Counterattack on the giants: the villain male god is a girl

Chapter 1891 Fire!

"Really?" Nangong Jing's sinister eyes never left his face from the beginning to the end.

"Monks don't lie!" Wu Liang didn't show any fear at all. He didn't see Jian Junxi who was brought in by him, so he understood a little bit in his heart...

"Now, find enough firewood for me, then set them all up, and prepare two pokes of oil!"

Nangong Jing's thin lips moved slightly, every word and every word was filled with anger and murderous intent.

Jiang Han thought that he was going to burn these monks alive, the blood on his face faded...

Just as he was about to say something, Nangong Jing's gaze shot over like a sword of wind and frost. He was so frightened that he immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes, I will arrange it right away!"

They moved all the wood from the woodshed of Kek Le Temple, and within half an hour, they piled up into a hill.

Jiang Han didn't dare to resist, so he divided all the monks into two piles, tied their hands around their waists with ropes, and tied them together with a long rope.

After pushing it up, I started pouring oil. I was worried that the people below would not be able to handle it well, so I personally poured the oil on the edge, hoping to delay a little time.

All the monks were not hysterical, panicked or screamed, but closed their eyes and kept chanting sutras, vividly showing the monks' indifferent state of life and death.

At this moment, Nangong Jing was sitting on Hong Yuan's bed, her dark face was covered with ice and snow, and her killing eyes were particularly frightening.

He said extremely coldly: "Hongyuan, you'd better give her back to me, otherwise, I will definitely not let those monks go!"

His cold, devilish echo echoed in the room...

However, the room was still full of silence to answer him, and Hong Yuan didn't seem to show his intentions...

"Master, that... that is ready..." Jiang Han stood at the door of the room and said tremblingly.

Nangong Jing's body moved, her expression grim in pain.

"Wait a minute, I asked the people below to deliver a wheelchair!" After Jiang Han finished speaking, he immediately pushed a wheelchair from outside.

Nangong Jing couldn't move an inch now, her eyes full of murder were overflowing with cold air, and with Jiang Han's support, she sat in a wheelchair.

Jiang Han slowly pushed him out the door, and came to the empty lawn where the monk was going to be burned.

All I could hear were the monks babbling words they couldn't understand.

At this time, the sky is full of dark clouds, especially in the east, hovering a huge black dragon, it seems that it may rain down heavily at any time...

Nangong Jing glanced back and saw that there was nothing unusual about Hong Yuan's house. Her patience was exhausted, her dark eyes were full of murderous intent, and her thin lips kissed, "Light on fire!"

"Uh... yes..." Jiang Han didn't dare to resist, he slowly took out the lighter and lit a candle.

Pursing her lips, she glanced at Nangong Jing again, and threw the candle out, and the flame formed an arched parabola in the air.

"Bah..." All the firewood started to burn, and the voices of the monks chanting became louder and louder. The fire surrounded them, and it was unbearable to watch.

Only Nangong Jing kept staring at the fire with cold eyes, and he didn't believe that Hong Yuan would watch these monks being burned to death in order to keep Jian Junxi's body.

However, the fire was about to burn the clothes of the monks, and the house seemed to be really empty, and there was still no movement...

"Gong Jing, put out the fire quickly!" "Wen Hao, find a way to put out the fire!"

Suddenly there were two horrified sounds not far away, Nangong Jing squinted her eyes, and saw Yang Hui and Lin Yiyi running towards this side while shouting!
"Okay..." Wen Hao turned around and led others to fetch water.

(End of this chapter)