Chapter 216 Blood Race and Saintess

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Lucy, on the other hand, became the only candidate for a saint.

Seeing this, Qin Wansha finally understood where she was now and where the sharp pain in her throat came from.

This kind of choir in the selection of the holy place is very sacred, and it must be in front of all the people who come to worship. A mistake in one syllable may anger the gods, not to mention that Anna can't pronounce it at all. Voices and messy harmonies were sung.

And then, obviously, what awaited her was a gallows.

And Miss Lucy, the daughter of destiny, soared into the sky and became a saint under one person and above ten thousand people.

Later, at the succession ceremony, she met the love of her life, a handsome emperor.

At this time, the blood clan asked for the emperor's blood. In order to protect her lover and break away from the control of the blood clan, Lucy betrayed the blood clan to the Pope.

The Holy See successfully cooperated with Lucy and killed the blood race.

And Lucy also returned to freedom, and because she was the one who inserted the mahogany nail into the heart of the blood race, she made great contributions and was regarded by the Pope as her successor.

In the end, the handsome emperor married the saint who was supposed to be chaste forever in the name of God's agent. The combination of the two was the unity of theocracy and imperial power, and won the support and praise of the whole country.

After reading the information of this world, Qin Wansha laughed lightly, and made a dry rubbing sound from her throat, which seemed very unpleasant.

The so-called seeing through the face of the Holy See and the royal family, but eventually became the representative of imperial power and theocracy, enjoying the offerings provided by the lower class people, but did not change the lives of the lower class people, Qin Wansha didn't feel that the daughter of destiny in this world is any better .

Hearing the discomfort in Qin Wansha's throat, there was a sound of chains next to her, followed by a worried young man's voice: "Your Excellency, is your throat hurting again?"

Qin Wansha turned her head and glanced at the young man in cloth armor and manacled beside her. This was the original knight of her body—Mike.

Shaking her head at the worried knight, Qin Wansha immediately assumed the posture of a saint, and looked around the crying choir members with compassion.

Mike is also one of tomorrow's death row prisoners, but he is still clumsily comforting Qin Wansha: "Your Excellency, please don't be sad."

Qin Wansha was thinking of a solution to the current situation. It is not impossible to escape directly, but in this way, she will be convicted of blasphemy, and even the imprisoned people in the room will have to bear more burdens. much guilt.

The best way is to beat back Lucy's conspiracy head on. As for how to fight, Qin Wansha soon had an idea.

Lowering her head, Qin Wansha gently hummed a small tune with a nasal voice, the syllables were gentle and comfortable, which made the people who were crying gradually quiet down.

Being able to be selected as a choir, everyone here has some attainments in music. Soon, when Qin Wansha hummed the second bar, everyone slowly found their own harmony parts and tentatively sang along.

The song Qin Wansha hummed was a hymn about the God of Light’s love for the world, and it was also one of the most popular hymns. Even Mike, who is a knight, could sing along.

After singing a song, Qin Wansha smiled and sat on the ground hugging her knees, and the atmosphere in the entire cell had changed.

A laborer who heard the movement inside came over, knocked on the door twice, and scolded: "What are you singing! A group of blasphemers, wait for the gallows tomorrow, I'm shit!"

The words of labor made people in other cells laugh out loud, but Qin Wansha stood up at this moment.

Regardless of Mike's obstruction, she walked slowly to the door of the cell, and Qin Wansha looked at the laborer with determination and disapproval in her eyes.

At this time, Qin Wansha was still wearing the long snow-white dress prepared for singing hymns. As she was walking, the long skirt was naturally dragged behind, and the moonlight poured down from the sky above the aisle, just on Qin Wansha's body, illuminating the road under her feet, and at the same time It also reflected Qin Wansha's bright silver hair and that long white dress, as if she was covered with a layer of holy light.

Her hair turned gray overnight, and no one noticed it just now in the dark. Anna's original beautiful platinum hair color disappeared, but coupled with her original porcelain white and delicate face, and Qin Wansha's deliberate expression, the whole person looked more holy.

Even through a prison door, Lao Gong's heart was shocked.

With this appearance, it was as if a holy goddess had descended into the world. The laborer didn't dare to think too much, so he immediately shut up, put away his attitude just now, and left in a panic.

At this time, Qin Wansha turned around slowly, with the light behind her back, and smiled slowly under the obsessive gaze of the choir members.

Although Qin Wansha's expression was not clear at all, there was only one word in everyone's mind at this moment - God bless the world.

What Qin Wansha wanted was such an effect. When she sat down again, the restless and desperate atmosphere in the cell changed completely, and some people began to pray to Qin Wansha.

Mike looked at Qin Wansha with pious and respectful eyes. At this time, Qin Wansha picked up a wooden stick next to her, and wrote on the dust on the ground: Let us sing "Ode" again.

Everyone panicked.

Early the next morning, the soldiers responsible for escorting the blasphemers to the gallows came to escort them.

The laborer last night deliberately took over the job of roasting Qin Wansha, and carefully put shackles on Qin Wansha's wrists, for fear of hurting Qin Wansha's hands. If it wasn't for the limited time, the laborer would probably find a cotton cloth to wrap around Qin Wansha on the shackles.

The soldiers who were supposed to bind Qin Wansha in shackles looked at Qin Wansha's hair color in disgust. In fact, all the soldiers who saw Qin Wansha felt disgusted with her in their hearts: Look, the end of the blasphemer, even the light All hair color was taken away.

She glanced at the labor labor gratefully, and immediately, Qin Wansha was roughly dragged away by other soldiers.

The laborer wanted to say something, hesitated for a moment, and respectfully bowed to Qin Wansha's back, which drew ridicule from other soldiers.

In a country where theocracy is extremely popular, the blasphemous behavior of the choir and Anna aroused considerable anger. People from door to door all came out early, holding prepared rotten eggs and bad leaves, ready to throw them at any time. Those blasphemers.

Normally, under such circumstances, the escorting soldiers would not care about it, and it was the same this time.

However, starting from the cell, starting with Qin Wansha, everyone began to hum the hymn they sang during worship.

One song after another, as if tireless, singing the praises of the holy and merciful God.

The melodious and holy singing, on the contrary, aroused even more dissatisfaction among the people on both sides of the road, who cursed loudly: "Shut up! You blasphemers, you are not qualified to sing hymns!"

"Look! That blasphemer's hair has changed! That's proof she made a deal with the devil!"

"It's too late to apologize now! Go to hell, blasphemer!"