Chapter 217: Persecution

"Burn the sorceress forever!" The elder with a sharp-mouthed monkey chewed a hoarse throat and shouted a slogan. The sound sounded like a broken textile machine, crunching, and it was about to break.
"Burn the sorceress forever!" The villagers quickly followed the words of the elder.
Bai Yan sat in the ox cart and quietly looked at the angry crowd around her. She knew that no matter how much at this moment, she was powerless and pale.
An elder with a sharp-billed monkey cheek next to her caught her attention. The elder had been telling her crimes along the way and stood on the moral high ground to try her. She rubbed her eyebrows. The old man was so noisy that he had never seen such a shameless person.
The villagers held torches and told the wizard's crimes these days. Bai Ai listened silently. She was more worried about Xiao Bai's safety than the demon prince did.
I can only tell myself in my heart that Xiaobai is a monster and ordinary people can't help him. But not afraid of 10,000, just in case, she will not know what happened to the Demon Prince.
There was a trace of exhaustion on Bai Xi's beautiful face, a faint shadow under her eyes, and her eyes were full of sorrow. The snow-white clothes were torn by the villagers, and the blood marks on the wrists exuded blood and dripped on the white clothes, like the blood-red plum blossoms in the purest white snow, like a torn ragdoll, Eyes are dumb, and there is a charming beauty.
"Today I must come to maintain justice. This maiden's accomplice killed dozens of villagers in our village. So many lives died in the hands of this witchcraft. This sorceress is certainly not a good thing. She pretended to be friendly to us, for the sake of ... "The elder kept making his false remarks.
Or the elder monkey gill, the frequency of his appearance is too high, it is difficult for Bai Ye to not pay attention to him, at any time it is the elder who controls the direction of the villagers' public opinion. If the guess is correct, it will cause It was probably his idea that everyone would burn her.
A woman got out of the crowd. The look was sad, and the long, neatly curled hair that had been combed before now became messy hair clinging to the face. The redness and swollen eyes were covered with red blood, but the anger in the eyes did not fade away. Intensified.
The woman rushed out of the crowd, didn't stand firmly, and a slap fell to the ground. The crowd around them gradually quieted, just holding a torch and looking at her in anger. The woman pointed at Bai Ao and said, "You witch, you know my sacrifice died in your hands, pity me. I will be widow at a young age, my Arang." There was another weeping sound. .
"Yeah, my son died in the hands of witchcraft, and you returned my son ... my son ... why are you suffering so hard?"
Some old and weak women hugged together, telling each other resentment against her and all the damaging things she did, but she never did those things.
This account, she remembered, she had better be burned to death by these villagers alive, otherwise let the demon prince know what the five horses are.
The elder hurriedly commanded: "Don't patronize and cry, the witch won't get rid of, there must be more villagers dying in her hands, think about your loved ones, think about your dead companions, what are you waiting for?"
Needless to say, this elder must also be under the control of the demon prince, and his means are just the same, but isn't she also a bad move for such an inferior means?
First, pretending to be a wizard, killing so many lives, and then letting his subordinates instigate the anger of these villagers, using the hands of these villagers to kill themselves. It's sad and ridiculous that the poor villagers are not known because they are used as knives. She should have noticed something wrong when she couldn't use witchcraft, and she was still too unconscious.
Other young people carried out a pile of firewood, laid it at her feet, put a layer of firewood, and poured a layer of oil. Put a layer of firewood and continue to pour a layer of fire oil.
It was a bit ironic that Bai Ye saw this scene. God gave her a chance to be born again, just to let her die stupid again, no matter how dead, she wants to forget all the past, and be an ordinary person. Women, there won't be so many disturbances.
She was still remembering everything that happened in the past, she heard the elder's command, closed her eyes, and kept her heart counted: 3, 2, 1 ... Those who have died once will still be afraid of death.
The imaginary fire did not burn her, but heard a roar of monsters. This voice must be Xiaobai to save her. Bai Ye opened his eyes happily. Even if he was embarrassed, he couldn't resist the woman in front of him, smiling brightly like flowers.
The roar of the monsters scared away all the villagers present. Only the elder glanced fiercely at Xiaobai, opened the sleeves of the robe, and fled out with the villagers.
Xiaobai meekly bite off the rope on Bai's body. Then, she removed the wood under her feet and let Bai's ride on her back.
Bai Yan smiled brightly, not only the joy of being in a dilemma, but also feeling ashamed that Xiao Bai had come to her behavior.
When she was still learning witchcraft, it was a thing of her last life. She had seen an ancient book. The text on the book was from the ancient continent, and the years were too far apart. She had studied only a little bit and had no chance to continue studying.
"Monsters are born with the special ability of beast roar. This ability is their ability to save themselves when protecting themselves and important things." This is what that book says.
Bai Shun went along with Xiaobai's hair and lay on his back with ease. The white clothes were covered with mud and bloodstains. When the villagers tied her to a pillar, she threw things and hit her with a little smell. She just wanted to find a place to rest, take a hot bath, and relax.
In the distance, the sun gradually rises, and the flaming glow of flames extends from the eastern sky to the blue sky to the west, rendering a joyful atmosphere.
Unconsciously, the sky was already bright, and she was too sleepy for a night without sleep, and faintly saw a familiar figure in the hazy sleepy eyes. It was a handsome, tall man who seemed to be anxiously looking for something. Forgive Bai Yan after the toss of this night, physically and mentally exhausted, his mind was more like a paste, and he couldn't move heavily.
"Baiyu, wake up, wake up, are you okay, why did you become like this one night's effort?" A gentle magnetic voice, this was her last memory when she was awake.