Chapter 3: Who can’t dare to blame (2)

The third chapter, who does not dare to blame (2) ("")
"Little brother, can you make it convenient?" The fat man's face has a smile that makes people look close. When he reaches out, he will put the gold ingot into Yang's belt: "I have already done some other people." Well, as long as the younger brother will let my son go to the execution ground, when he cuts his head, he only cuts the flesh and blood, does not hurt the human life, and passes over the prisoner. The others decide not to show clues. Afterwards, thank you again!"
"I am just a hangman, responsible for execution. Others, I don't understand!" Yang Chen's face was a plate, pushing the fat hand away and turning to the execution ground.
"Kids, toasting, not eating and drinking, I can be a book, not knowing how to lift, I want you to eat and go!" Fat man sees Yang Chen refused, his face changed, and the face of Yang Chen Shouted.
"You are the emperor, what is the relationship with my beheading?" Yang Chen sneered, straight on the platform, holding a red head knife in his arms, standing there, waiting quietly The order of execution.
This time, it was not Yang Chen’s execution, the executioner holding the red ghost knife, and stood in a row. Yang Chen couldn't even see how many people there were. Such a scene is really horrifying. What kind of punishment field is going to cut so many heads?
Oh, three drums, the sun seems to have reached the middle. Yang Chen only heard a command: "Open!" Then, I saw a name tag lost.
"There is a head, the debt has the Lord, you and I have no complaints in the past, there is no hate in recent days, in the next duty, ordered to act, offended!" Yang Chen habitually said his own working language, then a plug in The death card on the prisoner, next to one, a big drink, the ghost knife raised high, slammed down. A man's head dribbled out of the distance, and the body that lost his head slowly fell down, and the blood continued to spurt.
After doing all this, Yang Chen was rare and did not take the essence of life as usual, but quietly held the knife in place and waited for the dispatch.
"19,372 scorpions, 3,843 people in the dagger." In the void, a voice seems to be counting, and it seems to be reporting.
Suddenly, the wind was in front of the wind, and soon the dust and smoke were exhausted. Yang Chen was still in the execution ground, but the prisoners who had just been cut off had disappeared without a trace. Just in front of the open space, tied with a beautiful and beautiful woman, squatting in the dust, it is a piece of beautiful jade, Jiaohuaqin, face lining the sun, all kinds of charming, infinite style.
Around the open space where the beautiful people are squatting, they stand on dozens of executioners who are dressed up like Yang Chen. They seem to be waiting for execution.
"Hey!" Another big drink, a life card flew in front of some of the executioners. The executioner immediately stepped forward and just had to slash the knife, but the beauty had already opened his mouth: "There is no innocence, and the general is pitiful."
The executioner saw the beauty of the beautiful man, and he had very pity for himself. Together with her delicate drops, she called a general. Directly put this scorpion hand, called the bones soft and crisp, stunned, and then can not move.
The sergeant was furious and shouted at another executioner: "You, hey!" The name card seemed to grow in the eyes and flew to the other nephew. This scorpion is in front of the hand, but it is also called by the beautiful woman, immediately dreaming, and then can not move.
This is true even for dozens of executioners. The voice of the sergeant was already furious. Finally, there was a placard in front of Yang Chen, and the screaming of the sergeant was incomparably clear: "You, hey!"
Yang Chen came forward and stood by the beauty. The beautiful woman looked up and showed her pretty face, and she said: "General, squatting!" Just a whisper, suddenly revealing a succulent taste, even if it is made of stainless steel, it can change. The winding is soft.
It’s a pity that Yang Chen is like a heart of iron and stone. Looking at the delicate beauty, if you don’t see it, just a big drink:
There is a head, the debt is the Lord, you and I have no complaints in the past, there is no hate in the past, in the next duty Acting on duty, offended!"
Regardless of it, no matter how beautiful the squatting beauty is crying, high-pitched swords are just a knife. Hey, the beautiful beggar’s voice suddenly disappears, and the beautiful dagger flies far and wide, but it is no different from the prisoners who kill.
"Good!" Yang Chen waved a knife and heard a good voice in his ear. Yang Chenmu did not squint, but his heart smiled coldly.
"Three thousand eight hundred and forty-three people, only one hundred and fifteen people in the dagger." The voice in the void is still in the statistical report.
"Yang Chen, come here!" Someone called behind him. Yang Chen didn't want to, and he followed. The other executioners who could not kill the beauty, but no one cares, still stand in place.
After a while, I came to an execution ground. There was only Yang Chen, a prisoner, and the prisoner was a middle-aged man dressed in a robes. The strange thing is that he has no bindings on his body and there are no sergeants around him. Standing in the same place, not angry and arrogant, coldly watching Yang Chen coming over.
The leader who led the way did not know where to go. Only Yang Chen faced the middle-aged man alone. However, Yang Chen did not have anything but just stood still.
"Yang Chen, hey!" The voice familiar to the supervisor was ringing again, and a life card fell in front of Yang Chen.
Yang Chen said nothing, and took the ghost knife and went forward. When the middle-aged man saw this situation, his eyes widened and his eyes showed a sigh of royal tyrants. He yelled at Yang Chen: "I am a dynasty, ninety-five, you dare to be rude?"
As soon as this was said, there was a sound of gold and stone on the road, which was as deafening as Jinkou Yuyan. A timid person, when he is drunk by this voice, will have a soft hand and an unconscious squat.
Hey, Yang Chen doesn't care, he goes up. The soul of Da Luo Jinxian, still cares about a small human emperor? One foot turned the middle-aged man to the ground, stepped on one foot, and firmly slammed it, then waved a ghost knife.
"There is a head, the debt has the Lord, you and I have no grievances in the past, no hatred in the past, in the next duty, ordered to act, offended!" In the words, Yang Chen's big knife suddenly fell, the man who claimed to be the emperor's head The bones are rolling out and going far away.
Hey, a crackling, lying under the body of the emperor, but a small white jade. The jade is round and round, and it is a good object that is rare.
Yang Chen looked around, no one, a sneer in his heart, reached out and grabbed Yupei, stuffed under the belt. Then stood quietly, waiting for the next command.
"There are only two people in the dagger. One person does not squint, and one person takes away Jade." The voice in the void, Yang Chen could not hear, and is doing the final statistics.
"Good! Yang Chen, Tianting 斩 Sendai, there is still a scorpion like you, are you willing?" The sergeant who has never appeared, but this time stood in front of Yang Chen, and asked with awkwardness Also holding a white ring, slowly handed over.