Hearing Murong Canghai's words, Su Yueming raised his head and looked at him, he was still as handsome and evil as before, his eyes were as sharp as the peak of the towering clouds, but there was an unkind coldness.

She pursed the corners of her lips slightly, and a smile appeared on her face, which was so bright, like a flower bud suddenly blooming in the air.

Murong Canghai's eyes were shaken by this smile, and he was stunned for a moment, and his cold heart was like a frozen lake, and after the warm wind blew, it melted a little.

Su Yueming forcibly endured the feeling of pain and said, "What the king of the North Courtyard said is really right, Su Yueming's body is made of iron, even if the sword mountain and the sea of fire can't hurt it, and the heart is also iron, any pain can be bearable, I am not afraid at all, there has never been anything that can make me afraid." ”

Zuihou said this, her voice was clearly a little trembling, and there seemed to be crystal clear tears in her eyes, but when Murong Canghai looked carefully, there was nothing.

His eyes flickered, and a look of unbelievable smug flashed on his face, zuihou, he pursed his thin lips mercilessly, and got into the carriage.

Suddenly put down the carriage curtain, the cold face was hidden behind the bead curtain, the moment the bead curtain closed, Ying Lie seemed to see Murong Canghai's fingers tighten suddenly, the nails seemed to pinch the flesh, and his teeth were also clenched.

As if God was going to punish her again, the scorching sun hung like a blazing ball of fire in mid-air and scorched the earth, and she soon felt her mouth dry and her throat smoking.

Step by step, walking slowly, like ants, every step brings a heart-piercing pain.

She was almost unable to open her eyes from the sun, and the sweat was left in her eyes along her eyelids, sore, and painful, she could hardly see the road ahead, and could only take steps by feeling.

Her steps were light, as if she were walking on cotton.

She was thirsty, hungry, and tired.

However, because the king of the North Courtyard had ordered her, no one came to bring her water and food, and even Ying Lie could only look back at her occasionally, his eyes full of worry and worry.

The road ahead is vast, there is no end in sight, her face is as pale as paper, her lips are chapped one after another, a little mouth, blood appears on the two lip flaps, which salty blood flows into the mouth, she swallows her own blood into her stomach, and actually feels a little thirsty.

The road was silent, and everyone hurried silently, only the banner of the king of the North Courtyard fluttering high in the wind made a sound.

The soldiers also raised their hands from time to time to wipe the sweat on their faces.

The light of the sun is getting stronger and stronger, and the whole shijie is white.

Murong Canghai sat in the carriage with his eyes closed, his fists clenched all the time, and the fierce horse walked side by side with his carriage.

He took a pot of water, handed it into the carriage, and said, "Your Highness, the weather is very hot today, drink saliva." ”

Murong Canghai lifted the curtain of the carriage, took the kettle in his hand, and his eyes fell on the lonely figure that staggered and staggered, moving slowly and difficult, she was stretching out her tongue and licking her chapped lips, she was faint because of the sun, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat on her face, and there were a few obvious scars on the white and tender soft wattles.

She was like a fallen leaf in the wind, ready to wither at any moment, and his hand holding the kettle paused for a moment, and then his eyes lingered on her body for a moment before he withdrew his hand.