In the middle of the royal city, the platform was simply set up, and several dilapidated buildings stood tilted around. Many refugees gathered under the buildings that were preserved for a long time. They talked to each other, lamented, and looked at the stage from time to time.

The half-destroyed imperial city revealed its decay, and there were temporary sheds everywhere. The monks were still cleaning up the ruins. Many corpses that had been pressed for several days were cleared out with the bricks, tiles and wood. The flesh and blood stuck to the wooden sticks, emitting a foul stench and could not be peeled off.

Only that stage is the only bright color in the city.

Shao Xiaoli wore a red embroidered skirt and walked behind the stage with several girls. The people behind the scenes cursed Si Ming's witch while sighing at the heavens for being pitiful and killed people. After seeing Shao Xiaoli coming, many people's eyes lit up and came over, full of gratitude for this beautiful flower that had not been destroyed by the disaster. Some even pulled the middle-aged woman aside and began to discuss the rankings and prices in a warm manner, giving an extremely attractive number.

Shao Xiaoli's face was calm, like an exiled noble girl, but at this moment, she stood up straight, regardless of her eyebrows or appearance, and looked like a whispered willow, which was weak and adorable.

Shao Xiaoli's eyes moved slightly. She also saw a few people she had known in the crowd, but none of them recognized her.

First of all, it was because Shao Xiaoli was always worried about the exposure of her illegitimate daughter's identity, and she was very psychologically burdened. She was neglected to dress up on weekdays, which became even worse after her mother's death. During the days when she lived with Ning for a long time, she also wore simple and loose dresses every day, with her chaotic hair, and her cheeks were always simple.

Secondly, these past royal colleagues have suffered too much in the past.

In the past few months, the king died and the two were abolished. The goddess they believed in turned out to be a sinful witch, and the spirit they depended on was also robbed of cleansing. Later, it was even more catastrophe, and the entire city was almost razed into ruins by the rage.

Apart from a little bit of swordsmanship, the royal family is almost no different from ordinary people. What a frustrating thing. Even if some people survived the disaster, they would go crazy in the later days of suffering.

The initiator of all this was right in front of me, and was firmly nailed to the torture frame, bearing the eyes of the people. It’s a pity that they could not exert more harm on her, so they were also very motivated to this humiliating opera.

Shao Xiaoli walked the lotus steps, looking as cautious as walking on thin ice, and another old expert guided her needed steps, lines and temperament.

Although the main point of this scene is that the witch was tortured and relieved the depression and depression in the city by beating the witch, the previous story still needs to go through a simple process.

"Your temperament should be more fierce and cold. Look at the woman on the cross, look at her cold and arrogant demeanor and appearance, and have a good understanding." The old actor pointed at the stunning witch in silver hair and white skirt, and taught with great sincerity: "Anyway, later, there will be a fighting scene. I taught you this yesterday. You should have a good grasp of it. Oh, look at your appearance, you used to be a lady from the royal family. You should have never learned any swords, fists and feet on weekdays. This is indeed a bit difficult for you."

Shao Xiaoli listened to the other party's nagging words, but responded softly and knew.

"By the way, after you are tied to the punishment frame, you will be hung on it. At that time, your expression will be colder, tougher, and resist unconvincedly. Only in this way can the emotions of the people below the stage be aroused. Don't look at that woman more and imitate it. Could the witch who harms the country and the people be a porcelain doll like you?"

"Well, I know what I know." Shao Xiaoli nodded slightly, smiling, and his demeanor could not find any flaws.

She looked over the sky of Duanjie City, looked at Si Ming's embarrassing appearance, and couldn't help but recall that night. The murderous intent that was chasing her was still like the tip of a knife. At that time, the silver-haired and ink skirt was like the incarnation of the God of Killing. Every time she looked at it, she seemed to have to endure the pain of burning bones and melting blood, and the soul was scattered.

But now this woman, who was like a god of killing, was humiliated in public in such a manner.

Shao Xiaoli's lips curled up slightly and showed a sarcastic smile at her.

She knew that Si Ming was also looking at him at this moment.

The stage was set up in full swing, and the people behind the curtain were rehearsing nervously. When the good show really started, it was too late. People kept coming from the city. They gathered in the audience and formed a huge circle, including royal families, refugees, blind men and many physically incomplete people. The crowd was like waves, and everyone was squeezed into the torrent, pushing and shouting.

With a loud gong, the show finally opened. After reciting a lyrics on the narrator, everything began in full swing.

Shao Xiaoli came out from behind the stage, but was not at all afraid. She had a little soft color. Whether it was pronunciation of lyrics or swords, she was cold and straightforward. Her heroic figure attracted a series of high shouts from the audience.

"In the next ten years, no one can shake the position of Yilou's courtesan." Many people said this, the beautiful figure of the girl was floating in her eyes. The red dress was like fireworks exploded in the night sky, unparalleled. Many disciples of the noble family have begun to fantasize about the scene of a booming waste. At that time, Yilou will be crowded.

The person who acted opposite Shao Xiaoli was the god they imagined. The god was wearing a mask, black and red costume, with a banner on his back, and screaming, looking righteous.

Shao Xiaoli used a few moves with him fiercely, then pretended to be defeated as the script said, and was injured by the gods. After saying a few mean words of confrontation, he was captured. Then the god began to list her guilt one by one, and Shao Xiaoli looked full of pain, as if the other party was chanting the magic spell to subdue demons.

Si Ming looked at the scene on their stage and sneered: "Ha, children play every family, humans are really weak and naive. I think this will disturb my heart. It's too whimsical."

Having said that, her expression was even more covered in frost and snow, making her look colder.

The opera was going on slowly, boredom was boring, and Si Ming turned his attention there, watching Shao Xiaoli being listed one by one and then tied to the cross.

This is the climax of the opera. They looked at the scene of punishing the witch with great desire, and also let the witch who was nailed to the punishment rack see the fate she will 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 it would be a real blow. This was what the middle-aged woman persuaded her for a long time before she could make the girl who called herself Xiang'er girl agree. She said that as long as the people in the city vent their anger today, she would definitely be the most popular person in the city and would be more popular than the king.

Shao Xiaoli watched his feet gradually leave the ground, and the cheers of the crowd and the crazy waving hands seemed to be leaving him.

The real golden cross is not far from them, and the black snake is also staring at here, but the pupils are empty, like a puppet without emotions.

She looked at Si Ming, and the smile on her face became even stronger.

Si Ming knew that she would have a purpose when she came here. She would not just act in a clumsy drama, but she didn't understand what this girl was going 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 tortured, and then threw it towards the girl's delicate and protruding body.

The crowd below was noisy for a moment, but not long after, the noise came to an abrupt end and returned to silence.

They looked up dumbly, frowning, or rubbing their eyes, all of them suspected that they had read it wrong.

The whip that hit the Xianger girl stopped in the air.

He held the whip tail in one hand.

It was a slender hand, but the five fingers were like iron hooks, holding the whip tightly in their hands.

The girl in the red dress broke free from her tie.

She stood at the top of the cross and sank the cross slightly. Several people holding the thread almost took off their strength and let go. She held the long whip in her hand, her cold eyebrows and eyes were very similar to the way Si Ming stood on the high platform that day.

"This...is there this passage in the play?"

"It seems that there isn't."

"Treasure, this must be another witch! I'm so beautiful, what if I'm not a witch?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and many people were panicked and began to flee. The crowd was like several streams rushing together, splashing countless water.

Shao Xiaoli looked off the stage and found that when she returned to the royal city again, her mood seemed completely different from the past. Others watched the scenes she played on the stage, while she looked off the stage and seemed to be watching a scene.

She snatched her arms and easily snatched the whip from the other party. She stood steadily under the cross, her dress that was blowing was like a night cloud.

"Don't you want to see the goddess be humiliated and punished? What's the point of setting up the stage for the actor? Don't you want to come to some real things?" Shao Xiaoli learned from Ning's long-term and calm tone, and his voice was as bleak as autumn wind.

Si Ming was slightly shocked. She had thought about this possibility, but in her eyes, this girl was just a waste with mediocre swordsmanship. How could she really meet her?

Shao Xiaoli turned around and looked away.

The past few months of sword learning have passed by in my mind like a light-catching sight of the light, and the spiritual energy instantly broke through the sea of ​​qi and swept around me in circles.

Shao Xiaoli hooked his middle finger into his sleeve, and the red rope that had been prepared was shot out, and suddenly pulled it into a straight line, throwing it onto the golden cross, and the red rope was wrapped around it from afar. Shao Xiaoli twisted and pulled his wrist, and his whole body flew like a mural, and he used the force to leave.

The black snake noticed the abnormal movement and suddenly opened its mouth full of jagged teeth and rushed towards it. The crow was still pecking at Si Ming's divine nature, indifferent.

Shao Xiaoli looked at the giant snake rushing towards him, and his heart was throbbing. The sword moves that were integrated into the flesh and blood burst out and stabbed towards the center of the black snake's eyebrow bone.

The roar of the giant snake seemed to scream tens of thousands of mice.

Shao Xiaoli grabbed the red rope, crossed the black snake's head, and swung it to its back. Her hand pressed on its body, raised the sword in her hand, and pierced it skillfully. The sword pierced the scales, reaching the flesh and blood, crushing the bones.

The black snake on the cross kept twisting its body, trying to throw the damn girl off. Shao Xiaoli pressed the handle with both hands, dragged the sword, dragged 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 shaking feathers.

Shao Xiaoli's body was pushed away by the blown scales, and it was difficult to maintain stability. He fell into the crowd. The black snake opened its mouth wide, twisted its neck, and rushed towards Shao Xiaoli.

The long whip that Shao Xiaoli grabbed in his other hand also stretched out. He swung the whip and accurately surrounded one of the black snake's front teeth. Then, with the force of the black snake rushing over, he swung his body upwards, drew his sword again in the air, stabbing the black snake's pupils.

The black snake wrapped around the golden cross, and its movement was not large, as if it did not want to hurt any civilian or destroy any buildings.

This is the order given to it by the Sin Lord.

The Sin Lord will not take the initiative to kill those who will not die. This catastrophe caused by the flow of heaven and earth is just a disaster for them in the eyes of the Sin Lord, and it is not caused by their own means.

Shao Xiaoli jumped on the back of the black snake, and all the sword techniques he had learned were used at this moment. The scales were shattered in large pieces under her sword. Shao Xiaoli ran wildly while slashing hard, and his red dress flew, like the fire moving rapidly on the black field.

Everyone was in a state of thrilling moment when they watched this thrilling scene. Why did the little girl, who was obviously fragile and easy to break, burst out with such power?

Shao Xiaoli used the opera troupe to get back into the city and then took this opportunity to attract everyone, making the black snake afraid of taking action. Even if he was not strong enough, he could get into the crowd and escape.

These are the rough plans that the boss made for herself, and she was more conscious of her on-the-spot response to joining the opera troupe.

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the black snake, took back the long whip, then set out his sword again, and stabbed into the black snake's fragile pupils.

Blood sprayed like a pillar.

These nine infants have died many times, and this is its final one. A very fine residual soul that was taken out of the time abyss by chance. Although it was given some power by the Sin Lord, how can it reach its peak?

There are too many people at this moment, and its actions are limited everywhere, and the little girl was injured in her eyes.

Si Ming looked at the scene that happened under him, his eyes cold.

She still didn't think this girl could kill this black snake.

Because its power is ultimately given by the Sin Lord, what kind of person is the Sin Lord? How can the things it creates be easily killed?

The black snake shook its giant head, and its spiritual energy stirred up a strong wind, squirting Shao Xiaoli backwards.

Shao Xiaoli's hand holding the sword was unstable and was hit into the air by the airflow coming from the air. Her body briefly lost the point of leverage. She watched the black snake rush towards her. The girl bit her silver teeth tightly, and the sword she had never used before appeared in her mind.

Si Ming knew this sword very well, so when Shao Xiaoli raised his hand, she knew that this sword could not be achieved at all.

But the facts were once again beyond Siming's expectations.

Invisibly, it seemed as if some kind of power was given to her. She cut out the sword, and her awe-inspiring murderous intent disappeared briefly. After colliding with the giant snake, it immediately reached its peak. Along the edge of her sword, the snake blood was like a waterfall that kept flying to both sides, dyeing the giant snake's teeth blood red.

Si Ming noticed something was wrong and immediately raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

Siming's pupils shrank slightly.

In the attic not far away, a young man in white clothes walked out of the cottage where Shao Xiaoli had dressed up.

The boy wore an unknown sword, pinned the branch that she hated, and had a gentle smile on his face.

...

Before leaving, Shao Xiaoli carved the small flying array diagram that Ning had explained for a long time on the dressing table. After the chaos began, Ning long used the authority of fate to change the fate of the black feather, letting it entangle the night, rather than himself. Then he came here with the help of the small flying array.
To be continued...