On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

The third day after the fall of Blackrock City.

The sporadic resistance in the city had been completely wiped out, and the strong smell of blood and burnt food filled the air, which could be clearly heard even in the central army camp three miles away.

The clamor of the barbarians in the past has long been replaced by dead silence. Only the cries of crows and the faint cries on the wind tell of the catastrophe that this city has experienced.

However, at the forefront of this land of death, a temporary but extremely tall and magnificent execution platform stood majestically on a relatively flat open area outside the east gate of Black Stone Cave.

This platform was built with thick logs and black boulders, and was about three meters high. The top of the platform was covered with a thick black carpet and decorated with golden phoenix patterns. It overlooked the huge open space below that had been cleared to serve as an execution ground.

At this moment, it is almost noon and the sun is shining brightly in the sky, but it cannot dispel the bone-chilling cold.

On the execution platform, an unusually large gilded phoenix chair covered with a complete black fox skin and carved with a pattern of hundreds of phoenixes facing the sun was placed in the center of the top of the platform.

Murong Yan was lazily reclining on the phoenix chair, wearing the extremely gorgeous, dreamy, and light black and gold Su Jin cotton nightgown - the Divine Phoenix Descent Dress, which formed a hellish contrast with the bloody scene that was about to happen.

Even on the battlefield and experiencing the smoke of siege, this nightgown still maintains its amazing luxury.

The extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbs the scorching light under the scorching sun, presenting an abyss-like ink color. The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it flow with dazzling and cold dark golden waves under the strong light. It is mysterious and noble, forming a thrilling contrast with the land below the stage that is about to be soaked in blood.

On top of the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", the overwhelming giant phoenix is ​​embroidered with only red gold thread. It seems to be burning under the scorching sun, with layered phoenix feathers, blazing like lava, and its noble majesty reveals an all-consuming murderous aura!

The black diamonds in her phoenix eyes shone in the strong sunlight, a sharp, cold light that made one afraid to look directly at her. Her wide, light, trumpet-shaped sleeves draped over the edge of the chair, the gold tassels at the cuffs unmoving. And the translucent black jade ring on her left thumb shone with a cold luster in the sunlight.

The five-meter-long tail of the Su Jin did not shrink at all, but dragged directly down the high steps of the execution platform and spread out on the muddy ground leading to the execution ground, which was compacted by countless footprints!

The extremely luxurious tail came into contact with the dirty land, and the gems inlaid on it stubbornly reflected the light of the scorching sun, like a dark golden river of judgment falling from the sky, coldly flowing over the land that was about to turn into a Shura field.

Murong Yan had a stunning appearance, but her expression was one of indifference, almost lazy. She squinted her eyes slightly, as if enjoying the afternoon sun, and didn't care about the tragedy that was about to begin.

And right beside her, on the large phoenix chair, Lin Zhen was sitting stiffly.

He was still wearing light black armor, with the injured shoulder wrapped in white cloth. His face was pale to the point of being transparent, his thin lips were tightly pursed, his eyes were lowered, and his hands on his knees were unconsciously clenched into fists, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Murong Yan did not lean completely on him, but the distance between them was very close. One of her flared sleeves was even vaguely draped over his arm armor, forming a possessive gesture.

Below the stage, in that huge open space, there were thousands of captured barbarian prisoners kneeling in a black mass!

There were men, women, young and old, all in tattered clothes, covered in blood, tied up with ropes, shivering like lambs to be slaughtered under the scorching sun and extreme fear, and their low sobs and desperate groans merged into a heart-pounding sound wave.

All around them were densely packed Daqian elite soldiers, their swords and armor gleaming, their faces stern. Spears and halberds like a forest, gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Further away lay the shattered walls of Black Stone Cave, and the countless corpses of barbarian soldiers hanged on them, swaying gently in the wind.

On one side of the execution ground, all kinds of execution instruments were available: huge guillotines, red-hot irons, racks with barbed hooks, and dozens of large pots boiling with hot oil and emitting a pungent smell. The air was filled with the smell of death.

An officer trotted up to the execution platform, knelt, and reported in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, everything is ready. There are over 3,700 prisoners. Please give your instructions, Your Majesty."

Murong Yan didn't even raise her eyelids. She just tapped the armrest of the phoenix chair with the fingertips wearing the black jade ring. Her voice was lazy and clear: "Let's start."

Three simple words, but like the death knell of hell!

The executioner crawled back.

Soon, extremely shrill screams broke out from the execution ground!

The massacre has begun!

The executions were not chaotic, but carried out in an orderly and extremely cruel manner. The first group to be pulled out were all the identified Red Flame tribe leaders, wizards, and warriors among the captives.

They were forced under the guillotine, the knife flashed, heads rolled off, headless bodies were kicked away at will, and blood instantly dyed the ground red.

Next came the barbarians who had fought stubbornly during the siege. They were tied to the rack and subjected to the torture of slow slicing. The executioners skillfully cut off their flesh and blood piece by piece. The screams were continuous and disgusting.

Murong Yan watched quietly, her face expressionless, even a faint, almost amused smile at the corner of her mouth. Occasionally, she would pick up a glass of iced wine on the low table next to her and take a sip, as if she were enjoying a wonderful play.

Lin Zhen's body was as stiff as iron. He tried his best to control himself from looking at the bloody scene, but the shrill screams and the strong smell of blood assaulted his senses in every way.

His face grew paler, his breathing became rapid, and his clenched fists trembled slightly. He could clearly feel Murong Yan's calm, even slightly comfortable aura beside him, which made him feel a chill running through his bones.

Murong Yan seemed to notice something was wrong with him. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes fixed on Lin Zhen's pale face and tightly pursed lips, a hint of subtle amusement flashing in her eyes.

"Why?" she asked softly, her voice husky and lazy, which sounded particularly strange against the hellish background noise. "Do you think it's cruel?"

Lin Zhen was shocked, lowered his eyes even more, and his Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't make any sound.

Murong Yan chuckled softly, her laughter was crisp, but it made Lin Zhen feel creepy.

"To be kind to the enemy," she said slowly, the black jade ring on her finger gently rubbing the armrest, "is to be cruel to yourself."

She turned her gaze back to the execution ground, watching another group of captives being driven towards the boiling cauldrons of hot oil, her voice calm and unwavering: "Did these barbarians ever show any mercy when they slaughtered my people?

When they besieged Zhennan Pass and wanted to starve Wang Jian and thousands of defenders to death, did they ever consider the cruelty of it?

The screams became more and more shrill, and the sizzling sound of boiling hot oil and the smell of burning flesh came with the wind.

Murong Yan seemed not to notice and continued in that calm tone, "I am teaching them a lesson."

She paused, then spoke clearly, word by word, "Those who obey me may not prosper. Those who defy me will perish."

At this moment, an even more outrageous scene occurred on the execution ground!

Some young barbarian children were forcibly taken away from their mothers' arms and thrown into the boiling oil pots while crying!

The screams stopped abruptly, and were replaced by a deeper, heart-wrenching and desperate wail from those mothers!

Lin Zhen's body trembled violently. He suddenly closed his eyes, veins popped out on his forehead, and he almost stood up uncontrollably!

Murong Yan's eyes instantly turned cold. She didn't look at him, but slowly stood up.

As she moved, the five-meter-long Su Jin tail slid along the steps of the execution platform.

She walked to the edge of the stage, overlooking the real hell on earth below, her wide bell sleeves fluttering slightly in the hot wind.

Then, she turned around suddenly!

The action was filled with unquestionable majesty and anger!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin skirt was suddenly lifted up by the swift turn, and the huge dark golden skirt spread out like the wings of an angry phoenix, sweeping across the ground of the execution platform with a swish!

As the hem of the skirt suddenly floated up, it suddenly revealed the gorgeous lining inside. It was made of the same dark black Su brocade as the base, but with more brilliant and dazzling red gold thread, with the ultimate craftsmanship of "weaving gold all over the ground", and was embroidered with hundreds of phoenixes facing the sun, lotus patterns and patterns of longevity and blessings!

The golden phoenix and patterns on the lining suddenly flashed under the scorching sun. The golden light was dazzling and gorgeous to the extreme, as if the golden light of the scorching sun suddenly descended on this sea of ​​corpses and blood, noble, dazzling, and with a ruthless meaning of crushing all mercy!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But Murong Yan's anger was as real as day. She walked back to the phoenix chair, but instead of sitting down, she looked down at Lin Zhen, who still had his eyes tightly closed and his body stiff.

"Open your eyes," she ordered, her voice icy cold.

Lin Zhen's body trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes filled with pain and struggle.

"Watch it." Murong Yan pointed at the bloody scene below the stage and said in an unquestionable voice, "Watch it carefully for me."

"Remember these sounds, remember these images," she said word by word, her voice filled with a cruel tenderness. "Remember the consequences of disobeying me. Remember who you belong to."

After saying that, she actually sat back on the phoenix chair, and this time, she no longer leaned lazily, but slightly turned sideways, leaning most of her body into Lin Zhen's stiff arms!

Her head even rested lightly on his uninjured shoulder!

The hand under the wide flared sleeves naturally rested on his chest, and the black jade ring on the fingertips unconsciously pressed against his cold armor.

This action is full of extreme possession, dependence and a chilling, morbid intimacy that seeks comfort in blood!

Lin Zhen was completely frozen!

He could clearly feel the softness and coolness of her body, and smell the unique cold plum fragrance in her hair, which mixed with the strong smell of blood from the audience, creating an extremely strange feeling.

He could hear her steady breathing, a stark contrast to the pounding of his own heart.

He didn't dare to move, and couldn't move. He could only stiffly endure the embrace and the hellish screams that kept coming to his ears.

Murong Yan seemed satisfied. She even adjusted herself to a more comfortable position, closing her eyes as if listening to some sleep-inducing music. The curve of pleasure at the corner of her mouth became more and more obvious.

The slaughter continued. Cries, screams, pleas for mercy, and the muffled thud of executions intertwined into a bloody elegy.

On the execution platform, the two people hugging each other, one like a sleeping tyrant, the other like a stiff sculpture, formed a horrifying picture that was enough to make anyone's soul tremble.

An unknown amount of time passed. When the sounds from the execution ground gradually faded and the smell of blood became so strong that it almost became tangible, Murong Yan slowly opened her eyes.

She did not stand up immediately, but raised her head and looked at Lin Zhen's pale chin and tightly pursed lips close to her.

She suddenly stretched out her hand and lightly scratched his chin with the tip of her finger wearing the black jade ring.

"Return to camp." She said softly, her tone returning to its lazy state. "I'm tired."

After she finished speaking, she stood up gracefully, wearing her gorgeous and heavy "divine phoenix dress" that seemed to be stained with invisible blood, and walked down the execution platform step by step without even glancing at the sea of ​​blood and corpses below.

Lin Zhen sat alone on the phoenix chair for a long time before he slowly raised his trembling hands and covered his face.

Warm liquid trickled down between my fingers. I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.