canary in cage

Isri's hands froze for half a second, then he fastened the last button, took a step back, and raised the corners of his mouth.

"Sorry, master."

Seeing the high-sounding words that Isri said, Cehir still laughed at himself.

The carriage was already ready at the gate, and Isri could always get everything ready a second before everything happened.

Cehir was sitting in the carriage, and after a while, Isri came over with Philip in his hand. Seeing this, Cehir was about to reserve a seat, but Yisli spoke out first.

"Master, it's good for him to sit in front of me, you don't have to move."

Cecil's moving body stopped in the air, and he glanced at Fei Li's eyes, and the disdain in his eyes became stronger.

Isri threw Philip on the seat in front of him, and with a "bang", the entire carriage shook.

After a long while, Feili shrank in pain and remained motionless in the front seat. After taking a look, Cecil sat back in his original seat, turned his head, and looked out the window.

Now it happens to be the morning market, and most of the women come out to catch the earliest vegetables and fruits, eager to rush in and grab them all.

But today was different from usual, there was no one in the morning market, only a few homeless people were sitting at the entrance of the alley and sleeping soundly, holding in their arms the wine bottles they picked up from the trash can last night.

Cecil's eyes turned slightly, he straightened his body, and looked outside.

In some shops, the pots are still steaming, and the spoons are still swaying on the side. They must have left in a hurry. Cecil tried to look into the distance, but he didn't get the result he wanted. He was helpless. Just keep leaning against the door.

After the carriage moved forward for a certain distance, Isri knocked on the window lightly, and Cecil looked at the past.

"Young master, there is movement in the central square ahead, do you want to take a look?"

Hearing Isri's words, Fili, who was sitting next to him, suddenly became unhappy, and quickly looked at Isri and said, "Didn't you want to help me?"

A cold light flashed in Isri's eyes, cold sweat broke out from Fei Li's back after being stared at, and he kept his mouth shut and did not speak.

Cecil glanced at the two people in front of him, nodded slightly, and acquiesced to Isri's behavior.

The central square is not big, but it can just accommodate the people in the city. Isri parked the carriage aside and repeated the movements he had already learned by heart.

To Cecil's surprise this time, the people around him didn't pay attention to Isri, they all put their feet on their feet and looked at things in the distance.

Because Cecil was still not tall enough, he couldn't see anything in front of him clearly, so he had to get closer and asked Isri to help.

"Going?" Cecil raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Feili.

Feli was fascinated by Cecil's eyes. After a while, he stammered with a reddish face, "I'm not going, I'll wait for you here."

Saihir didn't say much, turned around and walked into the crowd.

After walking to the back of the crowd, he looked up at Isri: "Hold me up."

Isri glanced at Cehir, and then his eyes fell on the front table.

It was an execution stand!

Isri could see very clearly that the platform had just been built, and some of the wood on it still had barbs. What was even more puzzling was that there were two young men kneeling on it.

The pure white prison uniforms on their bodies are speckled with blood, and some of them have turned dark brown. Their hair is stuck to their foreheads, and their heads are lowered. If you look carefully, you will find that their knees have been smashed, but they have to kneel Just wear it.

"Isri, what are you doing!" Cecil tried to tiptoe to look, but couldn't see anything.

Isri came back to his senses, lowered his head, and the expression on his face remained the same: "Young master won't like execution of prisoners, let's go."

That's right, what Cecil feared the most in his life was death, even when a butterfly died in front of his eyes, he would be terrified for a while.

Isri picked up Cehir by his knees and was about to go back to the carriage, but unfortunately, there was a sound from the execution platform in the distance.

"This pair of shameless things! Let everyone take a good look at your fate!"

In an instant, people were shouting, some even screaming.

"Yes! Kill them!"

"They don't deserve to stay in West Asia! They have defiled our Green Lankan goddess!"

"Burn them!"

A thunderous voice reached the ears of Isri and Cehir, and Isri stopped walking back to the carriage, turned his head, and once again fixed his gaze on the two people on the execution platform.

The man standing on the stage continued to speak, his voice was impassioned, as if a god enveloped him.

"These two shameless monsters! They actually have an affair under the blessing of the goddess!"

In an instant, the people on the field made disgusting and vomiting sounds, their eyes were contemptuous, mocking, and they stared at the person kneeling on the execution platform with disbelief.

"They are monsters! Burn them to death! They do not deserve the blessing of the Goddess!"

I don't know where the sound came from, and it instantly ignited everyone present, and everyone started to cheer and cheer, and let those two shameless monsters stand on the stage be burned to death.

Isri's eyes were terribly cold, and the original light amber eyes turned dark because of too much force, and the strength in his hand was gone, and it hurt Cehir all of a sudden.

"Isri! Let go!" Cecil stopped, but Isri still stared ahead as if he didn't hear it.

Following Isri's gaze, Cehir's curiosity was also aroused, and he turned his head away.

The two people on the execution platform finally raised their faces, and turned their heads stiffly to look at each other. Although their faces were covered with blood, they could be sure by looking at their outlines that they didn't look very bad.

"Isri, let's go." Cecil glanced at it and didn't dare to look down. He hated this kind of thing the most.

As for what those people said just now, without exception, they were all telling him the distortion in their hearts.

But Isri still stood where he was, like a sculpture, unable to be pushed away.

Cehir just wanted to reprimand him, but he glanced past Isri's eyes. His eyes were like the deepest black holes in the universe. They were so cold that people could freeze in place instantly. Cehir swallowed back the words on his lips.

In the end, he had no choice but to bite the bullet, turned his head, and looked at the two people above.

He didn't know why Isri had such a huge reaction, he had never seen anyone on the execution platform, and Isri did not mention that he had any relatives.

The two people on the stage were still kneeling together, taking advantage of the inattention of the people next to them, they moved their bodies with difficulty, held hands together, and murmured something, but the range was too small, Cehir didn't look at it. clear.

"Shameless!" Angrily scolded, the two men groaned one after another, and the executioner standing behind them kicked them away.

"Burn them!" the crowd shouted.

The atmosphere gradually heated up, and the shouts became louder and louder, and even the nearby glass began to tremble slightly.

There was a weird smile on the corner of the executioner's lips, with disdain and disgust in his eyes, he stepped forward, pulled the two of them by their hair and pulled them into the middle.

"In the name of the Goddess of Green Lanka, I will execute these two monsters today!"

"I will receive the highest blessing from the Goddess!"

The heavy voice echoed in the empty central square, and the two people kneeling below hugged each other tightly because they were pulled together.

He kept whispering to each other in his mouth.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."