Four Hundred and Seventieth IX Bad Woman
a week later.
In the room, Yun Ci changed into a dress, the long skirt outlined her graceful figure, her hair was pulled up, and she wore a bright crown on her head.
The person in the mirror is wearing a gorgeous black dress. The face covered by the veil is looming, only the cold brows are exposed, the eyes hide a sharp aura, the proud head is raised, the swan neck is white and slender, at this moment, really Like a domineering queen.
Nineteen villas are not far from Zhaoguo, after a two-hour drive, they finally arrived in Zhaoguo.
Zhaoguo Guodu Street was filled with dark crowds on both sides. A float was slowly moving forward along the street. Yun Ci was standing on the float, with his hands on the railing, in a gesture of disdain for all beings, shrouded in the sun, The crown on her head shines brightly.
In such a grand ceremony, there was no smile on the faces of the crowd. As citizens of Zhao Kingdom, they looked at the woman on the float with only anger and hatred in their eyes.
Guards were arranged in front of the float to take pictures, preparing to record this illusion, make it public, and continue to deceive the outside world.
Seemingly unsatisfied with the filming, the guard walked up to several Zhao people and said viciously, "All of you, make me laugh!"
The faces of those Zhao people were always tense.
The guard pulled out a gun in an instant, pointed at their foreheads and threatened: "If you don't laugh again, I will kill you!"
They were still indifferent, as if their souls had been taken away, only the hatred in their eyes was about to burst out of their sockets.
Yun Ci stood on the float, looking at the countless resentful gazes in the crowd. For a moment, she seemed to be standing on the trial platform, becoming a heinous criminal, accepting the judgment from the world, and her body was pierced by countless sharp blades. Every inch was late.
She never cared about the eyes from others, whether it was one person or ten people.
But this was the first time that under the gaze of everyone, he felt so stiff that he couldn't even stand up, so he could only support himself firmly on the railing with his hands.
Those eyes of hatred and sorrow from the people of Zhao Kingdom made people dare not even take a second look.
"Bad woman!"
Suddenly, a childish voice came from the crowd.
Looking back, there was a four or five-year-old boy who was pointing at the cloud speech on the float with his little finger, angrily cursing: "You are not our king, you are a villain, you want to kill us, you took it away!" brother and sister!"
As he spoke, he suddenly bent down to pick up a stone, and smashed it hard at Yun Ci on the float.
Yun Ci didn't dodge, watching the stone fly across the air, flying towards her, and hit her forehead heavily, in an instant, a stream of blood oozed from the wound, flowing down her eyebrows, Dye the veil red.
The guard quickly drew out his gun and pointed it at the little boy. Yun Ci's pupils shook, and before he could make a sound to stop him, he heard a loud bang, the bullet flew out, the little boy was shot in the forehead, and his body fell backwards.
"Ah—" A woman rushed out suddenly, hugged the little boy tightly in her arms, and cried out in grief.
The gunshot sounded like a fuse was ignited, and the crowd on both sides of the street exploded in an instant. Everyone rushed out in a swarm and blocked the float, forming a wall of flesh. Then, they picked up stones, branches, or other things. The messy things smashed hard at Yun Ci on the float.
Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, Yunci let those things hit his body, he felt dull pain after wave, the crown was smashed off, the hair was pouring down, messed up in the wind, and the long skirt was scratched several times by the stone The mouth of the road became a little tattered.