Chapter 59: Poor performance

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Chen Hao really wanted to ask: Where is the dead man terrible? Obviously harmless!
Just as the 17th Express walked up the steps of the scaffold, a glamorous woman wearing gorgeous silk stood in front of him.
The woman is dressed up in a glamorous, fair-skinned, and bright red lips, she looked at seventeen up and down, frowned, asked with a dissatisfied tone: "Are you the executioner of today's execution?"
Who is she?
Seventeen brains can't turn around.
The city guards who kept order at the scene let her come over!
But soon, seventeen saw Chen Kou standing next to the woman. Chen Kou nodded at him, beckoning him to answer quickly.
"Yes!"
The woman turned around and asked Chen Kou: "Why did he arrange for him to be sentenced?"
"It was originally arranged for him to execute today!"
"Can I change one?"
Chen Kou directly replied: "This is arranged by Master Zhang himself. If you want to make a temporary change, you need to get Master Zhang's approval!"
"Humph!" The woman looked at Chen Kou with dissatisfaction, but Master Zhang in the mouth of Chen Kou gave the woman no idea of ​​temporarily changing the executioner.
She gritted her teeth and said to the seventeen: "Since it is you who executed the sentence today, then you have to satisfy me. I want the gang to die, the worse the better!"
The woman walked away angrily, and the accompanying guards separated him from the crowd.
At a glance, you know that you are a powerful master.
"Uncle Chen?"
"There isn't enough time, I won't say much, you try to do what she says anyway." Seeing seventeen nervous looks, thinking of the other party's first execution, Chen Kou comforted, "Of course, if you can't do it, It doesn't matter, as long as you can persevere!"
"Who is she?"
"The master's concubine's concubine's favor is a bit of a domineering act!" Chen Kou dismissed the woman in his tone. "It's not too late, hurry up and take the stage."
Seventeen asked in a low voice: "Master Jianling, what should I do?"
"Do what the woman said!" Chen Hao said in the Red Blood Sword, "You have experienced the memory of Fu Yuanming's beheading, and you should guide how to do it."
Thinking of Fu Yuanming's cruel fancy beheading method, seventeen's face was whiter: "But Master Jianling, Chen Shu said that you can ignore that woman."
"I suggest that you do what the woman said!" Chen Hao said seriously, "Your Uncle Chen said it's okay, that's just your Uncle Chen comforting you, you're still young, and I don't understand how terrible a woman in hatred can be."
"Really?" Seventeen didn't believe it.
"Of course it is true!" Chen Hao said very seriously. "If you can't make her satisfied, as long as she has a smaller mind, your Uncle Chen might be implicated."
"No, Uncle Chen is a man in the main palace!"
"But the woman is the man on the city master's bed!"
Instinctively, XVII even believed in Sword Spirit Master.
He went to the torture platform. Tens of thousands of people stared at him.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them all!"
"My child, my child... wooh..."
"It's too cheap to behead them!"
"..."
All kinds of malicious insults and curses on the prisoners made the heads dizzy.
Seventeen clenched the hilt in his hand, Mumu stood on the spot, the muscles in his face twitched more intensely.
According to the procedure, the first batch of prisoners who were to be executed were taken to the scaffold and lined up to kneel before the seventeen.
The prisoners had just been taken to the scaffold, and countless mud blocks, stones, and rotten eggs landed on the scaffold like rain.
A rotten egg hit seventeen faces, and that bad smell made him sick!
He was completely affected!
Several other city guards who escorted the prisoners also suffered. One of them was worse than seventeen. He was hit by a stone and squatted on the ground with his face covered. Blood ran from his fingers.
"Quiet me down!" The huge roar was deafening, and a burly man dressed as a general stood on the stage: "If anyone dares to throw anything, I will put him in the dungeon."
Seeing the scene quiet, the burly soldier turned his head and said to the officials of the city's main palace: "You can read the crime!"
While reading the guilt, Seventeen raised his head and saw the upstairs opposite. The beautiful woman just stared at him with her hands on the window frame.
Thinking of Master Jianling, the pressure in his heart is even greater!
With the official reading, the eyes of the people in the audience became more and more terrible, and the bitter hatred was like a surging tide. The seventeenth affected by the feeling felt a little breathless.
Not only the feet are soft, but even the hand holding the hilt is soft!
If it were not for the city guards to maintain the order at the scene, the group of people under the audience would probably rush up and tear the prisoners into the stomach directly!
"Master Jianling, do they really hate the traffickers so much?"
"You don't have children, you don't understand!"
...
"Execution!"
I heard these two words at seventeen.
He stood in front of the first prisoner. The first prisoner was a unkempt middle-aged man. He was also hit by stones and rotten eggs. His face was covered with blood. He raised his head to meet the hateful eyes of everyone and said, "You guys Bastard, dare to smash your uncle with a rotten egg. If it’s not Lao Tzu’s hands that are tied, Lao Tzu will definitely kill you!"
The madness of the middle-aged man completely aroused public anger.
"kill him!"
"Hurry up!"
"..."
In the high building in the distance, the nails of the gorgeous woman had penetrated the wooden window frame.
"Beheading is also a big bowl scar. Laozi tells you that I am not afraid of death!" The middle-aged man looked at 17 and smiled, "Little boy, did you cut your head? Let grandpa teach you to cut here!"
Such an arrogant prisoner, seventeen has been seen in Fu Yuanming's memory, but it is the first time in reality!
Raising the red blood epee hard, he found for the first time that the epee was so heavy!
His hands were soft and he felt no effort.
The prisoner was a middle-aged man. He was ready to be decapitated, but he didn't wait for that sword after waiting for a long time!
He said in a hoarse voice: "Cut quickly, don't let the uncle wait for a long time!"
The people in the audience were also urging.
"kill him!"
"kill him!"
"..."
Seventeen raised the epee, and the epee was directly raised to the top of his head.
The unusually poor way to draw a sword is like a banker holding a to the ground.
He gritted his teeth and cut it hard.
Middle-aged prisoners close their eyes, and all those who hate prisoners have their eyes widened.
Then...the entire execution ground is silent!
Chen Kou covered his forehead!
The glamorous woman's face is so gloomy that she is about to drip!
Tu Yidao laughed freely and arrogantly: "I knew it, I knew... I knew he would be like this! I laughed to death... I slaughtered a knife for most of my life, the first time I saw such an executioner, I knew it well , Long-knowledge... No, no, no!"
Tu Yidao squatted on the ground with a smile and wiped his tears.
Seventeen looked at the small half of the sword that fell into the scaffold, and he was helpless!
"Not even a big living person can cut!"
"Let him get down!"
"Go down!"
"Xx, hurry down for Laozi!"
"..."
The middle-aged criminal looked at the epee, swallowed a spit, and hurriedly didn't overdo it.
Tu Yidao took his big knife and smiled: "No hair on his mouth, and his work is not strong. At the critical moment, do I still have to kill him with a knife?"