Chapter 218 Execution

The messenger in black said, "What is the flower master? So I'm the flower messenger? Should these seven people behind me be called Hua Miaoren? After saying that, he slowly turned his wall-like body.

The beggar thought that he was the only one, but then he found that there was a neat girl in line behind him, with a slender figure and a thousand-mile face, as beautiful as a fairy. The leader, dressed in a large purple-black wooden lotus veil, seemed to turn into a grape juice-like fairy wine, mysterious. Then there are pear white, goose yellow, ice blue, night black, lake green and red gold, all of which are charming women, dreamlike and delicate.

The beggar opened his mouth in shock for so much beauty and forgot to be in danger. Their beauty, compared with those girls in the Central Plains and the capital, is a foreign style, like a wooden lotus blooming in the cool breeze.

"This is the wonderful seven fairies of this execution." The messenger in black still had a cold expression. He was constipated by this small country made of stones. He said coldly to the women, "Let her know you."

They were orderly, bowed their knees and arched their hands, sounded like a warbler, crisp and pleasant, and introduced themselves: "Xuanzi Miaoren", "Pear White Miaoren", "Goosehuang Miaoren", "Ice Blue Miaoren", "Night Dark Miaoren", "Lake Green Miaoren" and "Red Gold Miaoren".

The beggar was stunned by this lineup and said, "There are so many beautiful women here."

A trace of pride and sarcasm flashed in the words of the messenger in black: "If people on the black cliff are born crooked, they will be sent out of the cliff in advance, raised in other places, provide them with food, housing and transportation, and live an ordinary life."

"And such strange benefits?" The beggar said, "Well, that's not bad."

The messenger said coldly, "But their blood flowed with the blood of the black wood cliff, which will always serve this. In addition, what you know is very rare. People who often eat black wood lotus can get rid of all kinds of diseases and protect their faces, making their skin more moist, their eyebrows greener, their lips more red, their hair is brighter, their eyes are brighter, their bones are more charming, and their bodies are slimmer.

The beggar was very worshipful and said, "Then why not introduce it to other places so that people all over the world can enjoy the benefits of black wood lotus? Maybe it can become a famous tourist attraction. Silver tickets are rolling in and lingering.

The messenger hummed: "It is only suitable for growing on the black wood cliff, which is a sacred territory that is not allowed to be explored by outsiders. What's more, although it is healthy and long-lived, improper consumption at every meal will lead to diseases, terminal diseases, and there is no cure. Only the master knows the amount and secret recipe taken. The food here is distributed to every family after being prepared by the imperial dining room.

The beggar has been crazy about it. Does everyone eat royal food? What kind of enviable treatment should this be?

"Then I would like to know how you can tell whether he is ugly or beautiful when a baby is born? Where will you send him to raise him?

"Confidentials cannot be disclosed." The messenger in black said, "Even the ugly people judged will be divided into seven levels, the first is the good-looking, and the seventh is the miserable, which will be sent to all the places you can imagine."

The beggar has surrendered to this powerful and meticulous ruler and asked for a long time, "For example, sending it to a brothel?"

"What you said is true." The messenger in black said, "The brothels are divided into three, five and nine grades, and the best, defective and defective products among the ugly people will also be distributed according to the level."

An idea quickly flashed in the beggar's mind, chained the most intertwined brothel of the whole lonely bamboo dynasty - the deep flowers, that is, Yiyuan. Are there any of their ugly people? Because of doubt, "Since you are ugly, how can you go to the wind and moon place?" The men there are happy on money, and women live on their appearance.

The beggar asked so many words, but the messenger was still not in a hurry, impatient, and not angry: "Even our ugliest people, I'm afraid they are flower kui, clean shepherds and so on in your place. Because Blackwood Cliff has eaten black wood lotus for several generations, it contains a beauty factor in its body.

The beggar was overjoyed and touched his face and said, "I just ate a few cakes. Is there a beauty factor in my body from now on? Will I have a beautiful appearance when I give birth to a child in the future?

The messenger said, "No. The food on Blackwood Cliff is provided in limited quantities, which pays attention to the saving of CD-ROMs, and there will never be any residue left in each meal. What you eat is a sample of ingredients developed by the patriarch, which is highly toxic. When it penetrates into various acupuncture points, the toxicity will attack, causing abdominal distension, acid, anorexia, yellowing, etc., which is becoming more and more serious. Even before you die, you give birth to a child, which is either mentally retarded or extremely ugly.

"Me!" The beggar almost cursed. Thinking that it might be able to cheat the antidote, he finally put up with it and said patiently, "You have a good temper. You are willing to say so much for me."

The messenger was not pleased with this praise. He said lightly, "We have rules here that the executed person has the right to close his eyes before he dies. People who die with endless doubts have too much resentment. We will give him three days and three nights to ask all the questions. He is also wise to ask and be good at asking questions. But if there is no problem for more than half an hour, the execution shall be carried out in advance.

God! Even if you live for a while, can't you even sleep safely? The beggar asked again, "What if the questions are endless and endless?"

"Time is up. If you haven't finished asking, it means that he doesn't cherish time and doesn't seize the opportunity to ask what he wants to ask most. It's okay to die."

The beggar's cold hair is straight. If I had known this, I would have memorized 100,000 reasons. Maybe I can handle it for a while.

The beggar did not dare to stop for too long for fear of being executed in advance and said, "I ate the commemorative sample developed by your ancestors. Should I be executed? Have foreigners who don't understand the rules made mistakes and haven't had a chance to change it?

"This..." The messenger couldn't hold on and said, "We only follow the rules of religion. If you violate the criminal law, you will be executed. And you have committed three violations, one is to steal meals, the second is to destroy the food and cultural heritage, and the third is to break into the Tibetan scriptures.

Food and cultural heritage? Sweat, this hat is too big and there is no way to survive. The beggar asked, "What if you can't answer a question I asked these three days?"

The messenger seemed to say something that had nothing to do with himself: "We are limited to answering questions that are closely related to the black wood cliff, and the rest can be ignored. Related to the black wood cliff, if you can't answer, the person questioned will die together with the executed person. If the executed person is willing to avoid the death of the person questioned, both of them can apply for a suspended sentence or even death.

"There are such strange terms, why didn't you say it earlier?" The beggar is energetic.

The messenger said casually, "What should I say if you don't ask?"

The belly is dark, and the organs are heavy. Fortunately, I asked, otherwise it would still be a bowl of confusion if it was boiled into pulp.

The beggar was born with active thinking and liked to challenge the tricky horns. He secretly vowed to ask the messenger that he was tongue-catching and didn't know why, so he laughed and said, "How did this black wood lotus reproduce and reproduce? Can you vividly elaborate on the process of fertilizing it and making lotus seeds?

The messenger paused slightly.

The beggar forced each other, "Blackwood lotus is your teaching flower. Do you dare to say that it has anything to do with the blackwood cliff?"

It is worthy of being a master of execution with a long history and rapid response. The messenger quickly calmed down and said slowly, "This is just like the incubation process of a woman. Pollen enters a specific pipeline and absorbs and combines with the substances inside to form a new egg, that is, a new individual. When the time is ripe, under suitable conditions, the mother will fall off, germinate and grow, and reproduce.

This... Although the professional terms are not appropriate, what the image is vivid is that I can't understand is stupid.

The science popularization here is too well done. The beggar sighed secretly and had to change the question, but no matter how tricky she was, she was answered by the messenger.

The beggar is getting more and more anxious. This is obviously "the beggar is one foot tall, and the devil is one foot tall".

Finally, the beggar was exhausted and a little dejected, and said, "How are you going to torture me?"

The messenger in black said, "The seven wonderful people, respectively, the underarm Jiquan acupoint, the elbow socket, the knee socket, the lumbo sacrum, the navel, Yinlingquan and Zusanli use the dried petals of the black wood lotus to ignite the fumigation. When the poisonous gas runs to the extreme, I will inject the needle into your Chengshan cave and Fenglong acupoint into the high concentration of blackwood lotus extract. Take things and make you unconsciously walk into the yellow spring.

The beggar said, "It's not painful to die like this. I'm convinced of you, and it's sure that even if you ask again, it won't be difficult for you. You can torture it."

The messenger did not say a word and had no pity. He loosened the mouth of the steel wire fishing net and brought her a soft cushion to let her lie on it. Qi Miaoren guarded her seven big holes, waiting for an order and began to fumigate with the heat brought out by internal force.

"C execution!" The messenger ordered.

The seven acupuncture points softened. Blackwood Cliff? Blackwood lotus? At the same time, the beggar's closed eyes suddenly opened and shouted, "I'll ask one more!" Is Nangong Zhili your leader? Is he the most handsome here? If not, in terms of ugliness, what can it be?

Silence, dead silence.

"Stop!" The messenger's face turned gray and said to the beggar, "If you can tell the name of the master, don't die!" No one dares to order the beauty and ugliness of the patriarch, and I can't answer this question... My life and death have been decided to be in your hands.