As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.
Mrs. Shang held her breath and trembled all over, wishing she could scratch her face.
In fact, she had tried her best to hide her appearance when she entered the city. After living in this prison for a month, it was inevitable that she would be stared at when she took the food.
It was just that the jailers restrained their actions because she was still "material" and not considered "slag". They were afraid of being blamed by the superiors and scolded her for her bad intentions.
Otherwise, her end will be even more miserable.
She was once a rich and well-dressed young lady, the apple of her family's eye, and was regarded as a treasure by her husband, but now she could only linger here. She hated herself for not being able to make up her mind, being reluctant to let go of her appearance, and putting herself in this situation.
Just listen to the purple-clothed monk shouting impatiently: "What are you waiting for? If you don't want to die, pull it out quickly."
After being scolded, the jailer quickly claimed the credit and said, "Sir! It's not that I'm being lazy, it's that I'm too impressed by this young and beautiful lady. It's obvious that she has been holding a beautiful baby with Tianlinggen. Now that the child is missing, it must be Someone is hiding!"
"This is outrageous! A mere refugee dares to play tricks on me and pull him out!" The people around Chunyan tightly blocked Chunyan behind him, while the jailer dragged Mrs. Shang back and forth. After leaving the cell, he took the opportunity to touch Mrs. Shang.
There was a crowd of people waiting, who dared not speak out in anger, and many of them lowered their heads, because everyone knew that in the face of absolute power, even a hundred of them might not be able to withstand the monk's blow.
They can only wait to be slaughtered and cannot resist.
Mrs. Shang just cried silently, didn't scream, and didn't resist anymore. She just looked forward to it, hoping that Chunyan would not be discovered, and hoping that her child would survive.
The monk was furious, but when he saw Mrs. Shang's beauty, he smiled evilly and said, "I didn't expect such a good thing to be hidden in this pigsty. Hey, it's still a wood spirit root, not bad. This little lady If I hadn’t met a good person like me, I would have never known what cultivation is all my life. Hahahahaha.”
The cell leader and jailer nearby laughed with her, and the monk in purple touched Madam Shang's cheek with his hand, intending to do something inappropriate in front of everyone.
Mrs. Shang trembled all over, bit her lower lip, and finally gained infinite courage and hit the ground.
But the mortal's collision was like a child's journey to the cultivator, ridiculous and comical. Her resistance was like a mantis using its arms as a cart, but was stopped by the purple-clothed monk with a gentle wave of his sleeves.
"Young lady, you really don't want to lose face. You have to know that dying in front of me is the most difficult thing. You dare to disturb my mood in public! Bad luck! Today I will let you know what it means to be toasted and not eat, but to be punished with wine!"
Mrs. Shang wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide, but her body was frozen.
Many people turned their heads and couldn't bear to look anymore.
The evil of human nature is clearly revealed here.
Finally, there was a childish yell: "No! No! Mother! Mother!"
Mrs. Shang, who was originally filled with despair, was even more heartbroken when she heard it. It was the voice of her child's eloquent words!
How can Chunyan make a sound? How can he make a sound!
"He really is hiding a little beast! Catch that little one!"
The jailer pushed through the crowd, pushed the pregnant woman back, and slipped out Chun Yanti who was hiding behind the two of them. The jade-carved child was now covered in mud and his eyes were red, like an angry little beast.
The purple-clothed monk smiled sternly: "You really have a heavenly spiritual root. I didn't expect that you would also possess merits and virtues! How wonderful! How wonderful! Eating this one is as good as a hundred ordinary ones. When I deal with this disobedient little lady, take this Go and ask the ancestor for a reward!"
Mrs. Shang's heart trembled with hatred, and she begged the gods, but got no response. She even cursed, but she couldn't stop the purple-clothed monk's evil deeds.
Suddenly a loud noise fell from the sky, and the entire Anyu City shook.
Everyone only heard a low cry: "Old Lan Zhan! Come out and die!"
