The woman in white did not get up.
After merging the fire of life, her old face, which was slightly old, exuded vitality again.
Skin is crystal clear and silky like a waterfall.
But at this moment, her face was full of helplessness.
The two unicorn troops next to her and the two maids were trying to persuade her, but she didn't seem to hear it, and there was a look of persistence in her eyes.
Time flies by.
This time.
Whether it's Ren Wushuang and others, or Zhuge Mingyang, or other unrelated people, they all feel that time flies very slowly.
It was only one morning, but it seemed like decades.
Finally!
Noon is coming!
It is early summer and the weather is not too hot, but many people are already sweating.
People are looking at the central square, gradually quieting down, their hands clasped together unknowingly.
There is a tense atmosphere here.
In fact, many people don't know what they are nervous about?
This is the beheading of Qin Feiyang, what does it have to do with them? Why are you nervous?
But they just felt, breathless, depressed.
Shhh!
Suddenly.
A grey-haired old man descended on the square.
Besides, there is a middle-aged man in golden armor.
As soon as the national teacher appeared, there was a mighty coercion that rushed in all directions!
"Meet the National Teacher!"
Under the shroud of this coercion, the people gathered around the square, as well as the Black Iron Army, were all fearful and bowed down to worship.
"Yes."
The national teacher nodded, then looked at the man in golden armor next to him.
The man in golden armor quickly took out a Taishi chair from the Qiankun bag and placed it on the ground.
The national teacher flicked his sleeves and turned to sit on the Taishi chair.
The man in the golden armor took out the coffee table, teapot, and teacup, and after placing them one by one, began to make tea for the national teacher.
And this man in golden armor is none other than the leader of the Black Iron Army!
"This old **** really enjoys it."
In a restaurant on the south side, a dark-skinned young man in sackcloth stood in front of the window, looking at the national master sitting on the chair of the grand master, with a cold look in his eyes.
It is Lu Zheng.
Shhh! !
Suddenly.
Two people suddenly appeared in the room.
Lu Zheng sensed the breath of the two of them, turned to look at the two of them, and said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Hei, Second Grandpa, why are you only here now?"
"Isn't the execution at noon? What's the hurry?"
The burly man rolled his eyes at him, walked to the window, and asked, "What's the situation now?"
"The little cousin hasn't appeared yet, but…"
Lu Zheng said this, his brows furrowed.
"But what?"
The burly man and the linen old man looked at him suspiciously.
"I had nothing to do yesterday. I went to the surrounding restaurants and found a lot of unfathomable aura."
"I'm wondering if these breaths have anything to do with my little cousin?"
Lu Zheng frowned.
"Unfathomable?"
The burly Dawu and the old man Azabu looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.
"It's hard to tell, you can see for yourself."
Lu Zheng took out a gray stone.
This stone, simple and unadorned, looks like an ordinary pebble at first glance.
But there are extremely complex lines on it, and those lines are like human meridians.
Lu Zheng grasped the gray stone, and a wisp of war slowly poured into the stone.
Now.
An invisible wave overflowed from the gray stone and spread in all directions.
This wave is colorless, odorless, and has no breath, and no one notices it.
Suddenly!
The gray stone trembled slightly.
Following, the lines on the stone showed a faint golden brilliance.
"What?"
"This is the light of the gods…"
The linen old man and the burly man looked at the golden light, and their eyes trembled.
The burly man shook his head and said, "No, this should be the divine light of the national teacher."
But the voice didn't fall.
The gray stone in Lu Zheng's hand trembled again.
"There is more than one god!"
The burly man's pupils contracted, his eyes full of disbelief.
Om!
But it's not over yet.
The gray stone trembled twice.
"Four gods!"
The burly man is wide-eyed, how is this possible?
He looked at Lu Zheng and said, "Is there something wrong with the jade eyes today?"
The corners of Lu Zheng's mouth twitched fiercely, and he rolled his eyes, the burly man, and put away the gray stone.
The linen old man glanced at the crowd outside the window, shook his head and said, "There will be no problem with the jade in the sky."
"Apart from the founding teacher, who are the other three gods?"
"Do we have so many gods in the Qin Empire?"
The burly man was surprised.
"Neither are they gods."
"Analysis of the light emanating from the jade in the eyes of the sky, it should be the same as the national teacher, but a false god."
"But the identity of these people is really confusing."
The linen old man frowned.
Lu Zhengdao: "Second grandpa, these are all small issues, the key is why are they here?"
The linen old man pondered a little and said, "I think it has something to do with Feiyang, otherwise what are they doing here?"
Lu Zheng was taken aback and asked, "So, we don't need to take action today?"
"I guess so!"
The linen old man nodded, but he wasn't sure.
Lu Zheng glanced at the old man Mabu and sighed, "It would be great if this was the case, then there is no need to disturb the boss."
"Yes!"
"He can't stand such a storm now!"
The burly man also nodded in agreement, with a trace of inescapable sadness on his rough face.
"Here it is!"
At this moment, the old man Azabu suddenly looked up over the square, his eyes twinkling.
Lu Zheng and the burly man also immediately stabilized their minds and followed the eyes of the linen old man.
Meanwhile.
People in the nearby restaurants, as well as people around the square, all looked at the void above the square.
The national teacher also looked up, but immediately withdrew his gaze, picked up the tea that the leader of the Black Iron Army made for him, and tasted it for himself.
Shhh!
Under everyone's attention, two figures appeared in the sky above the square.
One of them is the commander of the Qilin Army!
The other person is naturally Qin Feiyang!
But now.
Qin Feiyang's hands and feet were tied with a black iron chain.
The chain can be as thick as a baby's arm, and the black light flashes, exuding an obscure aura.
This is an iron chain made of gravitational iron, which can imprison a person's fighting spirit and strength.
The Qilin Army led Qin Feiyang and landed in the center of the square.
Although he has been locked in the Divine Prison for several days, he has been resting in the ancient castle, so his mental outlook is still the same as usual, and there is no change.
The only difference is that his eyes are colder than before.
He stood in the center of the square, looked around the crowd, shook his head and said, "So many people come to watch, I really look down on me Qin Feiyang."
While drinking tea, the national teacher laughed and said: "Yes, you are the first person who disturbed the entire imperial capital when you beheaded. Don't you feel a lot of face?"
Qin Feiyang turned his head to look at the national teacher, his expression was neither happy nor sad, and he seemed extremely calm.
"Afraid?"
The national teacher looked up at him and asked.
Qin Feiyang smiled and walked towards the national teacher. As he walked step by step, the iron chains on his feet made a rattling sound.
"When death is imminent, you can still be so calm, and this courage alone is enough to make people awe!"
In the Accord where Zhuge Mingyang is located, a young man in white looked at Qin Feiyang with a hint of admiration in his eyes.
"Hmph, it's not calm, it's stubbornness."
Zhuge Mingyang snorted coldly, a strong hatred flashing in his eyes.
"Brother Zhuge, aren't you always calm no matter what happens to you? Why do you look a little anxious now?"
The young man in white was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhuge Mingyang, puzzled.
When the others heard this, they all looked at Zhuge Mingyang suspiciously.
As the young man in white said, when facing Qin Feiyang, Zhuge Mingyang became a little different from before.
To put it mildly, he has lost his usual demeanor.
To put it a bit harsher, Zhuge Mingyang's current behavior has the taste of a villain.
Because of the First Prince?
But that doesn't make sense!
Zhuge Mingyang used to work for the First Prince, but only in service.
Even if the eldest prince was killed by Qin Feiyang, Zhuge Mingyang would have nothing to lose, why should he hate Qin Feiyang so much?
Or, the relationship between Zhuge Mingyang and the First Prince is not as simple as it seems?
But this.
Zhuge Mingyang made no explanation.
On the square.
Qin Feiyang also walked to the side of the national teacher, looked at the indifferent leader of the Black Iron Army, and said lightly: "You shouldn't have forgotten the incident that attacked me in the Forgotten Continent?"
The dark iron army commander's eyes trembled slightly.
Although Qin Feiyang is now a prisoner, although he is stronger than Qin Feiyang, but looking at Qin Feiyang's eyes, he felt a sense of fear uncontrollably.
"It looks like you haven't forgotten."
Qin Feiyang laughed, looked down at the national teacher, and said with a smile: "I haven't dropped any water in the past few days, my mouth is a little dry."
"Let's go!"
"Do you know where you are now?"
The commander of the Dark Iron Army shouted.
The national teacher raised his head, squinted at the commander of the Black Iron Army, and said displeasedly, "Is it your turn to speak?"
"I'm sorry."
The leader of the Dark Iron Army lowered his head quickly.
"You should be careful about the timing of flattery. You can't shoot at all times."
Qin Feiyang glanced at him playfully.
"It makes sense."
The national teacher nodded and smiled, not giving any face to the commander of the Black Iron Army.
Because at the beginning, the failure of the commander of the Black Iron Army to attack Qin Feiyang made him very annoyed.
He looked up at the sky, there was still a little time until noon.
Afterwards, he glanced at the commander of the Black Iron Army and said, "Would you like to pour some tea for His Highness?"
"Yes."
The commander of the Black Iron Army quickly took out another Taishi chair from the Qiankun bag and placed it next to Qin Feiyang.
Next.
He quickly cleaned out a teacup, twisted the teapot, and filled it with tea respectfully.
Qin Feiyang sat down on the Taishi chair, picked up the teacup, and took a sip to his mouth.
The taste of the tea is good, and the mouth is fragrant.
The national teacher asked with a smile: "How is it?"
"Ok."
Qin Feiyang nodded.
"Hehe."
The national teacher smiled slightly and said: "If a person dies, there is nothing left, just like this tea, no matter how good it tastes, there is no chance to taste it again, but if you are alive, then everything has a chance."