Linjiang Central Square has been established as a execution ground, with martial law in full swing. The surrounding area is full of armored vehicles waiting for battle. The fully armed soldiers are centered on the execution ground, with three steps and one whistle and five steps, spreading to all areas within five kilometers.

A few rays of reflections vaguely lit up in the windows of the building. Although I couldn't see clearly what it was, there were observation personnel and snipers. There were also a large number of hidden whistles on the hidden area on the ground, and any possible danger would be eliminated as soon as possible.

In the main stand temporarily built at the execution ground, Ou Chen wore the robe of the marshal who had been wearing the grandfather and sat bored on the main seat. All the imperial generals did not have their own seats, but knelt on the side like dogs, with their foreheads on the ground, kneeling instead of sitting. Only Knife Man stood with a knife.

In front of Ou Chen, the body of a dancer fell to the ground with edema, covered with blood-stained crossbow arrows, and his half-open and half-closed eyes were as empty as a walking zombie.

In just a few dozen days, more than a hundred dancers have been tortured and killed in this way. Now this corpse is just a trivial microcosm.

Ou Chen looked at the watch impatiently and suddenly found that there was a little blood splattering on his hands. He wiped the blood off with the sleeve of the marshal's robe, frowned and asked, "Why haven't you come yet?"

An imperial general crawled over on his knees, his forehead pressed against the ground to show humility, and said, "According to the schedule, the bandit leader Mo Qian should be shown to the public at this time, and the soldiers in the execution squad may be delayed."

"Oh. Send someone to the house of the soldiers of the execution squad and kill their parents and children." Ou Chen played with the crossbow arrow in his hand, his tone as relaxed as "Pour me a glass of water."

The general did not dare to question or neglect the slightest, nor did he have the right or courage to neglect the squad. He crawled out silently, preparing to declare the death penalty for his family in the execution squad.

However, just as he raised his head and was about to convey the news, two unexpected figures were captured in the distance of his sight. He half opened his mouth, and his whole body froze in place, all the sounds were silent in his throat.

In the distance, the soldiers responsible for the warning showed some commotion, and their eyes were floating for a moment. Look at me, I look at you, they want to fulfill their duty of blocking, but under the unspeakable pressure, an invisible wall seemed to appear in the air, making them want to move but dare not.

With the soldiers' different gazes, Mo Qian walked to the edge of the execution platform, and Yang Meimei followed him. Judging from his dirty clothes, they obviously just came out of the dungeon, but they were not wearing shackles and were not escorted by the soldiers in the execution squad.

At first, some soldiers speculated whether the bandits secretly sneaked into the dungeon, killed the soldiers of the execution squad, and rescued Mo Qian.

But if so, why did Mo Qian come to this execution station prepared for him?

Facing the complicated gazes around him, Mo Qian felt the sharpness on his back for a moment. He couldn't tell which kindness and hostility were, and he didn't know if anyone would suddenly rush out to attack him.

He subconsciously looked back and Yang Meimei still followed behind him slowly. The girl seemed to touch the emotions in his heart and said in a very reassuring voice: "Go forward, I've been behind you."

Since his partner is behind, there is nothing to be afraid of. Mo Qian held his head up and walked onto the execution platform with a straight attitude.

In order to expand the influence of execution and attract more bandit troops to rescue, the news of the execution of Mo Qian was released early, and Ou Chen specially invited reporters from all over the country to come to the meeting to show his majesty.

At this moment, all cameras have been aimed at the execution station and broadcast the images to the remaining or new leaders of various countries, allowing them to clearly see this unforgettable scene:

Under the vast sky, a sinner and a marshal, and two people with huge identities looked at each other.

From the disaster of the end of the first year of the collapse of the Destruction, heroes began to rise, until this era of the fall of stars, time flies, no legendary figures in the bonfire appeared, those people were dead. There was no vast and gorgeous palace for the battlefield, only this dilapidated execution platform, only the silence of the crowd, and the endless sea of ​​people.

The old people who covered the sky with one hand had left, and the two people driven by fate finally met here. No one knew about them in the past, but at this time, they were the protagonists of this world.

Now, Ou Chen was very calm and kept grabbing the nut snacks on the table next to him and put them in his mouth.

Seeing this, Mo Qian smiled softly and asked tentatively: "Why don't you talk to me? I thought that in this situation, we should have a long conversation, discussing life and destiny, justice and evil, and leave a deep impression on people."

"What's there to say?" Ou Chen used the robe of the Grand Marshal as a napkin, wiped off the snack shavings from his mouth, and then looked at Mo Qian and said, "I don't talk to a dog, and I'm still a dead dog."

Mo Qian stared at the marshal's robe on Ou Chen's body, his eyes fell on the dirt just now, and his voice became a little heavier: "Your grandpa is a good marshal, but you are not qualified to wear it."

"Play a game." Ou Chen's tone was relaxed, just like playing with his own dog to lose the ball. He threw the crossbow arrow in his hand to Mo Qian's feet, spread his arms and said, "Shoot me an arrow."

Mo Qian did not look at the crossbow arrow under his feet, and he laughed briefly and said, "What? I want me to trigger the knight's oath and be attacked by the sword?"

"Don't you play? Okay, let's change me." Ou Chen pulled out the spider needle and shot Mo Qian.

"Swish!" A needle-shaped bullet whistled, but Mo Qian did not dodge or dodge, and he didn't even blink his eyes. He knew that the gun could not hit him.

Just as the needle-shaped bullet was about to hit the door, a slender hand reached into sight and gently pinched the center of the bullet. The needle end was only a short distance from Mo Qian, but this short distance was a natural barrier.

Yang Meimei's steps were lightly blocking Mo Qian's body, and his fingers seemed to be dancing with the rhythm of music, causing the dangerous poisonous needle to keep dancing and rolling on his fingertips, but it did not hurt the skin at all. She raised her head and looked at Ou Chen, pointed to Hanting Hou in Daokuang's hand with a smile, and said, "I like the knife in his hand, how about giving it to me?"

Ou Chen shrugged his shoulders and said carelessly: "Take off your clothes, kneel in front of me, and lick my shoes. This is the most basic attitude of asking for help, isn't it?"

The poisonous needle stopped on the Yang Feiba's hand, and she smiled and said, "I have a better way."

"Swish!" Yang Meimei's hand turned into a afterimage, and the poisonous needle roared at Ou Chen.

"Cang" a subtle sound of breaking came, and the ancient Hanting Hou blocked the spider needle in the air.

The knight's oath was triggered, and Ou Chen raised a cold arc on the corner of his mouth, and looking at the sheep's bleating eyes was like looking at a dead person.

The sword man blocked Ou Chen's body and walked towards Yang Meimeimei while holding the hilt of Hanting Hou's knife with his hand.

"Swish" When he was pulled out, Hanting Hou reflected the sunlight in the dome, the fine lines of the snake were lifelike, and the blades were covered with complex blood marks, as if he wanted to drink blood by a mad demon. The red light emitted at all times was hidden with a terrifying murderous aura. The bloody storm came to his face, as if it was accompanied by the miserable roar of the dead soul under the knife.

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