Chapter 216: Kindred and Saint

And Lucy became the only candidate for the saint.
Seeing this, Qin Wansha finally understood where she was now and where the sharp pain in her throat came from.
The choir in this selection of the holy throne is very sacred, and it must be in front of all the people who come to worship. A syllable error may provoke the gods, not to mention that Anna does not say anything. The voice and the messy harmony are dubbed.
And then, obviously, what awaited her was a gallows.
And Miss Lucy, the daughter of destiny, soared into the sky, becoming a saint under one person and above ten thousand.
Later, she met her love of this life, a handsome emperor at the ceremony of inheritance.
At this time, the blood family made a request for the emperor's blood. In order to protect her lover and escape from the blood family's control, Lucy sold the blood family to the pope.
The Holy See successfully cooperated with Lucili and killed the blood.
And Lucy also returned to freedom, but because it was the man who inserted the peach pegs into the blood family's heart, he made great contributions and was regarded as his successor by the pope.
In the end, the handsome emperor married the saint who was supposed to be chaste forever in the name of God's substitute. The combination of the two was the unity of the divine power and the imperial power, and won the support and praise of the entire country.
After reading the information on this world, Qin Wansha sneered lightly, her throat making a dry rubbing sound, which looked very unpleasant.
The so-called see through the face of the Holy See and the royal family, but eventually became the representative of imperial power and theocratic power, enjoying the sacrifices provided by the lower classes, but did not change the lives of the lower classes. Qin Wansha did not feel that the daughter of destiny in this world is so good. .
Because I heard the discomfort in Qin Wansha's throat, there was a chain ring right next to him, and then a young man's worried voice: "Your Excellency, is your throat hurting again?"
Qin Wansha turned her head and glanced at the young man wearing cloth armor and handcuffs next to her. This was the original knight of her body-Mike.
Shaking her head at the worried knight, Qin Wansha instantly assumed the posture of a saint and looked around with compassion at the crying choir members all around.
Mike is also one of tomorrow’s death row, but still comforting Qin Wansha awkwardly: "Your Excellency, please don't be sad."
Qin Wansha was thinking of a solution to the situation at hand. It’s not impossible to escape directly from her birth, but in this way, she would be charged with blasphemy, and even the people in the house who were involved would have to bear more More guilt.
The best way is to fight back Lucy's conspiracy immediately. As for how to fight, Qin Wansha soon had an idea.
Lowering her head, Qin Wansha gently hummed a small tune with her nasal sound. The syllables were light and comfortable, so that the people who were crying gradually became quiet.
To be selected as a choir, everyone here has some knowledge of music. Soon, when Qin Wansha was humming in the second bar, everyone slowly found their own harmony parts and tried to sing along with them.
Qin Wansha's humming is a hymn about the God of Light who loves the world, and it is also one of the most sung hymns. Even Mike as a knight can sing along.
After singing a song, Qin Wansha sat on the ground with her knees smiling, and the atmosphere in the cell had changed.
Some laborers who heard the noise inside came over, knocked on the door twice, and yelled, "What do you sing! A bunch of blasphemous guys, wait for it to be on the gallows tomorrow, pooh!"
The words of hard labor made the people in other cells laugh out loud, but Qin Wansha stood up at this moment.
Regardless of Mike's obstruction, Qin Wansha walked slowly to the cell door, and Qin Wansha looked at the laborer with determination and disapproval.
At this time, Qin Wansha was still wearing a snow-white long dress prepared for singing chants. As she walked, the long dress naturally dragged behind. Moonlight poured down from the aisle, which happened to be on Qin Wansha's body, illuminating the road under her feet. It also reflected Qin Wansha's dazzling silver hair and that white dress as if covered with a layer of holy light.
The head turned all night, and no one noticed it just now in the dark. Anna's original beautiful platinum blonde color disappeared, but with her original porcelain white face and Qin Wansha's deliberate expression, the whole person looked more holy.
Even through a prison door, the laboring heart was shocked.
This appearance is almost like a holy goddess coming to the world. The laborer didn't dare to think about it, and immediately shut up and put away the attitude he had just received, and left in a panic.
At this moment, Qin Wansha slowly turned around, carrying the light, and slowly smiled under the obsessive gaze of the choirs.
Although Qin Wansha's expression is not clear at all, everyone has only one word in their hearts at this time-God bless the world.
What Qin Wansha wanted was such an effect. When she sat down in the same position again, the atmosphere of anxiety and despair in the cell had all changed, and some people began to pray to Qin Wansha.
Mike looked at Qin Wansha with so pious and respectful eyes. At this time, Qin Wansha picked up a wooden stick next to it, and just the dust on the ground, wrote: Let's sing "Holy Carol" again.
Everyone panicked.
Early in the morning of the second day, a soldier in charge of escorting the scoffers to the gallows came to people.
The laborer last night deliberately grabbed the job of grilling Qin Wansha and carefully shackled Qin Wansha's wrists for fear of hurting Qin Wansha's hands. If time is not limited, the laborer will probably find a circle of cotton cloth to wrap Qin Wansha around. On the shackles.
And the soldier who was supposed to shack Qin Wansha glanced at Qin Wansha's hair color in disgust. In fact, all the soldiers who saw Qin Wansha had some disgust towards her in their hearts: Look, the fate of the blasphemer, even Guangming His hair color has been taken away.
Gratefully glanced at the labor, and then Qin Wansha was rudely dragged away by the other soldiers.
The hard worker said something deliberately, hesitated for a moment, and respectfully saluted Qin Wansha's back, attracting ridicule from other soldiers.
In a country where theocracy is extremely popular, the choir and Anna’s blasphemy behavior aroused considerable anger, and all the door-to-door people walked out early, holding prepared rotten eggs and bad leaves, ready to throw them at Those blasphemers.
Under such circumstances, the escorted soldiers would not take care of them, and it was the same this time.
However, since leaving the cell, starting with Qin Wansha, everyone began to hum the chants sung during the service.
One by one, as if tirelessly, praising the divine and benevolent God.
On the contrary, the melodious and holy singing aroused the dissatisfaction of the people on both sides of the road, shouting loudly: "Shut up! You scoffers, you are not qualified to sing hymns!"
"Look at it! The hair of the blatant has changed! This is evidence of her dealing with the devil!"
"It's too late to apologize now! Go to death, blasphemer!"