Ji Rao's heart suddenly surged into a panic.

Yan Jun holds the horse rope in one hand and his own rope in the other. Looking back at him, Ji Rao doesn't want to recall it in his life.

Yan is riding a horse, and then walking his dog like.

It's about half an hour's journey from Yanfu to the mass grave.

No matter how fast Ji Rao is, how can he catch up with a horse.

At the beginning, Yan Jun was still good, but he walked him slowly, and he quickened his pace to keep up with him. The people around him gathered more and more. At this time, he was very lucky that Yan Jun blocked his silver hair and mask.

Of course, Yan Jun is not worried about his face, but the national teacher is loved by the people. If they know that he is the national teacher of the dynasty, they don't know what to do.

But before long, Yan Jun's speed increased, Ji Rao was very hard, his wrist was a little hurt by the rope.

Ji Rao can only run hard, but his feet are more and more difficult to lift. Finally, on a rough road, he tripped over the clod.

Yan Jun looks at Ji Rao on the ground. His eyes are cold. He turns his head, raises his whip and says, "drive!"

The horse was stimulated and ran wildly. Ji Rao couldn't get up. His body was dragged on the ground and his wrist was almost broken.

Ji Rao's clothes were worn out. He tried to stand up, but the stones and branches on the dirt road could not be avoided. It was as if he had been scratched on his skin. Sheng Sheng wanted to dig his flesh from the surface, and the pain was deep into the bone marrow.

Ji Rao's throat flashed a little fishy and sweet, and what she smelled at the tip of her nose was pungent dust.

It was no less than a torture.

Ji Rao closed his eyes tightly. He had given up and stood up. He just kept thinking.

Have you arrived yet?

Have you arrived yet?

Is it almost there?

I'm in pain.

I don't know how long later, Ji Rao almost lost consciousness, and the horse finally stopped.

Yan Jun looked at the mass grave full of corpses in front of him and breathed heavily. He turned his head and looked at the scene behind him. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

A few steps away from the horse, Ji Rao fell to the ground, his outstretched hand was tightly tied by the rope, his wrist was red by the rope friction, the flesh and blood were worn away, the blood dyed the rope on his wrist into blood, and behind him, a long blood mark extended to the place beyond his sight, which was particularly shocking.

Yan Jun didn't hear Ji Rao cry for pain and stop all the way. He thought Ji Rao didn't do much, but it seemed more serious than he thought.

Yan Jun turns over and dismounts. He goes to Ji Rao.

Ji Rao almost fainted because of the pain. He stood on his side and half of his face was on the cold ground. For a long time, a pair of black high boots appeared in his sight. The brocade of the vamp was very beautiful.

His body floated with a faint breath.

Yan Jun looked at his broken breath at any time and couldn't help sneering.

He turned to the mass grave. Even though he knew that Shen yun'an's body was not here, he still wanted to let hundreds of people in the Shen family have a look.

Let them see how embarrassed the murderer who killed the Shen family is now.

Yan Jun stood quietly.

Maybe Ji Rao will die like this, and it's good to be buried with the Shen family.