"She was tied to the cross above the Duanjie City by Yecai. It would be so miserable and miserable. There was a black snake under her guard, and it was hard to get close to people. However, even if you save her, she might not listen to you. This woman is very proud, even if she surrenders in her heart, she would not be willing to accept a word in her mouth." Yecai said softly.

Ning Changjiu had no intention of pitying the fragrance and said indifferently: "If she doesn't accept it, she will beat her to accept it."

Ye Chui also laughed. He suddenly looked forward to the woman kneeling on the ground and bowing to others. If the cold and arrogant flowers like peerless snow lotus were left in the world, how sad and beautiful would it be when they fell into the mud?

Ye Kui suddenly stretched out his hand.

Ning Changjiu stretched out his hand in confusion and asked, "Is there still a contract established?"

Ye Kui smiled and shook his head, and his black hand gently hit Ning Changjiu's hand.

"Good luck." Ye Chui said this, as if he had sent his last prophecy of fate.

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This is the fifth day after the Godly Battle. Ning went to the royal city with a long-term mood. Xueyujun carried Yecai not far away to ensure the effect of the spirit.

And three thousand miles away from the royal city, Ning stopped for a long time.

Because Hei Yu, who had always kept his distance from him, also stopped.

Hei Yu stopped in front of him and turned into the appearance of the Sin Lord. This is the projection of the Sin Lord's projection.

Every black feather is the shadow of the Sin Lord.

The shadow of the Sin Lord stared at Ning Changjiu quietly, and his voice seemed to come from the sky:

"The thunder pool cannot be crossed, and those who violate the order shall die according to their sins."

Ning Changjiu didn't even think about it and drew out the sword.

...

Siming was still nailed to the cross, the crow stood on his shoulders, the black snake lingered under it, the wind hanged all the time, and the floating appearance of her white skirt looked sad and beautiful.

Her skin was still moist, her red lips were still as bloody, but she lost a lot of her spirit in her eyes, which was like snow. She had clearly closed her five senses and wanted to sway those humiliating perceptions, but at this moment her mood was withered, and her divinity was like a flower standing in the solemn autumn wind, being pulled off one after another.

She didn't know how long it would take for such a day to end.

She counted the time silently in her heart, occasionally opening her eyes to the distance, and seeing if there were any traces of people coming outside the Duanjie City.

The weakness that Si Ming sometimes shows makes this picture even more miserable.

At some dusk, the painter who was responsible for recording this scene suddenly stood up while outlining her body, tore the whole painting to pieces, and shouted, "How can a mortal pen defile the appearance of the Son of God?" The people around him pressed and told him that this was not a goddess at all, but a demon at the source of all disasters. But the painter did not believe that he was a painter, and he knew her beauty more than anyone else. Even if he changed it countless times, his trembling pen tip could not describe it.

He had no idea where he got the strength, broke free from the constraints of those people, rushed towards the direction of the cross, and wanted to kneel under the goddess' skirt to worship, but as soon as he approached, he was swallowed into his belly by the black snake, and his corpse was gone.

Si Ming quietly watched the scene that happened below, without any joy and sorrow. These are just small episodes and cannot change anything.

The punishment frame is still the same, the beauty is still the same.

The light of the fifth day dimmed and the sky fell into darkness.

She likes the night not only because she holds the authority of the night, but also because she doesn't have that pair of eyes in the night.

"It seems that no one can marry me." Si Ming remembered the story and chuckled softly.

After one night, the light of the sixth day lighted up again.

This is a special day. Several remaining dancers in the art building performed dances for several days and finally opened today. This is a rare pleasure in the dilapidated city under reconstruction.

Si Ming looked at the dancers busy in the temporary shed, not knowing what they were thinking.

Time passed slowly, and the bustling below became more and more lively. They had cleared out a large open space, set up a high platform, and pulled up a red banner with the words "The Gods and Immortals Prisoning the Demons and Suppressing the Demons".

The gate of the royal city was also rare to open, and the ragged civilians also squeezed in and joined the feast.

Si Ming thought she would not get angry because of these children's tricks of playing house, but for some reason, when she watched the cross set up on the stage, her body couldn't help but tremble and her cheeks were slightly hot.

"Where is Xiang'er? Where has Xiang'er gone? She is going to play a witch. Why is the person missing at this critical moment?" A middle-aged woman with a bloated figure looked around and walked quickly in the crowd, looking for someone.

"Xiang'er? Didn't you see her like this just now? Why did that little girl run around again?"

"Go and look for it!"

The middle-aged woman put her waist on her back and sent the people around her to find the woman named Xiang'er, who quickly dispersed to search.

In the attic not far from the stage, the door suddenly opened. A girl ran in anxiously, waved her hands and said quickly: "Sister Xianger, Sister Xianger, why are you still here? Everyone is looking for you now."

The girl called Xiang'er was sitting in front of the mirror, quietly looking at herself in the mirror. She leaned her cheeks slightly, looked at her makeup, looking for any mistakes. The blush and eye shadow were painted by the best makeup artist, and her lips were even more gorgeous and could not find any flaws.

The urging girl looked at the sister's unparalleled face in the mirror, and was slightly confused, and forgot about her words for a moment.

This sister... seems to have never seen her before, but it seems that no one can play that witch except her, right?

The girl in the red dress between her thoughts had already stood up.

The candlelight around her seemed to be quiet, and the light was taken away by her delicate face. She was petite but outstanding, with narrow shoulders and hips, delicate curves of waist and back. When she stepped on her straight legs, her hair hanging down from her waist was swaying gently.

When the girl who came to urge her to come back to her senses, the sister had already walked to her side. She reached out and touched the girl's head. The girl then realized that there was a slightly white cocoon under the sister's slender jade fingers, but even the cocoons seemed so small and cute.

The little girl said softly, everyone was waiting for you and immediately went to clean up the table for her. She found a strange pattern engraved on the dressing table. The little girl just thought it was a kind of metaphysical totem and didn't think much about it.

The girl in red dress has gone out.

She walked down the attic and walked towards the crowd.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The girl's red dress is like a wave of flames. Her head is slightly lowered, her sleeves are lightly hung in front of her, and it is hard to hide the nobleness between her eyebrows and eyes. Although the curve of the warped area is not exaggerated, it is slender and appropriate, and looks extremely beautiful. On her face with light makeup and light painting, her delicate nose and red cherry lips are all like poetry and paintings.

Many people who looked at her, both men and women, felt that their hearts were half a beat slower. They felt that other scenes in their eyes were fading away, and only the girl's red dress in the breeze and the beautiful face of the country.

The girl's foggy eye feathers drooped down, gently blessed everyone's lower body, and performed an official ceremony that was too standard to be more standard.

"There are such beautiful girls in our city?"

"She is so beautiful... the only one who can compete with her is that witch?"

"It's a pity that this girl shouldn't be old and hasn't really grown up yet."

"Is this really a woman in the art building?"

The middle-aged woman suddenly felt a little proud as she listened to their comments.

This girl was picked up by her a day ago outside the city. She was still worried about the casting of this scene, but when she saw this little girl, she felt that everything was solved. But she didn't expect that after she dressed up, she would be more beautiful than she thought. If she had been admitted to the art building for a good training, the art building would probably have been rebuilt earlier than the Wang Palace.

"My sweet, why are you here now?" She quickly walked forward, took the hand of the "little daughter" affectionately, waved her bloated arms, drank the others away, and led the girl to the backstage.

The girl smiled apologetically at the others.

In the curve of the red lips, the quiet face attracted countless people. Su Yanshu, who was recognized by the art building, seemed to have become vulgar fans in front of this delicate and beautiful girl.

Si Ming looked at her from afar, and looked at the girl who was so gorgeous that she was in the city of Duojie, and felt a sense of emptiness.

She recognized her.

Even though she put on a gorgeous dress and painted her makeup, she recognized her first glance.

She was clearly the young follower next to Ning Changjiu before.

"Shao Xiaoli..." Si Ming murmured this name softly

She was nailed to the cold torture rack, looking at the girl who had never looked at her in the past, and she showed her own brilliance in front of her.

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