Zhanxian

“Brother, can you do something for me?” Fatty had a smile on his face that was intimate at first glance, and he reached out to shove the golden ingot into Yang Chen's belt: “Everyone else I've beaten a little better, as long as Xiao Xiao left my son alone in the punishment yard later, when chopping his head, he only cut a little skin, didn't hurt his life, hid it from the jailer, and the others could never see it. Thank you very much! ”

“I'm just an executioner, responsible for executions, and the rest, I don't understand!” Yang Chen's face paled and pushed the fat hand away, turning around and walking to the punishment ground.

“Kid, if you don't eat a toast and drink a forfeit, I can be a monk book, if you don't know how to lift it up, I want you to walk in your pockets!” When Fatty saw Yang Chen refuse, his face changed and he shouted harshly at Yang Chen's back.

“What does it matter if you're the emperor and I behead you?” Yang Chen sneered and climbed straight onto the bench, holding a bloody ghost knife in his arms. He stood over there and waited quietly for the execution order.

This time, Yang Chen was not executed alone. The executioner with the red ghost knife stood in a large row. Yang Chen can't even see how many people there are. Such a scene is truly appalling. What kind of punishment field would cut so many heads off?

Dong dong dong dong, three drums, the day seems to be in the right place. Yang Chen only heard one shout-out: “Cut!” Later, I saw a dead card thrown over.

“Wrongful head, debtor, you and I have no grievances in the past, no hatred in recent days, in my duty, I have been ordered to act, I have sinned!” Yang Chen habitually uttered his working language, then pulled out the death card inserted on the prisoner, threw it next to him, drank loudly, raised the ghost knife high, chopped it off. A human head climbed and rolled out of the distance, losing the body of the head slowly fell down, and the blood still sprayed wildly.

After all this, Yang Chen rarely practiced his life essence, but stood still with a knife and waited for his assignment.

“19,372 executioners, 38,43 beheaded.” In the void, a voice appears to be counting and appears to be reporting.

Suddenly, the wind in front of him did not dissipate the dust and smoke. Yang Chen was still in front of the prison, but the prisoners who had just been cut off had disappeared without a trace. Just an empty space ahead, tied to a delicate beauty, kneeling in the dust, suddenly a beautiful jade, floral chin, face facing Xia, hundreds of charms, infinite flair.

The beauty knelt around the empty space, but stood dozens of executioners dressed like Yang Chen, seemingly waiting to be executed.

“Chop!” was another loud drink, and one of the cards flew in front of some executioner. The executioner stepped forward and was about to wave his sword, but the beauty had already said: “The concubine is innocent and looks forward to the general's pity. ”

The executioner, seeing the beauty of the beauty, had taken great pity on herself, and she was delicate and shouted the general. Just call this executioner a bone crunchy, gawking, no more moving bullets.

The jailer was furious and shouted at the other executioner: "You, chop!” The cards seemed to have eyes and flew to another executioner's hand. In front of this executioner, he was similarly summoned by a beautiful woman, his soul immediately surrounded by dreams, no longer able to move.

This is true of dozens of executioners. The chopper's voice was already unquenchable. Finally, a card of death appeared in front of Yang Chen. The chopper's anger and drinking were incredibly clear: “You, chop! ”

Before Yang Chen, stand beside the beautiful woman. When the beautiful woman raised her head and revealed the beautiful face of her evil country to the people. “General, my concubine is unjust!” It's just a whisper that instantly reveals a crispy, bone flavor that even hundreds of refined steel can turn into soft fingers.

Unfortunately, Yang Chen looked at the delicate beauty like the heart of an iron stone, and looked at her without seeing her. She just drank loudly: “Wrongful head, debt owner, you and I have no past grievances, no recent hatred, under my duty, ordered to act, guilty! ”

Say it, no matter how the beautiful woman on her knees cried, raised her knife high, just one knife, clicked, the beautiful woman's prayer immediately disappeared, the beautiful head flew far away, but it was no different than killing ordinary prisoners.

“Yes!” Yang Chen swung down, but heard a good voice in his ear. Yang Chenmei did not look away, but his heart smiled cold.

“Of 38,433, only 115 were beheaded.” Voices in the void are still statistically reported.

“Yang Chen, this way!” Someone screamed behind him. Yang Chen didn't even want to think about it. Then he left. Other executioners who were unable to kill beautiful women seemed to ignore them and remained where they were.

Shortly afterwards, he came to another prison, but only Yang Chen was an executioner, while the prisoner was a middle-aged man in a dragon beard. Strangely, he had no bondage and was not surrounded by a sergeant. Standing in place, not angry and vigilant, looking cold at Yang Chen walking over.

The taxi pawn who led the way no longer knew where he was going. Only Yang Chen faced the middle-aged man alone. Yet Yang Chen had nothing to say, but stood still.

“Yang Chen, chop!” The familiar voice of the beheading officer rang again, and a nametag fell in front of Yang Chen's eyes.

Yang Chen didn't say anything, he took the ghost knife and went forward. Upon seeing this situation, the middle-aged man opened his eyes and revealed the smell of Wang Bao in his eyes. He drank to Yang Chenda: “I am the king of the dynasty, 95 supreme, dare you be rude? ”

As soon as the words came out, there was a golden stone sound, like golden mouth jade words, deafening. The timid person, once drunk by this voice, will kneel unconsciously with soft hands and feet.

Boom, Yang Chen ignored it, but going up is just a foot. The Great Golden Immortal's soul still cares about a little human emperor? A middle-aged man kicked his foot over the ground, stepped on one foot and stomped firmly before waving a bloody ghost knife.

“Wrongful head, debtor, you and I have no past grievances, no recent hatred, my duty, order to act, sin!” As soon as Yang Chen's sword was suddenly cut off, the guy who called himself the emperor's head went all the way out.

Ding, a crisp sound, lying under the emperor's body, revealed a small white jade. The jade is round and round, at first glance it is not much of a good object.

Yang Chen looked around and nobody smiled in his heart. He reached out and grabbed Jade Pei and stuffed him under his belt. Then stand still and wait for the next call.

“There were only two decapitators, the first with no oblique eyes, and one with the jade.” The voices in the void, Yang Chen can't hear them, making the final statistics.

“Yang Chen, Tiantian chopped Sendai, there is no one like you, will you?” There was no coroner present, but this time he stood in front of Yang Chen. He asked kindly. He also pinched a white ring in his hand and slowly handed it over.