Don't abuse the prince, the princess has remarried

Chapter 492 Anyone who sets foot is a sacrifice
In order to prevent the accident from happening again, the village head threw the torch into the rice stalk before the pillar was erected. The sky was dry and everything was dry, and a big fire burst out with a bang, and the fire light reflected the panicked faces of the villagers.

Someone took the lead and threw the torch in his hand.

Then one by one, the villagers stepped forward in an orderly manner, throwing the torches in their hands into it, adding bricks and tiles to the burnt offerings.

Everyone picked up firewood and the flames were high, and the fire burned vigorously.

Gu Qianzhou looked at the raging fire under her feet. It was meaningless to knock down the pillars again. With her bound little hand, she used a strong force to break free from the rope in her hand, and then tried harder to break free from the other hand. hand.

I don't want to just at this moment, a black figure descended from the sky, hugging her body with one hand, and swung a soft sword with the other. The soft sword cut iron like mud, and slashed across the ropes on her body. It slipped off her body like magic.

Jun Mochen picked her up, kicked the pillar hard with his toes, turned around and landed outside the raging fire, and happened to be standing on the Fengtian altar not far away.

The crowd was shocked by the scene in front of them, as if they saw a god descending from the earth, they were dumbfounded for a moment.

Especially the man standing on the high platform, dressed in black, with a handsome face and a dignified demeanor, with a sense of awe and inviolability.

Is this the appearance of a god?
The old woman who was protecting her granddaughter murmured, "I have a miracle!"

As he spoke, leaning on his crutches, he knelt down with a "plop—" and prostrated excitedly, "God has revealed his powers, and may God bless my granddaughter to grow up safely and live a happy life!"

A group of villagers looked at the face of the man reflected by the fire above, descending from the sky, handsome as a god, and knelt down to worship.

"May the gods bless the bean harvest this autumn!"

"Pray to the gods to bless my children with no pain and disaster, and grow up safely."

"May the gods bless my daughter to marry a good man this year."

"Please God bless my family, Amin, this year you will marry a daughter-in-law who will give birth to a good child, and you will have two children in one year."

"Pray to the gods to bless my two pigs to take a long look quickly, so that they can be bought at a good price during the Spring Festival this year."

"..."

All of a sudden, the excited voices of praying came one after another, one after another, as if praying to the gods, everything would come true.

Jun Mochen on the high platform had no time to pay attention to them, he only looked at Gu Qianzhou, saw that she was intact, put his heart back into his stomach, and asked in a low voice, "Is there any injury?"

Gu Qianzhou shook his head, "No."

As he spoke, he blamed, "Why are you here so late?"

Jun Mochen: "..."

She was playful by herself and came to this corner, so it's because he was late?
If Xiujing hadn't pointed out the direction, he might not even be able to find Tianliang.

Forget it, discuss something unreasonable with her, and take her to leave.

The village head finally recovered from the shock, and with a wave of his hand, a group of burly men surrounded the Fengtian altar.

He said in a cold voice, "Everyone who steps on the Fengtian altar is a sacrifice. Come and burn one, come two, and burn a pair. The rules are like this. Don't blame me, my lord."

As he spoke, he looked at the men and shouted, "Start a fire!"

"Yes!"

A group of men responded loudly, and they picked up firewood from all around and threw them into the fire.

Jun Mochen was not in a hurry, and looked somewhere.

The dark guard understood, flew up, grabbed the village chief, and threw him directly onto the altar.

(End of this chapter)