Cheng Qianxun became anxious and quickly ran to the judge lying on the bed and said loudly: "The elixir of life, and the rejuvenation medicine..."
"Medicine, need, medicine..."
The judge coughed violently and spoke intermittently.
The recording officer is also anxious, when will this situation end?
He usually just pretends to be there with a pen, and when he has time, he prepares more written notes, and then asks those witches to sign them.
He doesn't write as hard as he does now.
He also ran to the judge and stood on the other side of the bed: "Hurry up and declare her a witch, hurry up."
"Ahem, she is immortal... rejuvenated... ahem..."
The judge was too old.
He got excited, rolled his eyes, "poof", lay down on his back, rolled his eyes and died.
The unexpected surprise made the people standing on both sides of the bed stare.
Then Cheng Qianxun saw the recording officer bend down, put his ear close to the ear of the judge who had expired, and pretended to say: "Oh, okay, okay."
He straightened up and declared with dignity: "Your honor has found her guilty, and now I declare it on your behalf.
I declare you guilty in the name of God."
Cheng Qianxun is really angry and funny.
He can use such tricks.
It’s so funny.
The recorder said: "According to the regulations of the church and the King of Bavaria, you will be hanged tomorrow, and then your body will be burned.
May God forgive you."
Cheng Qianxun turned his head and looked at the judge who was rolling his eyes on the bed: "He is already dead.
If he can still convict me, I have to wait until the next new judge comes."
The recorder glared and held it in for a long time before saying: "That was announced before his death.
You, a hateful witch, cursed the judge to death with witchcraft.
You will be charged with one more crime."
The monk seemed a little reluctant to part with some magic, so he said: "How about letting her try the Midas touch.
We can also get more evidence of guilt."
"Father," the recorder was finally able to stay awake.
Perhaps he had written too much in the past two days, and the pain in his wrist made him unbearable.
So he walked to the monk and whispered, "Do you also believe what she said?"
Is that nonsense?
After she is hanged, that castle will belong to the church."
Driven by profit, the monks could only give up the illusory Midas touch.
Expressed silence.
The record officer went to the side and randomly took out a piece of parchment from the record and put it on the table: "The witch came over to sign and seal."
Cheng Qianxun could only walk over and heard the recording officer say: "If you can't write, just make a cross."
"Just like Joan of Arc before she was burned to death."
Cheng Qianxun sneered.
She picked up the quill and signed her Chinese name on it.
Then he put the quill pen on the table: "I can read characters.
Do you recognize this font?
In the future, 1.3 billion or more people will use this kind of characters."
The recorder looked at the three words on the confession, and then screamed after a while: "It is indeed a witch.
The words of pagans and the words of the devil."
Whatever, she's already a witch anyway.
Cheng Qianxun said to the monk: "All the property belongs to the church, please let me eat enough before I die.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
I want to add a lunch and eat fresh meat.
Don't give me black bread.
Give me enough."
Boiled potatoes and butter.
I’d also like a glass of milk or goat’s milk.
Any boiled eggs or poached eggs?”
Seeing them rolling their eyes at him, Cheng Qianxun said seriously and sacredly: "If God has mercy on my soul, I will go to heaven to tell him at the last moment.
You touched me with your kindest sincerity, and you are worthy of being kind."
Servants of God.
If I go to hell and see Satan again, I will ask them not to send witches and devils to curse you.
It’s worth it for a soul.”
No wonder people in some areas immediately expressed their willingness to follow the person who gave the food after receiving it.
Now she would be willing to sell her soul if she had a piece of deliciously fried steak.
Lunch came, and a full plate was placed on the floor.
The person at the door said angrily: "Eat, witch, you eat better than the regional bishop."
Sure enough, it was the food she needed.
Cheng Qianxun walked over, picked up the plate, and shouted at the closed door: "I am the Wicked Witch of the East, and I can say nothing but the Cardinal of the Devil."
At least there was food, and those women might have been hungry for several days.
As long as they didn't starve to death before being burned at the stake, they obviously wouldn't be given food.
He sat on the bed with the plate in his hands, had a delicious meal, threw the plate away, lay down on the bed where the person had just died, and fell asleep.
In fact, it was very tiring to talk so much, and I slept until dusk in the dark, until the door opened again and a large plate of food was placed on the floor.
After eating, I was still a little afraid of the execution tomorrow.
I really don’t know if Sneijder and the others plan to save her.
Maybe we shouldn't save her.
After she dies, the quota will be full, and then everyone left will be able to qualify.
Thinking of that bastard boy Jeffrey, he became angry again, and this time he got his wish.
Forget it, I didn't want to think about it.
Cheng Qianxun finished the last bite, put the plate aside, wiped his mouth and went back to sleep.
I don’t know if I will gain weight here.
If I eat and sleep like this, and sleep and eat again, I will become as fat as a pig in a few days.
Even if you can't sleep, go to sleep, otherwise you will scare yourself when you are awake.
It was daybreak when a glass of milk, four boiled potatoes, and a pat of butter were placed on the ground by the door.
Cheng Qianxun picked up the plate, sat on the bed and started eating.
The monk came in with someone: "Are you ready?"
"Well, not yet."
Cheng Qianxun ate slowly: "For the sake of God, even if God doesn't want to care, for the sake of the devil or such a big manor, let me finish the last meal.
Okay?"
The monk rolled his eyes and said, "Eat as soon as possible.
I'll give you ten minutes."
Then he went out and closed the door.
The potatoes are so big, one weighs half a catty.
Really unable to eat any more, Cheng Qianxun put the last potato in his pocket.
Even if you can't eat it, you have to take it away.
You would rather burn it with her in the fire than stay here.
The door opened again, and the monk and others stood at the door.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Cheng Qianxun jumped out of bed: "Are you going to leave?
Then let's go."
There are four executioners with short swords behind him, and there are monks and recorders in front.
It is difficult to escape based on personal ability.
When they reached the door of the church, another woman was pushed out.
She was the woman who took off her clothes to check the mark of the devil on her body.
She was wearing the same coarse cloth robe as the old woman, a material that looked more like a shroud.
With disheveled hair, red and swollen eyes, and bare feet, it was obvious that he had suffered a lot.
"Apparently you're in company," the recorder said in what he thought was humor.
"Yes, it's boring to be alone."
Cheng Qianxun took out the potatoes from his pocket and handed them to the poor woman.
She was still so young, only about seventeen or eighteen years old: "Are you hungry?
Eat it."
The woman hesitated for a moment, then took it and stuffed it into her mouth without fear of choking.
Sure enough, he hadn't eaten yet, and he might have been hungry several times.
"Who told you to eat?"
an executioner yelled and was about to step forward.
Cheng Qianxun became angry and immediately raised his arms to stop him.
He smiled like a monk and said with false hypocrisy: "Oh, my child, both God and Satan allowed her to eat something before she died.
In this way, she When you go to heaven and stand before God to be judged, you won’t be so hungry that you can’t even speak.”
The executioner stared, and Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows: "Don't you believe me, the Wicked Witch of the East, who can lead devils and angels to fight?
I am also Satan's lover and devil's spokesperson.
Believe it or not, I have attracted The sky fire will burn you to death first, so you should respect the living beings.
No matter whether you are evil or not, mortals like you cannot afford it."
The executioner is obviously an ignorant religious believer, but in order to save his life, as long as he doesn't sell his soul, it doesn't matter.
What's more, we are almost out of potatoes, and we have to rush to the execution ground.
As we move forward, there are more and more villagers.
Cheng Qianxun saw one of the village women reaching into the basket on her arm and immediately said fiercely: "If you dare to throw anything, believe it or not, I will immediately turn you into a witch and hang you with me."
The village woman trembled with fright and stretched out her hand.
"Bring the basket," Cheng Qianxun pointed at the basket: "Otherwise, I won't curse you."
The village woman was so frightened that she dropped her basket and ran away.
Cheng Qianxun stopped and looked at the executioner next to him: "Hey, help me get the basket, otherwise I will get it myself."
In order to rush on his way as quickly as possible and calm down the trouble, the monk impatiently said: "Go, go and get it."
The executioner had no choice but to get it.
After taking it, Cheng Qianxun took a look and saw that there were tomatoes inside, red and ripe.
So he reached out and took two, one ate it himself, and the other handed it to the young "witch" beside him: "Eat it."
The woman was obviously very hungry, and after taking it, she ate it voraciously.
It was really sad to see her starving like this.
The executioner thought he might be able to eat the remaining tomatoes when he went home, so he took them with him.
The execution ground was set up on a small stone bridge that was only about ten meters long.
Walking to the center of the bridge, the recorder began to read aloud the various crimes that had been tortured to extract confessions.
Cheng Qianxun was chewing tomatoes and listening while eating.
When he saw that the woman had finished eating, he thought to himself and grabbed another one from the basket in his hand and gave it to the woman next to him: "Eat it, anyway.
I’m going to die, eat more.”
The woman started eating while crying, crying like a tearful person.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Five hundred years later, before she reached adulthood, she was now to be hanged and burned.
She was not wrong at all, but she still had to die.
What kind of world is this?
There were obviously a lot of crimes.
After eating the tomato in my hand, I read for a while before finishing.
After the recorder loudly said something about God's forgiveness of their souls, he finally said: "Execution" "No, no..."
The poor little girl had her arms tied behind her back and a thick rope around her neck even though she struggled.
Cheng Qianxun, however, cooperated very well and remained still, tying them up casually.
"Ah" with a shrill scream, the first young witch was thrown alive from the bridge, and the rope was tightly held in the hands of the three executioners.
Then the screams stopped as she was hung in the air, and the sound of "creaking" the rope was slightly tightened due to its elasticity was heard.
"It's your turn, Wicked Witch of the East."
After the executioner eliminated one of them, he walked towards her with a ferocious expression
.
: