In the center of the royal city, a high platform was simply set up, with several dilapidated buildings standing staggering around. Under those buildings that were lucky enough to be well preserved, many refugees gathered. They talked to each other, lamented, and from time to time Focus on the stage.
The half-ruined imperial city revealed its decay, with temporary sheds erected everywhere. The ascetics were still cleaning up the ruins. Many corpses that had been pressed for several days were cleared out along with the bricks, tiles and wood. The flesh and blood were stuck to the wood. There was a foul smell on the stick and I couldn't peel it off.
Only the stage is the only bright color in the city.
Shao Xiaoli was wearing a red embroidered skirt and walked to the backstage of the stage with several girls. The person behind the scenes cursed the witch Si Ming with disgust, while lamenting that God was not merciful, and people were killed in misfortunes. After seeing Shao Xiaoli coming, , many people's eyes lit up, and they rushed over one after another, full of joy for this beautiful flower that was not destroyed by the disaster. Some people even pulled the middle-aged woman aside and began to discuss the future position enthusiastically. And the price is extremely attractive.
Shao Xiaoli's face was calm, like an exiled noblewoman, but except for standing straighter at the moment, both her eyebrows and appearance looked like a slender, newly budding willow. Weak and lovable.
Shao Xiaoli's eyes moved slightly. She also saw a few people she knew in the past in the crowd, but none of them recognized her.
Firstly, it was because Shao Xiaoli was always worried about the identity of his illegitimate daughter being exposed in the past. He was under great psychological burden and neglected to dress up on weekdays. This became even more serious after the death of his mother. During the days when she and Ning Chang lived together, she also wore a t-shirt every day. She wears a simple and loose dress, with messy hair, and her cheeks are always plain.
Secondly, these former royal colleagues have been hit too hard in these days.
In the past few months, the king died and the ministers were abolished. The goddess they believed in turned out to be a sinful witch, and their most proud soul was also robbed. Later, there was even more catastrophe, and the entire city was almost destroyed. The furious waves turned it into ruins.
Except for a little bit of swordsmanship and Taoism, people from the royal family are almost the same as ordinary people. This is so frustrating. Even if some people survived the disaster, they went crazy in the suffering days that followed.
And the initiator of all this was right in front of her, being firmly nailed to the torture frame, bearing the eyes of all people. It was a pity that they could not inflict more harm on her body, so for this humiliating drama, They are also highly motivated.
Shao Xiaoli walked with lotus steps, looking as cautious as walking on thin ice. Another veteran expert was on hand to guide her in the steps, lines and temperament she needed.
Although the highlight of this scene is the torture of the witch, and the beating of the witch relieves the depressed and depressed atmosphere in the city, the previous story still needs a simple cutscene.
"Your temperament needs to be more ferocious and colder. Take a look at the woman on the cross, look at her cold and arrogant demeanor, and understand it." The old actor pointed at the stunning witch with silver hair and white dress, and said sincerely. Teaching: "Anyway, later, there will be a fight scene first. I taught you this yesterday. You should master it carefully. Alas, looking at you, you used to be a boudoir lady of the royal family. You should have never learned this in daily life. What about swords, fists, and kicks? This is indeed a bit difficult for you."
Shao Xiaoli listened to the other party's rambling words and just responded softly.
"By the way, after you are tied to the torture rack later, you will be hoisted up to it. Then you should look colder, tougher, and resist unconvincingly, so as to arouse the emotions of the people in the audience. , don’t act like a submissive doll. If you look at that woman more and imitate her, is it possible that the witch who brings disaster to the country and people can still be a porcelain doll like you?"
"Well, I know it well." Shao Xiaoli nodded gently, with a smile on his face and no flaws in his demeanor.
She looked at the sky above the Broken Boundary City, looking at Si Ming's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but recall that night. Every time she thought of the murderous intention that was pursuing her, it was still like the tip of a knife on her back, and the silver-haired black skirt at that time was like the incarnation of the god of death. , every time I look at it, I feel like I have to endure the heartbreaking pain that burns my bones, melts my blood, and my soul is shattered.
But now this murderous woman is displayed humiliatingly in front of everyone in such a posture.
Shao Xiaoli raised the corners of his mouth slightly and gave her a sarcastic smile.
She knew that Siming was also looking at her at this moment.
The stage was set up in a hurry, and the people behind the curtain were rehearsing nervously. By the time the show actually started, it was already very late. People kept pouring in from the city. They gathered under the stage and formed a huge There were royal families and refugees, as well as blind people and many people with physical disabilities. The crowd was like waves, and everyone was squeezed into the torrent, pushed and shouted.
With a loud gong, the show finally began. After the narrator read a paragraph, everything started in full swing.
When Shao Xiaoli came out from behind the stage, he didn't have any stage fright at all. He had lost some of his soft and soft colors. Whether he was reciting words or drawing a sword, he was cold and crisp. His heroic figure attracted loud cheers from the audience. .
"In the next ten years, I am afraid that no one will be able to shake the position of the Courtesan of the Art House." Many people said this. The beautiful figure of the girl was erratic in their eyes. The red dress was like fireworks exploding in the night sky. It was unparalleled and gorgeous. The disciples of your family have already begun to dream about the scene when everything is prosperous. By then, the art building will probably be full of people.
The person who plays opposite Shao Xiaoli is the god in their imagination. The god wears a mask, has a black and red costume, has a banner fluttering on his back, screams in his mouth, and looks righteous.
Shao Xiaoli fought with him fiercely for a few times, and then followed the script, pretending to be invincible and being hurt by the god. After saying a few harsh words in his mouth, he was captured, and then the god began Listing her crimes one by one, Shao Xiaoli's face was full of pain, as if the other party was reciting a spell to subdue the devil.
Si Ming looked at the scene on their stage and sneered: "Hehe, children are pretending to be a family. Human beings are indeed weak and childish. Do you think this will disturb my Taoist heart? It's too whimsical."
Even so, her expression became more frosty and colder.
The opera was going on slowly, and it was boring. Siming also turned his attention there, watching Shao Xiaoli being listed out his crimes and punishments one by one, and then tied to the cross.
This was the climax of the opera. They looked at the scene of punishing the witch with great eagerness, and also let the witch who was nailed on the rack see the fate she would surely face in the future.
Shao Xiaoli's hands and feet were tied to it, and the rope on the cross would pull her up, and then she would be beaten for real. This was after the middle-aged woman persuaded the girl who called herself Xiang'er for a long time. What the girl agreed to, she said that as long as the people in the city vent their resentment today, she will definitely be the most popular person in the city in the future, and can be more popular than the king.
Shao Xiaoli watched as his feet gradually left the ground, and the cheers of the crowd and the enthusiastically waving hands seemed to be moving away from him.
The real golden cross was not far away from them. Black Snake was also staring here, but his pupils were empty, like an emotionless puppet.
She looked at Siming, the smile on her face became even brighter.
Siming knew that her visit must have a purpose, and it was definitely not just a clumsy show, but she didn't understand what on earth this girl wanted to do
Shao Xiaoli and the cross were raised to the same height as the house. On the top of the house, a man walked out with a slender whip, shouting that the witch was being tortured, and then he swung it at the girl's slender body. .
The crowd below was noisy for a moment, but not long after, the noise suddenly stopped and fell into silence.
They looked up blankly, frowning, or rubbing their eyes, all suspecting that they had seen something wrong.
The whip that hit the Xiang'er girl stopped in the air.
One hand held the tail of the whip.
It was a delicate hand, but the five fingers were like iron hooks, holding the whip tightly in the hand.
The girl in the red dress broke free from her bonds at some point.
She stood on the top of the cross and stepped on it so that the cross sank slightly. The people holding the thread almost lost their strength and let go. And she was holding the long whip in her hand, and her cold brows were very much like the way Si Ming stood on the high platform that day.
"This...is this part of the play?"
"Maybe not."
"Monster, this must be another witch! She's so beautiful, so what is she if she's not a witch?"
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and many people panicked and began to flee in all directions. The crowd was like several streams colliding together, causing countless splashes.
Shao Xiaoli looked at the audience, and she found that when she returned to the royal city again, her mood seemed completely different from the past. Others were watching her performance on the stage, while she looked at the audience as if she was watching a performance. play.
She retracted her arms and easily snatched the whip from the opponent's hand. She stood firmly under the cross, her dress fluttering like evening clouds.
"Don't you want to see the goddess being humiliated and punished? What's the point of an actor setting up a stage? Don't you want something real?" Shao Xiaoli imitated Ning Changjiu's indifferent tone, and his voice was as cold as the autumn wind.
Siming was slightly shocked. She had thought about this possibility, but in her eyes, this girl was just a loser with mediocre swordsmanship. How could she really meet her
Shao Xiaoli turned around and averted his eyes.
The past few months of swordsmanship passed through my mind like a lantern, and the spiritual energy instantly broke through the sea of qi, spreading around me in circles.
Shao Xiaoli hooked his middle finger into his sleeve, and the red rope that had been prepared shot out, suddenly pulled into a straight line, and was thrown onto the golden cross. The red rope was wrapped far away from the top. Shao Xiaoli twisted and pulled his wrist, and his whole body Like a mural flying into the sky, it takes advantage of the force and goes away.
The black snake noticed the strange movement and suddenly opened its large mouth full of jagged teeth and pounced on him, while the crow was still pecking at Si Ming's divinity, indifferent.
Shao Xiaoli looked at the charging giant snake, his heart palpitating, and the sword moves that melted into flesh and blood burst out, stabbing towards the center of the black snake's brow bone.
The roar of the giant snake sounded like tens of thousands of mice screaming in unison.
Shao Xiaoli grabbed the red rope, passed it over the head of the black snake, and suddenly touched its back. She pressed her hand on its body, raised the sword in her hand, and stabbed it skillfully. The sword cut through the scales. Straight to the flesh and bone, crushing the bones.
The black snake on the cross kept twisting its body, trying to throw the damn girl off. Shao Xiaoli pressed his hands firmly on the handle, dragging the sword, dragging the black snake's flesh and blood, and ran upwards.
The black snake's scales spread out in anger and pain, like a rooster with fluttering feathers.
Shao Xiaoli's body was pushed away by the exploding scales. He could no longer maintain his stability and fell into the crowd. The black snake opened its mouth, twisted its neck, and pounced on Shao Xiaoli.
The long whip held in Shao Xiaoli's other hand also stretched out. With a flick of the whip, it accurately wrapped around one of the black snake's front teeth. Then, using the strength of the black snake when it rushed over, he swung his body upwards and re-opened in the air. He drew his sword and stabbed the black snake in the pupil.
The black snake was wrapped around the golden cross. Its movements were not large, as if it did not want to harm any civilians or destroy any buildings.
This is the order given to it by the sinful king.
Sin Lord will not take the initiative to kill those who are not worthy of death. In the eyes of Sin Lord, this catastrophe caused by the collision of heaven and earth airflow is just their unintentional disaster, not caused by his own means.
Shao Xiaoli jumped on the back of the black snake, and all the swordsmanship she had learned all her life was used at this moment. The scales were shattered in large pieces under her sword. Shao Xiaoli was running wildly while slashing, and her red dress was flying. , like fire traveling rapidly across the black field.
Everyone looked at this thrilling scene and their hearts palpitated. Why did that little girl who was obviously fragile and fragile burst out with such power
Shao Xiaoli used the troupe to sneak into the city again, and then took this opportunity to attract the crowd, making the black snake afraid of taking action. Even if he was not strong enough, he could blend into the crowd and escape.
These were all rough plans that the boss had made for herself, and she was even more aware of the sudden change in joining the troupe.
Shao Xiaoli stepped on the black snake, withdrew his long whip, then drew his sword again and stabbed it into the fragile pupil of the black snake.
Blood spurted out like pillars.
This Nine Infants has died many times, and this is its final, a very fine residual soul that was luckily taken out from the abyss of time. Although it was given some power by the Sin Lord, how could it reach its peak?
There were too many people at the moment, and its attacks were restricted everywhere, so it actually hurt its eyes by this little girl.
Siming looked at the scene happening below him with cold eyes.
She still didn't think the girl could kill the black snake.
Because its power is ultimately given by Sin Lord. What kind of person is Sin Lord? How could the things it created be easily killed
The black snake swung its giant head, and its aura stirred up a strong wind, blowing Shao Xiaoli backwards.
Shao Xiaoli's hand holding the sword became unstable and was knocked into the air by the oncoming airflow. Her body briefly lost its leverage point. She watched helplessly as the black snake rushed towards her. The girl clenched her silver teeth. The sword move that he had never used before appeared in his mind.
Siming knew this sword very well, so when Shao Xiaoli raised her hand, she knew that it was impossible for her to achieve this sword.
But the facts once again exceeded Si Ming's expectations.
Invisibly, as if some kind of power had been given to her, she slashed out this sword, and her awe-inspiring killing intent briefly disappeared. After colliding with the giant snake, she immediately climbed to the top, along her path. At the edge of the sword, snake blood flowed out to both sides like a roaring waterfall, staining the giant snake's teeth red.
Siming noticed something was wrong and immediately raised his head and looked in a certain direction.
Si Ming's pupils narrowed.
In the attic not far away, from the hut where Shao Xiaoli had been dressing up, a young man in white clothes walked out.
The young man was wearing an unknown sword, with a branch that she hated, and a gentle smile on his face.
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Before Shao Xiaoli left, he carved the small flying formation map that Ning Jiujiu had told him on the dressing table. After the chaos began, Ning Jiujiu used the power of fate to change the fate of the black feather, letting it entangle Ye Yi instead of Own. Then he came here with the help of the small flying formation.
However, it is difficult for gods to be deceived. It won't take long before that black feather will still escape its fate and return. What he will have to face then is the wrath of God.
Ning Jiujiu walked out of the attic and whispered: "Shao Xiaoli used the sword move in his heart."
Then Shao Xiaoli actually struck out with the sword, leaving a huge gap in the black snake's body.
Ning looked at the black snake for a long time.
This is the remains of Jiuying.
It is also the source that attracts sinners.
Ning Jiuying looked at Jiuying with an extremely indifferent expression. For him, this was also one of the initiators of everything.
Shi Yuan reserved the last soul for it.
"Since the ghost is still here, let me kill you a few more times." Ning Jiujiu said calmly, and the sword at his waist turned into a rainbow of green light and was unsheathed.
Shao Xiaoli was still fighting with the black snake.
Although the sword directly tore its mouth, Jiuying couldn't feel the pain. It shook its head, sprayed blood wildly, and bit hard. In the flash of lightning, Shao Xiaoli fought with it several times. After the two of them jumped, the black snake gathered enough strength to knock the sword away from her hand, then swung the snake's head like a hammer and knocked her to the ground.
Ding-
In the black snake's mind, a low and crisp sword sound sounded, and then its body made a weird twist, and it reached directly behind and bit its own tail.
Ning Jiujiu hovered in front of it with his sword spread out, disturbing its fate.
The black snake has no intelligence, so its destiny is easier to be interfered with.
After biting the tail, it started to devour it along the tail, trying to swallow itself into its belly from back to front.
Ning Jiujiu looked at the panting Shao Xiaoli and said with a smile: "Your play is not over yet. There is a big scene that everyone is looking forward to later."
With that said, Ning Jiujiu took out the sword from his waist, flicked his fingers, and the sword hovered in front of Shao Xiaoli.
Shao Xiaoli stepped on the sword and nodded vigorously.
Ning Jiujiu said: "There is no need to think about pity."
Shao Xiaoli smiled and said, "Of course."
Shao Xiaoli stepped on the sword steadily, and the sword floated into the air, sending her to a high place, facing Si Ming on the cross.
At the same time, behind Ning Jiujiu, mechanical and monotonous words sounded:
"It is a capital crime to deceive your lord."
Ning Jiujiu sighed, not expecting it to come so quickly.
That was the sinful king that Black Feather transformed into.
Of course, this piece of black feather cannot kill him now, but he also can't do much.
Ye Zhi was too far away from him now, and it was almost impossible for the weak law of fate to take effect on Hei Yu. Ning Jiu Jiu grabbed it and took off the black sword hanging on the cross. He held it in his hand, and the sword was ignited with fire. , the young man held the sword and collided with Sin Lord's black feather in the air.
Shao Xiaoli looked straight at Siming and said with a smile: "Sir Siming, we meet again."
Siming's eyes were like snow, her face was like frost, and her silver hair, which was like ice silk, was radiating chill from the root. She subconsciously struggled twice, but she couldn't get down from the cross.
"What do you want to do?" Siming looked at Shao Xiaoli and frowned.
She has lived for thousands of years and is the most powerful priest in the Kingdom of God. She has a beauty that is unparalleled in the world. But at this moment, a teenage girl dares to hover in front of her with a sword, holding a long whip and looking at it with a smile. Holding herself, she was unable to move on the torture rack.
This was unimaginable to her in the past.
Shao Xiaoli stepped on the sword and came to her.
Si Ming was now weak, and the spiritual power he exuded was more than enough to deal with ordinary people's rotten leaves, but it was far from enough to deal with Shao Xiaoli, who was now a minor expert in swordsmanship.
Shao Xiaoli's immature hands gently touched her silver hair, and then moved it down along the soft long hair. The back of his fingers lightly touched Siming's cheek, as if they were far away.
"Master Si Ming really has a face that confuses all living beings." Shao Xiaoli said with a smile, lifted the hair beside her ears, gently pinched her earlobe, and played with it between his fingers.
Siming's cheeks were itchy and her earlobes were itching slightly. Even though she was being restrained by this, she still couldn't change her arrogance: "Take your hand away!"
Shao Xiaoli obediently took his hand away and then raised it high.
Siming showed a look of panic.
Snapped! ! !
The next moment, the raised hand suddenly fell down, and Siming's cheek was deflected by the force. Then, burning pain spread across his face, like countless small needles pricking him, and there was even a low buzzing in his ears. There was a sound.
On that snow-white cheek, there was a bright red slap mark.
Siming's eyes were filled with murderous intent like a violent storm, and her anger rose and fell with her proud chest, but this anger could only be stored in her heart, and she didn't even have room to fight back at this moment.
Shao Xiaoli held her chin, looked at the half of Hongxia's face, then turned her cheek to the other side, and raised his left hand high.
Snapped!
There was another crisp slap.
Shao Xiaoli has been practicing how to slap in the past two days. She has slapped the air tens of thousands of times. Now she has fulfilled her long-cherished wish and finally slaps her face with her perfect slap.
Siming groaned in pain, pursed his lips, and his body trembled with anger. She knew that Shao Xiaoli was seeking revenge for that night.
Shao Xiaoli looked at her face and said, "Sir Siming, have you thought of something embarrassing? Why are you blushing like this?"
Si Ming's silver hair was dancing wildly. She stared at Shao Xiaoli and said coldly: "You have abolished such a big Zhou Zhang. Do you just want to humiliate me like this? Isn't this too childish?"
Shao Xiaoli pointed downwards and said: "Everyone in the city is watching. How can this be child's play? It is clearly your big play, right, High Priest Siming?"
Hearing this title, Siming's heart moved and he wanted to speak, but he saw Shao Xiaoli directly stretched his hand to the back of her neck.
Shao Xiaoli closed his hands and held Siming's soft silver hair in his palms.
The girl grabbed her hair, pulled it up, looked down at her ice-carved face, and raised her hand again.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped…
One after another, slaps hit her left cheek like a storm. Siming tilted her head, and the pain on her left cheek was heartbreaking. Along with it, was heart-breaking humiliation. She was mysterious and powerful. The priest, the goddess who is in charge of the fate of the whole city, has never suffered such humiliation
The higher she fell, the worse she fell. Now her divinity has been devoured, and the weaknesses of human nature have exposed her deep fragility. How noble she was in the past, she is now so humble.
Her self-esteem and pride were disintegrated and shattered under the slap of this seventeen-year-old girl, turning into overwhelming hatred and anger.
Under the tower, there were still faint shouts of a good fight, a good fight, a good fight.
Everyone saw it.
"That's enough!" Si Ming couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "What on earth are you going to do? Tell me your conditions!"
"Do you know how to compromise now?" Shao Xiaoli slapped her face again.
The girl shook the whip in her hand and looked at Siming's slightly red and swollen left cheek. The porcelain-white cheek had already turned red during the last class.
Shao Xiaoli held her chin, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "I want you to make a blood contract and become the boss's humble slave. You will always obey his orders, pursue him as your lifelong belief, and dedicate your body and soul to him." Soul, be a cow or a horse, be beaten or scolded, take punishment as reward, take admonishment as grace, and be honored by it. Is that okay?"
As Siming listened to her words, scenes of extremely shameful scenes appeared in his mind. The murderous intent in the depths of his eyes seemed to turn into real swords and cut the person in front of him into pieces.
Her teeth clenched, and her words came out of her red lips with resentment: "You are dreaming, even if I die..."
Shao Xiaoli raised his long whip and interrupted her with a smile: "The boss said, if you don't accept it, I'll beat you until you do. This scene has just begun. Xiao Li will kill Lord Si Ming well."
It was getting dark.
She was supposed to be the king of the night, but now in her night, she was about to face the humiliation she had never experienced in her life.
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