Beyond the Divine States Chapter 203: : The humiliation of priests

In the center of the king city, the high platform was simply erected. Several broken buildings stood stumblingly around. Many refugees gathered under those lucky-preserved buildings. They talked with each other and lamented. Now, look at the stage from time to time.

The half-destroyed imperial city reveals its decline. There are temporary sheds everywhere. The monks are still clearing the ruins. Many corpses that have been crushed for several days are cleared out along with the bricks, tiles and wood. Sticking to the wooden stick, it smells so bad that it can't be peeled off.

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

Shao Xiaoli, wearing a red embroidered skirt, walked behind the scenes of the stage with a few girls. The people behind the scenes hated and cursed the enchantress Siming, while feeling that the heavens did not show mercy, and killed people in misfortune, and saw Shao Xiaoli. After arriving, many people shook their eyes and rushed over. They were full of rejoicing for this beautiful flower that was not destroyed by the disaster. Some even took the middle-aged woman aside and began to talk about it. The ranking and price of the products give a very attractive number.

Shao Xiaoli's face is calm, like an exiled noble girl, but at this moment, apart from her standing straight, whether it is her eyebrows or her appearance, she looks like Yiyi's new budding willow. Weak and uncontrollable, arousing love and affection.

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

Firstly, it was because Shao Xiaoli used to worry about the exposure of the illegitimate daughter's identity. She was very burdened by her psychological burden and neglected to dress up. This became even worse after her mother died. In the days when she lived with Ning Changjiu, she also Wear simple, loose-fitting dresses, with tousled hair, and cheeks always plain.

Secondly, these former royal colleagues have suffered too much in these days.

In the past few months, the emperor died and the participation was abolished. The goddess they believed in turned out to be the evil demon, and the spirit that they depended on most proudly was also robbed and cleansed. Later, the whole city was devastated. They were almost razed to ruins by the raging waves.

Except for a little bit of swordsmanship, the royal family is almost the same as ordinary people. This is a frustrating thing. Even if some people survived the disaster, they went crazy in the suffering days later.

The instigator of all this is right in front of her, he is firmly nailed to the torture, bearing the eyes of the people, but unfortunately they can’t inflict more harm on her, so for this humiliation Their enthusiasm is also very high.

Shao Xiaoli walked along the lotus steps, looking as cautiously as walking on thin ice. Another veteran was on the side to guide her with the steps, lines and temperament she needed.

Although the focus of this scene is the torture of the demon girl, and the depressive atmosphere in the city is relieved by beating the demon girl, but the previous story still needs a simple cutscene.

"Your temperament should be more fierce and colder. You can look at the woman on the cross frame, and see how arrogant and arrogant you are, so that you can get a sense of it." The old actor pointed to the beautiful girl with silver hair and white dress. , Taught me painstakingly: "Anyway later, it's a fight scene. I taught you this yesterday. You should take care of it. Hey, look at your appearance as a royal lady in the past. You should be the same on weekdays. I haven't learned anything about swords and fists, this is indeed a bit difficult for you."

Shao Xiaoli listened to the other party's babbling words, but only softly replied to know.

"By the way, after you are **** to the torture, you will be hung on it. At that time, you still have to look colder, tougher, and resist unconvincingly, so as to arouse the audience. People’s emotions, don’t look like a doll that is submissive, look at that woman more and imitate it, is it possible that the wicked girl who harms the country and the people can still be a porcelain doll like you?"

"Well, I know it in my heart." Shao Xiaoli nodded lightly, smiling, his manners couldn't spot any flaws.

She looked at the sky above Broken Realm City, looked at Si Ming's embarrassed appearance, and couldn't help but recall that night, the killing intent of chasing after her, she always remembered the back of a knife tip, and the silver-haired ink skirt at that time seemed to kill. The incarnation of God seems to suffer the pain of melting the bones and melting the soul every time he looks at it.

Now this murderous woman is shown humiliatingly under everyone's eyes with such a posture.

The corners of Shao Xiaoli's mouth slightly twitched, and he smiled sarcastically at her.

She knew that Si Ming was also looking at herself at the 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 already very late, and there was a constant flood of people in the city. They gathered under the stage and surrounded In a huge circle, there are royal families, refugees, blind people and many physically disabled people. The crowd is like a wave. Everyone is squeezed into the torrent, pushing and shouting.

With the sound of a loud gong, the show finally opened. After narrating a passage, everything began in full swing.

Shao Xiaoli came out from behind the stage, but he was not stage fright at all, and a bit of Yiyi's soft color faded away. Whether it was a word or a sword, he was cold and crisp. The heroic figure attracted the stage after another. Shout loudly.

"In the next ten years, I am afraid that no one can shake the position of the oiran in the art building." Many people said that, the beautiful figure of the girl was erratic in the eyes, and the red dress looked like fireworks exploding in the night sky. Wushuang, many disciples of your family have begun to fantasize about the scene after a hundred wastes are revived. When the time comes, Yilou is afraid that it will be very busy.

The one who played against Shao Xiaoli was the **** they imagined. The **** was wearing a mask, a black and red costume, and a pennant on his back. He yelled in his mouth and looked righteous.

Shao Xiaoli fought a few fierce moves with him, and then pretended to be invincible and was hurt by the gods as the script said. After saying a few harsh words in his mouth, he was captured and seized. The **** began to enumerate her guilt one by one, and Shao Xiaoli's face was full of pain, as if the other party was chanting a spell to cast demons.

Si Ming watched the scene on their stage and sneered: "Oh, the child pretends to be a family. Human beings are really weak and naive. Thinking that this will disturb my Dao Xin? It's too whimsical."

That said, her expression became more frosty and snowy, and colder.

The opera progressed slowly. Boredom is also boring. Si Ming also cast his gaze there, watching Shao Xiaoli being enumerated one after another of crimes and punishments, and then tied to a cross.

This is the climax of the opera. They watched the scene of punishing the demon girl with great eagerness, and let the demon girl who was nailing to the torture have a look at the fate she would face in the future.

Shao Xiaoli’s hands and feet were tied up, and the rope on the cross would pull her up, and then she would be beaten by a fake act. It was the middle-aged woman who persuaded her for a long time before she claimed herself incense. The girl promised to come down. She said that as long as the people in the city vent their resentment today, she will be the most popular person in the city in the future, and she will be the most popular person in the city.

Shao Xiaoli watched her feet gradually leave the ground, the cheers of the crowd and the frantically waving hands seemed to be moving away from her.

The real golden cross is not far away from them, and the black snake is also staring here, but with hollow pupils, like a puppet with no emotions.

She looked at Si Ming, with a greater smile on her face.

Siming knew that she must have a purpose when she came here, not just acting in a clumsy scene, but she didn't understand what the girl was going to do?

Shao Xiaoli and the cross were raised to the same height as the building. On the top of the building, a man walked out with a slender whip, shouting that the devil was tortured, and then turned towards the girl’s exquisitely protruding body Throw it up.

The crowd below boiled for a moment, but it didn't take long for the noise to cease abruptly and fell silent.

They stared up blankly, frowned, or rubbed their eyes, all suspecting that they had made a mistake.

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

One hand held the tail of the whip.

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

The girl in the red dress broke free from her **** at some point.

She stood at the top of the cross and stepped on the cross slightly to sink back. Several people who were pulling the string almost let go. And she was holding the long whip in her hand, and her cold eyebrows were very similar to the appearance of Shiming standing on the high platform.

"This...is there a paragraph in the drama?"

"It does not seem to be there."

"Witch, this must be another wicked girl! She was born so good-looking, what is it if she is not a wicked girl?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Many people panicked and began to flee in all directions. The crowd was like a few streams colliding together, splashing countless water.

Shao Xiaoli looked at the stage, and she found that when she returned to the city again, her mood seemed completely different from the past. Others watched her acting on the stage, and she looked at the stage, and she seemed to be in Watch a scene.

She closed her arms and easily snatched the whip from the opponent's hand. She stood firmly under the cross, her dress like evening clouds.

"Don't you want to see the goddess being humiliated and punished? What's the point of being an actor? You don't want to be serious?" Shao Xiaoli learned from Ning Changjiu's indifferent tone, and his voice was dull.

Si Ming was slightly surprised. She thought about this possibility, but in her eyes, this girl was just a waste of swordsmanship. Where could she really meet her?

Shao Xiaoli turned around and looked away.

The past few months of learning swordsmanship flashed through my mind like watching lights, and my spiritual energy instantly broke through the sea of ​​qi, and swayed in circles around me.

Shao Xiaoli's **** hooked his sleeves, and the prepared red string shot out, suddenly pulled into a straight line, and hit the golden cross, the red string wound up from the distance, and Shao Xiaoli twisted and pulled his wrist. , The whole body is flying away like a mural.

The black snake noticed the abnormal movement, and suddenly opened a mouth full of jagged teeth, and leaped towards itself, while the crow was still pecking at the divinity of Siming, indifferent.

Shao Xiaoli looked at the giant snake that rushed, throbbing in his heart, and those sword moves blended into flesh and blood burst out and pierced towards the center of the black snake's brow bone.

The roar of the giant snake is like tens of thousands of mice screaming.

Shao Xiaoli grasped the red rope, passed over the black snake's head, and swung onto its back. She pressed her hand to its body, raised the sword in her hand, and stabbed it expertly. The sword pierced the scales. A, straight to the flesh and blood, crushing the bones.

The black snake on the cross kept twisting its body, trying to throw the **** girl off, Shao Xiaoli pressed his hands firmly on the handle, dragged the sword, dragged the flesh of the black snake, and rushed upwards.

The black snake opened its scales in anger and pain, like a rooster with fluttering feathers.

Shao Xiaoli's body was pushed away by the blasted scales, no matter how difficult to maintain stability, he fell into the crowd, the black snake opened his mouth, twisted his neck, and rushed towards Shao Xiaoli.

The long whip that Shao Xiaoli was holding in his other hand also stretched out. With a flick of the whip, it accurately wrapped around one of the black snake’s front teeth, and then slammed upward with the force of the black snake rushing over. He drew his sword again in the air and pierced the pupil of the black snake.

The black snake was entwined on the golden cross. It didn't move too much, as if it didn't want to hurt any civilians or destroy any buildings.

This is an order from the sinner to it.

The prince of sins will not take the initiative to kill people who do not die. This catastrophe caused by the air currents from heaven and earth is only their innocent disaster in the eyes of the prince, not caused by his own means.

Shao Xiaoli leaped on the back of the black snake, and all the swordsmanship she had learned was used at this moment. The scales were crushed in large areas under her sword. Shao Xiaoli ran wildly while slashing, red. The dress flies up like a fast-moving fire on the black field.

Everyone watched this thrilling scene, with palpitations. Why did the fragile and fragile little girl explode with such power?

And Shao Xiaoli used the theater troupe to re-enter the city, and then took this opportunity to attract everyone, making the black snake a little jealous, even if he was not strong enough, he could mix into the crowd and escape.

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

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the black snake, retracted the long whip, then took out the sword again, and pierced into the fragile pupil of the black snake.

The blood is sprayed like a column.

The nine infants have died many times, and this is its final, a very thin remnant soul that was lucky enough to be taken out of Shiyuan, although it was given some power by the sinner, how could it be able to make it? At the peak?

At this moment, there are too many people, and its shooting is restricted everywhere, and this little girl hurts its eyes.

Si Ming watched this scene happening under him, his eyes cold.

She still doesn't think this girl can kill this black snake.

Because its power is ultimately bestowed by the guilty king, who is the guilty king? How can the things it creates be easily killed?

The black snake shook its giant head, aura like a masterpiece that set off a violent wind and blew Shao Xiaoli back.

Shao Xiaoli's hand holding the sword was unstable, and she was hit into the air by the oncoming air current. Her body briefly lost its leverage point, and she watched the black snake rush towards her, the girl Yinya Biting tightly, the sword that he had never used before appeared in his mind.

Si Ming knew this sword very well, so when Shao Xiaoli raised his hand, she knew that this sword was impossible for her to achieve.

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

Invisible, as if some kind of power was given to her, she cut out the sword, her awe-inspiring killing intent died out briefly, and immediately reached the peak after colliding with the giant snake. Along her sword's edge, the blood of the snake was like a violent waterfall, cascading to the sides, staining the teeth of the giant snake with blood red.

When Si Ming sensed something was wrong, he immediately raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

Si Ming's pupils shrink slightly.

In the attic not far away, in the cabin where Shao Xiaoli used to dress up, a young man in white fluttering out came out.

The young man wore a nameless sword, pinned to the branch that hated her, with a gentle smile on his face.

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Before leaving, Shao Xiaoli engraved the small flying formation that Ning Changjiu explained on the dressing table. After the chaos began, Ning Changjiu changed the fate of the black feather with the power of fate and let it entangle the night , Not yourself. Then he came here again with the help of a small flying array.

However, the gods are hard to be deceived, and it won’t take long for the black feather to break free from fate and return again. When that happens, God will be angry.

Ning Changjiu walked out of the attic and said softly: "Shao Xiaoli used the sword in his heart."

So Shao Xiaoli really cut out that sword, leaving a huge gap in the black snake's body.

Ning Changjiu looked at the black snake.

This is the remnant of Jiuying.

It is also the source of the prince of sin.

Ning Changjiu looked at Jiuying with an extremely indifferent expression. For him, this was also one of the instigators of everything.

Shi Yuan kept the last soul for it.

"Since the ghost is not scattered, let's kill you a few more times." Ning Changjiu spoke indifferently, and the sword around his waist turned into a long rainbow and blue light, unsheathed.

Shao Xiaoli is still fighting with the black snake.

Although the sword tore its mouth directly, Jiu Ying could not feel the pain. It shook its head, sprinkled blood frantically, and bit it. Between the electric light and flint, Shao Xiaoli confronted it again. Several times, after the two of them leaped, the black snake riveted enough strength, first smashed the sword in her hand, and then shook the snake's head, imagining it as a hammer, directly smashing her to the ground.

Ding——

In the Black Snake's mind, a low and crisp sword sounded, and then, its figure made a weird twist, and it leaned back directly and bit its tail.

Ning Changjiu hovered in front of it with his sword, spreading his five fingers, disturbing its destiny.

The Black Snake has no intelligence, so its fate is more easily disturbed.

After biting the tail, it followed the tail and began to swallow it, swallowing itself into its abdomen from back to front.

Ning Changjiu looked at Shao Xiaoli who was out of breath, smiled and said: "Your play is not over yet. There is a big scene that many people are looking forward to."

Speaking, Ning Changjiu drew the sword from his waist, flicked his finger, and the sword hovered in front of Shao Xiaoli.

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the blade and nodded vigorously.

Ning Changjiu said: "You don't have to think about Lianxiangxiyu."

Shao Xiaoli smiled and said: "Of course."

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the sword steadily, and the sword rose in the air, sending her to a high place, facing the commander on the cross frame.

At the same time, behind Ning Changjiu, mechanical monotonous words sounded:

"Deception, Lord Sin, is a capital crime."

Ning Changjiu sighed, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

That is the guilty lord that Kuroba has transformed into.

Of course, it is impossible for this piece of black feather to kill him now, but he also can't do much.

Ye Chuan is now too far away from himself, and the weak law of fate is almost impossible to take effect on Black Feather. Ning Changjiu casually grabbed the black sword hanging on the cross, and held it in his hand. With a raging fire, the young man held a sword and collided with the black feather of the sinner in the air.

Shao Xiaoli looked at Si Ming and smiled: "Master Si Ming, we meet again."

Si Ming's eyes were as bright as snow, and her complexion was as frosty, and her silver hair rooted like ice silk was chilling. She subconsciously made two blows, but she couldn't get off the cross.

"What do you want to do?" Si Ming looked at Shao Xiaoli and frowned.

She has lived for thousands of years. She is a priest under one person in the kingdom of God. She has an immortal face that utterly overwhelms the world. But at this moment, a teenage girl dares to hover in front of her with a sword and holding a long whip. She smiled and looked at herself while she couldn't move on the torture frame.

For her in the past, this was unimaginable anyway.

Shao Xiaoli stepped on the sword and came to her.

Si Ming is now weak, and the radiated spiritual power is more than enough to deal with the rotten vegetable leaves of ordinary people, but it is far from enough to deal with Shao Xiaoli, who is now a master of swordsmanship.

Shao Xiaoli's juicy hand gently stroked her silver hair, then pulled down along the soft long hair, and touched Si Ming's cheek with the back of her finger, as if it were away.

"Master Siming really gave birth to an upside-down face." Shao Xiaoli smiled and opened her mouth, picking up the hair around her ears, gently pinching her earlobes, and playing with her fingers.

Si Ming’s cheeks and earlobes are slightly itchy, even if she is now controlled by this, she still can’t change her arrogance: "Take your hand away!"

Shao Xiaoli removed his hand obediently, then raised it high.

Si Ming showed a look of panic.

Slap! ! !

The next moment, the raised hand suddenly fell, Si Ming's cheek was deflected, and then, the hot pain was uploaded on his face, like countless small needles piercing, even the ear cavity was buzzing There was a low cry.

On those snow-white cheeks, there was a bright red palm print.

Siming's eyes showed a violent killing intent, and her anger rose and fell with the proud chest, but these anger can only accumulate in her heart, and at this moment she even has no room to fight back.

Shao Xiaoli squeezed her chin, looked at the half of Hongxia's face, then turned her cheek to the other side, and raised her left hand high.

Slap!

Another clear applause.

Shao Xiaoli has been practicing how to slap her face in the past two days. She has already slapped the air tens of thousands of times. Now that she has fulfilled her long-cherished wish, she finally slaps her innocent slap on her face.

Si Ming snorted, his lips tightened, his body trembling with anger. She knew that Shao Xiaoli was taking revenge for that night.

Shao Xiaoli looked at her face and said: "Master Siming, what shame do you think of, why do you blush like this?"

Siming’s silver hair danced wildly, she stared at Shao Xiaoli, and said coldly: "You abolished such a big Zhou Zhang, do you just want to humiliate me like this? Isn't this too trivial?" /

Shao Xiaoli pointed down and said: "The people in the city are watching. This is a child's play, it is clearly your drama, right, the priest?"

Hearing this name, Si Ming's heart moved, and he wanted to speak, but he saw Shao Xiaoli stretch his hand directly behind her neck.

Shao Xiaoli squeezed his hands together, and held the soft silver hair of Si Ming's head in his palms.

The girl grabbed her hair, pulled it up, looked down at her icy face, raised her hand again.

Slap! Snapped! Slap...

One by one slapped her left cheek like a gust of wind, Si Ming turned her head to the side, and the pain on her left cheek came from her heart. Together with her, it was a heart-wrenching humiliation. She was a mystery. And the powerful priest, the goddess who is in charge of the destiny of the city, has ever suffered such humiliation?

The higher the fall, the more miserable she fell. Now her divinity is eaten away, and the weakness of her human nature is more exposed to her hidden fragility. How noble she used to be, how humble she is now.

Her self-esteem and pride collapsed under the palm of the seventeen-year-old girl, shattered, and turned into terrible hatred and anger.

Under the castle tower, there was a faint cry of a good fight.

Everyone saw it.

"Enough!" Si Ming couldn't bear it, and screamed: "What are you going to do? Tell me your terms!"

"Do you know the compromise now?" Shao Xiaoli slapped her face again.

The girl vibrated the whip in her hand and looked at Si Ming's slightly red and swollen left cheek. The white cheek was already red in the last class.

Shao Xiaoli squeezed her chin, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "I want you to make a blood contract to become the boss's humble servant, always obey his orders, chase him as his lifelong faith, and offer you His body and soul, be bulls and horses, beat and scold, treat punishment as a reward, and admonishment as grace, and feel honored for it. Is it okay?"

Siming listened to her words, and scenes of extremely humiliating scenes appeared in his mind, and the killing intent that appeared in the depths of his eyes seemed to be turned into a real sword to slash the person in front of him.

She gritted her teeth and squeezed out her red lips with resentment: "You are dreaming, even if I die..."

Shao Xiaoli raised his whip and interrupted her with a smile: "The boss said, if you don’t agree, you will fight until you take it. This scene has just begun. Xiaoli will take care of Master Siming. ."

The sky is getting darker.

She was supposed to be the king of the night, but now in her night, she is about to usher in an unprecedented humiliation.

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