Chapter 217： Persecution (1/2)

”Burn the sorceress forever!” The elder with a sharp-mouthed monkey chewed a hoarse throat and shouted a slogan. The sound sounded like a broken textile machine, crunching, and it was about to break.

”Burn the sorceress forever!” The villagers quickly followed the words of the elder.

Bai Yan sat in the ox cart and quietly looked at the angry crowd around her. She knew that no matter how much at this moment, she was powerless and pale.

An elder with a sharp-billed monkey cheek next to her caught her attention. The elder had been telling her crimes along the way and stood on the moral high ground to try her. She rubbed her eyebrows. The old man was so noisy that he had never seen such a shameless person.

The villagers held torches and told the wizard's crimes these days. Bai Ai listened silently. She was more worried about Xiao Bai's safety than the demon prince did.

I can only tell myself in my heart that Xiaobai is a monster and ordinary people can't help him. But not afraid of 10,000, just in case, she will not know what happened to the Demon Prince.

There was a trace of exhaustion on Bai Xi's beautiful face, a faint shadow under her eyes, and her eyes were full of sorrow. The snow-white clothes were torn by the villagers, and the blood marks on the wrists exuded blood and dripped on the white clothes, like the blood-red plum blossoms in the purest white snow, like a torn ragdoll, Eyes are dumb, and there is a charming beauty.

”Today I must come to maintain justice. This maiden's accomplice killed dozens of villagers in our village. So many lives died in the hands of this witchcraft. This sorceress is certainly not a good thing. She pretended to be friendly to us, for the sake of ... ”The elder kept making his false remarks.

Or the elder monkey gill, the frequency of his appearance is too high, it is difficult for Bai Ye to not pay attention to him, at any time it is the elder who controls the direction of the villagers' public opinion. If the guess is correct, it will cause It was probably his idea that everyone would burn her.

A woman got out of the crowd. The look was sad, and the long, neatly curled hair that had been combed before now became messy hair clinging to the face. The redness and swollen eyes were covered with red blood, but the anger in the eyes did not fade away. Intensified.

The woman rushed out of the crowd, didn't stand firmly, and a slap fell to the ground. The crowd around them gradually quieted, just holding a torch and looking at her in anger. The woman pointed at Bai Ao and said, ”You witch, you know my sacrifice died in your hands, pity me. I will be widow at a young age, my Arang.” There was another weeping sound. .

”Yeah, my son died in the hands of witchcraft, and you returned my son ... my son ... why are you suffering so hard?”

Some old and weak women hugged together, telling each other resentment against her and all the damaging things she did, but she never did those things.

This account, she remembered, she had better be burned to death by these villagers alive, otherwise let the demon prince know what the five horses are.

The elder hurriedly commanded: ”Don't patronize and cry, the witch won't get rid of, there must be more villagers dying in her hands, think about your loved ones, think about your dead companions, what are you waiting for?”