It hurt, she was about to die from the pain! Everything around her slowly became blurry, and her soul seemed to have quickly escaped into the eighteenth level of hell, undergoing purgatory-like roasting and torture.
She must be dying again.
This time, I won’t survive!
But--
No, she suddenly woke up, she couldn't die, she absolutely couldn't die, there were still unfinished matters in the prime minister's palace, the prince had not yet ascended the throne, she wanted to go back, she couldn't die like this.
Su Yueming, what are you afraid of?
In the previous life, you had endured the pain of disfigurement, disembowelment, cutting into a human stick, and gouging out your eyes. This little pain of flesh and blood is nothing.
If Murong Canghai treats you like this, if you can make him feel the pleasure of revenge, then let him torture you severely.
You can't fall, you can't!
Su Yueming gritted her teeth. She heard his laughter coming from the wind. The sound of the flute was evil and wild, with a kingly aura that shocked the world!
She opened her hazy eyes and looked toward the horizon in the direction of Dazhou——
The sky was gloomy, and she could no longer tell the direction. She could only see a lone goose wandering around, occasionally letting out a sad cry or two.
Murong Canghai had no intention of stopping yet, and the horse continued to gallop forward at an incredible speed.
Looking from a distance, a trace of red gradually appeared in the place where Su Yueming passed by. The blood was the blood that flowed out after her body was bruised!
This blood stained the grassland on the ground red!
"Long live the prince, long live the prince!"
The soldiers behind him also jumped on their horses and followed.
Except for Ying Lie, everyone was cheering bloodthirstyly. Da Qin was originally a nomadic people who made a living by hunting, and they had ferocious blood in their bones.
The horse under his crotch was still galloping without slowing down, and the yellow grass beneath her turned into yellow sand.
The pain in her body reached its limit more and more, and her whole body was shaking violently.
The wind suddenly picked up, and the flying dust blinded people's eyes. The woman who was chained behind the horse seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
Her head lowered, and her hands and feet gave up resistance.
Su Yueming was tired, so tired, so tired that she didn't want to fight anymore.
As long as he doesn't die, let him go.
She knew him, he would torture her, but he would not let her die.
When everyone was cheering, the horse galloped up a sand dune. At this time, Murong Canghai suddenly stopped.
The wind stopped and the cheers stopped. Everyone stopped and looked at their King of the North Campus.
Su Yueming lay on the ground, curled up in pain, moaning and wailing.
Murong Canghai rode up to her and looked condescendingly at the person on the ground hugging him tightly like a silkworm chrysalis——
His hand holding the reins suddenly tightened, but his tone was cold, and he asked——
"Does it hurt?"
After almost exhausting all her strength, Su Yueming raised her head and looked at him. After being stripped off all the way, the clothes under her body were torn and torn, and the bleeding flesh stuck to the yellow sand under her body. Her face was originally white and tender.
Hua's face was also covered in scars at the moment, without any clean flesh.
She spat out the yellow sand that was all over her mouth, but a pool of bright red blood appeared on the ground.
She said——
"It hurts so much that I'm going to die, but I can bear it."
An unknown emotion flashed through Murong Canghai's gloomy and deep eyes. He jumped off the horse, squatted in front of her, clenched his fists tightly, and looked at her scarred body——