The Villain Slaps The Protagonist’s Halo

Nie Jia's voice Fang Luodian door was pushed open from the outside, and all the palace people lined up in a row to serve him for dressing and grooming. Each one lowered his head carefully, fearing who would be dragged out of the stick today. killed.

"Remove all these things." Nie Jia dragged a silver bell, and immediately rang into the room.

The old **** who had taken the robe was slightly stunned, and nodded slightly in the corner of his eyes. He hurriedly asked the **** and the court ladies to clean up these star-like bells.

These silver bells and the empty weirdness of the dormitory are all derived from the fear of the emperor. Although everyone knows that the tyrant on the throne is cruel and inhuman, he does not know that his fierce hull is fragile and humble.

Jun Changsheng was not so cruel since he was a child. On the contrary, the former Junsheng was gifted, gentle, and kind, with the integrity of a scholar and the pride of his superior. He knew from an early age that he was able to eat Shan Zhen Hai Wei and drink Qiong Puyu because the countless soldiers on the front line killed the battlefield to ensure the safety of the country. He also understands his responsibilities as a prince. In order to one day calm the world and let the people of Limin live in peace and contentment, he has read soldiers' books since childhood and worked diligently to study martial arts.

However, Yan Guo was just a small country. Before the Jun Changsheng could lead the battle, Yan Guo was crushed by the enemy Tie Qi and slaughtered all the way to the city of Zhuolu.

As soon as the people saw that the country was incapable of going back to heaven, Zhuolu City was in chaos, and most of the palace people had escaped. At that time, the junior king had just assumed the throne. He knew that he was going to die, and he made his death aspirations, but he couldn't bear the younger brother to be buried in the palace with himself. .

However, it was not the enemy cavalry but the mob of Yan that the monarch waited for in the end!

The enemies of the enemy country won one city and slaughtered the whole city. They even cooked the belly with human food and killed them under Zhuolu city. The people in Zhuolu City knew that the enemy had killed them and had panicked for a long time. I don’t know who raised their heads. They wanted to use the heads of the palace king and King Jing to open the city and ask the enemy not to kill the city and spare them.

So before the enemy Tie Qi actually killed Zhuolu City, the mob in the city killed the palace instead, dragging the sleeping monarch all the way from the palace to the outside of the hall, regardless of the panic of the little king, and asked him fiercely like fierce ghosts. The whereabouts of Jing Wangjun Changyue.

Naturally, Jun Changsheng wouldn't speak, so he was cut off his hamstrings on the spot, or he didn't say that in the cold snowy night, Jun Changsheng was beaten by the mob and his legs were **** and his muscles were broken. He was tortured for two full hours. In the end, no one could tell whether these mobs were immersed in the thrill of killing brought by bullying the once high king, or really wanted to know the whereabouts of Jing King from his mouth.

That year, Jun Changsheng was only thirteen years old, his legs were broken, his martial arts were exhausted, and the ambition to settle the world once made these mobs rammed away.

When the emperor was dying, Xuanjia killed the enemy coach and general in a conspicuous place to deter the three armies. At this time, Si Konghan finally led his army to rush to secure Zhuolu City. Xuanjia returned to the palace and saw the scene of the monarch's humiliation.

These mobs of course let Xuanjia kill everything, Jun Changsheng was lucky to retrieve a life, but a pair of legs was abandoned. Since then, Jun Changsheng's temperament has changed drastically, bloodthirsty and ruthless.

Later, no matter what the twenty-one Xuanjia people were doing, there were always five people left in the dark to defend the safety of the little monarch, but the experience of being tortured and slaughtered in his sleep had filled the mind and the uneasiness of the emperor. Therefore, nothing was left in the sleeping hall, just filled with silver bells, as long as someone came in and took a step around him, he could be immediately awakened.

Nie Jia never made any comments on the original owner's past, but was a little silent about the experience of Jun Changsheng.

Until the old eunuch's vicissitudes of sound made him recover, "King, today, the snow outside is heavy, and it's freezing cold, you can add more cloaks." He said that he covered a black fox cloak on him On the leg, I must also know the weather. The monarch's legs must be extremely painful.

Nie Jia wore a black cloak, and the whole person was trapped in the windy hair. It was still hot inside. But when he went out to let the cold wind blow, the bitter cold almost made him tremble, and the pain in his knee became more severe. Jun Changsheng's physique is not as good as one year after his legs were scrapped. I'm afraid the thick fur will be inseparable in the summer.

"Brother Wang..." The empress kneeling on the ground stared at the monarch on the step, his blood on his forehead dried up and knocked him apart, and the mottled spots were distraught.

"Come here." Nie Jia held his hands in the white fox's handwriting and looked at him indifferently with his eyes down.

Jun Changyue was about to stand up quickly, but he stumbled because of kneeling for too long. He could not help but stumbled and nearly fell. A crowd of palace people did not dare to support him, and they all bowed their eyes and watched. Jun Changyue stepped forward and barely stood firm, looking at Nie Jia with tears in her eyes.

"I've opened the net to spare him the late punishment, are you still not satisfied?" Nie Jia said coldly.

"The Sikong family is dead, no one can threaten you any more, and he is now a waste person. Brother Wang spared him." Jun Changyue begged: "It is because he once saved the entire Yan Kingdom. For your sake, you and I are both gracious, is it not enough for him?"

"It's me who is kind to you, not Si Konghan." Nie Jia hummed quietly and stopped looking at him, and ordered people to go to the execution ground.

Jun Changyue is full of his own love, and he has no intention to think about other things. He hastily followed up behind Buxuan.

Si Konghan will be questioned at noon, and one hour before the execution, but he has been sent to the execution ground.

In the severe winter, the feathers and snow were flying, the guards and prison officials of the execution ground were trembling with cold, but the figure kneeling on the guillotine was still, and the expression was proud, even if everyone knew that his hands and feet were discarded. But the figure in the wind like a javelin is still daunting, that is the supernatural spirit of the **** of war in the Yan Kingdom.

Nie Jia's lips became paler and colder, and shrunk in the layers of thick fur. The pale face made him look like a fragile beautiful porcelain.

Si Konghan was quietly waiting for his death. All the guards on the execution ground knelt down suddenly, and the supervising officer was too busy to come down from the case and bow down deeply into the snow.

Si Konghan turned his head to look, and saw that Xiao Guojun sat slowly on his face with a blank expression, and his eyes were immediately stained with fierce killing intent, and his lips rushed out of the white mist. He glared at Nie Jia, as if he was so hungry that he saw the beast of the rabbit, and he wished to pounce on it to eat his meat immediately!

"Si Konghan, you have tried to usurp the throne, and this king has ruled against your whole family, do you feel wronged?" Nie Jia gently stroked a snowflake that fell on his eyelashes, with light golden eyes. Looked affectionately at the **** old God of War.

"Tyrant!" Si Konghan broke his mouth and scolded, and did not bow down to his plight at all. "You will be condemned by murderousness after all! I haven't been able to take the place of Heavenly Walker in my life. Grey blood sacrificed innocent lives in your hands!"

Nie Jia looked down at Jun Changyue, "heard? He wants to kill me, but you want to plead for him and let me spare him. Do you want to kill me too?"

Jun Changyue was desperate, and she burst into tears and ran to the guillotine, kneeling in front of Si Konghan, holding him and crying.

"Chang Yue, you and me, let's continue in the next life." Sikong Hanzheng's iron bone also softened at this time. He couldn't help but red his eyes in Jun Changyue's cry, his hands were no longer able to hug him Can kiss gently on the side of his ear, a pain in his heart.

"You can't die. If you die, I'll live shortly too!" Jun Changyue was almost crying and blinded, and he said to Nie Jia with the last hint of hope: "Brother Wang must die him? If he die?" After that, the younger brother had to kill himself with a knife and followed him away!"

"Chang Yue!" Si Konghan scolded him heartbroken.

Jun Changyue was unmoved, looking at Nie Jia with a red eyes, and was forced to die.

Nie Jia frowned and said angrily: "Unclear things! Drag him down and execute immediately!"

Immediately the two guards stepped forward and dragged down the collapsed Jun Changyue, the executioner carrying a knife was ready to execute.

Since kk has connected this world, he can deeply feel the maliciousness of the prosecution team, and he is uneasy to Nie Jiadao: [Mr. Nie, the protagonist will be born again immediately after the attack, which is really bad for you. It is too dangerous to kill him. Anyway, he is also a waste person now, it is better to leave him a life and watch its changes. 】

Nie Jia sneered indifferently in his heart: [I'm afraid he won't succeed, I want him to die, he will have to die again when he is born again! 】

"Execution!" Nie Jia stared at Si Konghan sharply.

Jun Changyue was crying in tears, Si Konghan looked at Nie Jia fearlessly, his eyes full of hatred and unyielding. When the executioner carried the knife forward and was struggling to cut off the head of the God of War with a knife, Si Konghan turned back violently. His eyes contained an endless vicious murderous intention, which was a deterrent during the **** battle. The executioner was suddenly shocked. After retreating sharply, the hot winter day scared out a cold sweat.

Si Konghan smiled in the sky and looked at Nie Jia arrogantly, "Did you see that, Jun Changsheng, the only person you can use in the entire Yan Kingdom is the twenty-one dogs around you? People are scared and unavailable, go call your dog, Uncle Ben is waiting here!"

Worthy of being a **** of war, this style is indeed worthy.

Nie Jia slowly lifted her lips, leaning her head and whispered to the person next to him, "Take a heavy bow."

The **** was stunned. He didn't dare to take a heavy bow. He was waiting for the guard to be given to the king, and a slender white hand stretched out from the step, grabbing the bow steadily and quickly. go.

Nie Jia pinched the tail of the arrow with two fingers, his breath sank, and the bow pulled the full moon!

The palace and guards on the execution ground were stunned, including Si Konghan was surprised for a moment, but it was a heavy bow, which could not be pulled by the generals. At this time, he was easily taken by the sick and weak monarch who could not pick up a pot of wine on weekdays. Pull away!

With a whimper, the arrows shot out before waiting for everyone to react.

"Don't!" Jun Changyue desperately shook off the guard, and was frightened to stand in front of Si Konghan, but still a step late.

A sharp arrow splits the air, cutting Jun Changyue's curly hair, and then shoots Si Konghan's throat with a thunder, and instantly nails him to the guillotine on the spot!

Nie Jia looked at Si Konghan's dead body, and his eyes were unpredictable. Sikong Han, I am waiting for your revenge.

Jun Changyue turned his head to see the blood and Si Konghan's body. He knelt slowly, gasped for a few breaths and passed out.

"Hang the thief's body over the city gate to show to the public!" Nie Jia threw a bow and arrow, and shrank back into the big cloak like a sick seedling, and said, "I'm tired, go back to the palace."