Chapter 4 Execution

Everyone was angry and funny, so even Wu Xie couldn't help laughing. Shaoqiu's father glanced at Wu Xie, with a frightened face and was even more angry. He swung the bamboo pole and slapped seven or eight times on his son's buttocks, but there was a sound, as if he was not hitting the meat. The old man couldn't help but stop in surprise.

Ai Rongwei snorted: "Don't fight. Steal the holy wine, smash the temple, disturb the sacrifice, and hit it a few times?

He strode forward and picked up Shaoqiu's collar. He put his right hand flat on the forehead of Shaoqiu. With a slight force, a blue fog appeared in the palm of his hand and penetrated into Shaoqiu's head. It's strange to say that Shaoqiu suddenly became excited and suddenly widened his eyes.

This teenager is also sixteen or seventeen years old. He is quite thin, but his face is extremely beautiful. His two big eyes are as dark as if they are boundless dark. They are extremely flexible, and his whole body is naive and free. However, at this time, he was held in his hand by Ai Rong, but he was like a weak chicken, shrinking his neck and drooping limbs, which was extremely embarrassed.

He widened his eyes and looked around in surprise. As soon as he saw this, he knew that the east window had happened. He couldn't help muttering, "The good days are over..." He turned his head and caught a glimpse of the three of them. He was even more surprised, "Well, Aisan, why are you here?"

Aissan looked at him with a bitter smile, caught a glimpse of his father's harsh eyes, and lowered his head aggrievedly.

Ai Rongwei snorted, loosened his fingers and threw him down. Shaoqiu staggered and stood up and looked around. Seeing his father holding his bamboo pole as a straw angrily, and Wu Xie's calm and fierce eyes, he couldn't help lowering his head.

Wu Xie kept staring at him, and suddenly smiled, "Shaoqiu, do you like drinking very much?"

"Uh...h-huh." Shaoqiu turned his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that the strict high priest was not angry, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Do you know that this holy wine is used for sacrifice?" Wu Xie said lightly.

"I know." Shaoqiu bowed his head and said dejectedly.

"Do you know you dare to drink secretly? I also drilled a hole in the temple!" Wu Xie suddenly became angry and shouted coldly.

Shaoqiu's father and Shaoqiu's mother trembled and knelt on the ground. Shaoqiu looked back at his father, hesitated for a moment, and finally knelt down and whispered, "Every year, such a good wine... is poured on the ground. I feel very distressed. After all, it was made by the hard work of the people. In order not to waste, just..."

"Hit!" Wu Xie trembled with anger, "Is it a waste to sacrifice to the gods? All things... This day, this earth, this ocean, this sentient beings, all these are given by the gods, including your life! We sacrifice to the gods, but you think it's a waste!"

Shaoqiu didn't dare to speak, blinked his eyes, and was unconvinced.

"Gentleman," Wu Xie said lightly, "According to the clan rules, how should this child be punished for offending the gods?"

"Uh..." Ai Rongwei's expression changed, and he suddenly smiled and said, "The high priest, this child is ignorant. He is just greedy for wine. It's just an excuse for himself. It's not an offense to the gods. Well, but he secretly drank the holy wine, which is indeed a crime. According to the clan rules, he should blame the twenty vine sticks!"

The crowd suddenly remembered the sound of crying, but it was Shaoqiu's father and Shaoqiu's mother knelt on the ground, shrugging their shoulders and crying. Shaoqiu felt uncomfortable. He knelt down for a few steps, pulled his father's head up, and said with a smile, "Father, your son should be so guilty. You don't have to feel heartache. When stealing wine, my son had already thought about this day.

"Bullshit!" Shaoqiu's father was furious, wiped the tears on his face, and shouted, "Do you feel sorry for your father? It's because you did it! Fortunately, Lord Wu Xie and the clan are tolerant, otherwise you won't die!" He was about to fight, but Shaoqiu's head bent over his ear and whispered, "Thank you, Lord Wu Xie, thank her for not killing."

His voice was extremely low, but Ai Rongwei was close, but he heard it clearly. He couldn't help smiling bitterly and said to himself, "It's strange to have such a cunning father without such a son."

Shaoqiu was extremely smart. He immediately turned around and knelt down to Wu Xie and said in a long voice, "The high priest loves the people like a son. Shaoqiu is very grateful. Thank you for your life."

Wu Xiehan's face, thought for a moment and hummed, "Since the clan gentleman said so, let's treat it on the charge of stealing wine!" Elder Kou Zhen, you come to the execution."

An old man with a white beard in the crowd came out, strode forward, lifted Shaoqiu, pressed him on a boulder not far away, and took a rattan stick from other people's hands.

"Shaoqiu--" Ai Sang shouted from afar, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Shaoqiu leaned over the blue stone, smiled mysteriously at her sideways, and lay down comfortably. Ai Sang was puzzled, but he saw that Kou Zhen picked up the rattan stick and pulled it down fiercely towards his buttocks. He pounced and pounced - it was like defeating the leather and bounced the rattan stick high.

Kou Zhen was stunned, shook his head inexprehension, and pulled seven or eight times with a rattan stick. Unexpectedly, he made a muffled sound every time. The sound didn't seem to be pumping on the meat at all. Even the onlookers were stunned.

"Oh, it's strange." Kou Zhen looked at the cane with a suspicious face and reached out to touch Shaoqiu's buttocks. Shaoqiu turned around and said angrily, "You hit me. Why do you touch my buttocks?"

Kou Zhen suddenly laughed, lifted Shaoqiu's lower costume, stretched out his hand and twitched, and unexpectedly pulled out a large piece of dry and hard skin from Shaoqiu's back!

It turned out that this boy knew that there would always be something wrong with stealing wine one day, and he was actually ready. Every time he stole wine and drank, he always had to hide a big skin on his body, that is, he was ready to be beaten. This Haoyi skin is thicker than cowhide. It is a first-class raw material for making armor. The Haoyi is simply a first-class fierce beast that is invulnerable to knives and guns. He is beaten with its skin. Not to mention that Kou Zhen holds a rattan stick or a fish bone blade to look at him, he may not be cut to death for a while.

Everyone opened their mouths and looked at this Hao Yipi, laughing wildly one by one, and even Ai Rongwei and Wu Xie couldn't help laughing. Shaoqiu stared at Kou Zhen and said, "Remember, you have hit eleven sticks. Don't miscalculated."

Kou Zhen's face turned red and he shouted, "Bad boy, if there are still nine times left, can't I break your skin and crack?" Waving his hand and pulling down fiercely, a heartbreaking scream suddenly came from the sky of the witch temple: "Ah--"