Nan Shao, the drama master, he has started again

Chapter 393 Chapter [-] Public Execution
When I woke up and opened my eyes, it was a strange room.

Xiaoli was lying on the bedside, her watery eyes, she didn't know how long she had been crying, they were so red and swollen.

"Young Madam, woo woo, Xiaoli almost lost sight of Young Madam, woo woo..."

With a weak smile, Shu Nianchen raised his hand weakly, and gently rubbed Xiaoli's head.

"I'm very lucky, Xiaoli, don't cry." She stared at her eyes with distress, which were as red as rabbits, this silly girl, she didn't know how long she had been sad.

"Look at you, your eyes are crying, it's so ugly."

Xiaoli held Shu Nianchen's hand, "As long as the young lady is fine, it doesn't matter if Xiaoli becomes very ugly."

"You are not allowed to say that, Xiaoli, you and I are fine, don't say anything bad."

Xiaoli sniffed and wiped away her tears this time, finally she was not so disappointed.

"Xiao Li listened to the young lady and stopped crying."

Probably because she drank too much sea water and held her breath for too long, her head felt a little empty. After a while, she realized that she wanted to find Nan Jinghong.

There was no him in the room.

Xiaoli saw Shu Nianchen's looking gaze, "Young Madam, don't worry, Young Master and Mr. Zong Yuan are going to find the person in charge of the auction."

For the first time, the kind and simple Xiao Li expressed her hateful expression, "It's all the fault of those guards. If they hadn't fired rashly, the young lady would not have fallen into the sea and suffered these crimes!"

Shu Nianchen turned her head slowly, staring blankly at the ceiling.

After a long time, a shallow, warm smile blossomed around the corner of her mouth.

He's still there, he's okay, that's great.

……

At night, even though it is summer, the sea breeze is still cold and biting.

After the near miss in the afternoon, no one on the deck dared to come over, especially since the cruise line informed everyone that no matter what happened on the deck tonight, there is no need to panic.

The two thieves had already been confirmed dead, and Nan Jinghong would not take Shu Nianchen's fright so easily.

It turned out that the little boy Shu Nianchen rescued was the beloved son of the European royal family, the Duke of Silaire.

Angrily, Nan Jinghong approached the person in charge of the auction, demanding to punish the reckless captain of the guard, and happened to meet the Duke of Silaire, who was pursuing the responsibility.

Xi Laier was grateful for Shu Nianchen's generous rescue, and after learning of Nan Jinghong's request, the two hit it off and put pressure on the auctioneer together.

So, there is this scene now.

public execution.

The criminal was the captain of the guard who shot recklessly regardless of Shu Nianchen's comfort.

At this time, all his clothes were stripped off, two or three buckets of ice water were poured on him, and he was in the same posture as Shu Nianchen at that time, half-straddling on the railing steps facing the sea, except that his legs were tied with ropes to prevent him from falling. Jump into the sea.

Five meters away, Nan Jinghong raised the guard's long spear, admiring the captain with satisfaction, trembling under his aim.

Zong Yuan stood aside, looking at the bloodthirsty burst out of Nan Jinghong's eyes, wanton and insolent.

"I was wrong, I admit my mistake, honorable duke, honorable young master Nan, I repent, I admit my mistake, I don't dare anymore, please forgive me, please!!"

There are no more arrogant orders, if that's all, the captain can't wait to prostrate on the ground and humbly kowtow to request.

Nan Jinghong pressed his thumb on the buckle, and cold-blooded words spilled from his thin lips.

"My wife, you don't even have a chance to intercede. What face do you have, begging me to forgive you?"

"I was really wrong, I kowtow to my wife to admit my mistake, please..."

boom--

The bullet ejected from the chamber, and the gunpowder smoke filled the muzzle and blew away.

The captain straightened his body and remained motionless as if frozen.

A smell of urine also began to spread on the deck.

Nan Jinghong threw away the gun in disgust, controlled the wheelchair and turned around, "Zong Yuan, you do the rest."

"Yes, Master!"

Excitement flashed in Zong Yuan's eyes.

(End of this chapter)