Since Ah Di let watch a good show, then she Mu Chujin will see it, according to Mu Yanjun's temperament, it is still good to be obedient. Thinking of this, Mu Chujin smiled slightly, and his slender jade hand picked a grape from Tubo and threw it into his mouth, looking like he was watching a good show.

At noon, under the scorching sun, the whole hunting ground was like a fire, and the scorching sand did not move in the hot summer wind.

The wooden fence was opened by the guards, and a piercing sound of chains was heard, dragging sparks faintly on the fire-baked earth. The white, dirty prison clothes were covered with blood-colored whip marks, and in some places the cloth had been torn to reveal a blur of flesh, and the exposed wrists were tied to heavy iron chains, which had been dragged to the ground for a long time.

The man in prison clothes stepped over step by step, stepping on the hot clearing, and the sand under his feet was burning and painful. But those bright eyes kept staring closely at the two figures in the stands, and their eyes were fierce and fierce.

"Who is he?" Mu Chujin looked at the unadulterous man who was tortured in the audience and asked faintly.

Mu Yanjun raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were full of disdain: "A descendant of a chaotic minister and thief, named Nangong Feiyu, is the only male left after the Nangong family was beheaded. ”

"Nangong family?" Mu Chujin was slightly surprised, "Didn't they all say that the Nangong family had been loyal to Mu Guo for generations?" How can it be a rebel and a thief? ”

"Sister is right, I also feel that there must be something greasy in this, but when the prime minister Situ Lao'er finds out the evidence, all of them are not good for the Nangong family, and I am also very helpless." After that, Mu Yanjun frowned slightly, he hated talking about political affairs with Sister A the most.

"Then Brother ordered to copy the Nangong family and slaughter them?" Mu Chujin asked softly, with doubts, on the surface, it seems that Mu Yanjun is not like an indiscriminate faint monarch, although he is indecisive, but he will not be pedantic like this?

Mu Yanjun picked up a wine jug, tilted his neck, and put it into his throat, his eyebrows were actually comfortable and leisurely, "Although the Nangong family is loyal to me, the family is rich and rivals the country, so I will be a faint monarch, copy the Nangong family, and enrich my treasury, besides, this matter was caused by the prime minister, do you think that I left Nangong Feiyu with a life, wouldn't it leave a scourge for Situ Lao'er?" The narrow phoenix eyes flashed with a hint of shrewdness.

Mu Chujin smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, "Brother is a good plan, and when the time comes, you can sit back and enjoy the success, and sit on the tiger to watch the mountain fight." "Thousands of shots, you can't forget to shoot.

"Hmm." The young man was proud between his eyebrows, and his deep eyes looked at Nangong Feiyu with terrifying eyes in the audience, what he wanted was the hatred in his eyes, the hatred of Situ Lao'er, the prime minister of the dynasty, to kill people with a knife, and help him eradicate Situ Lao'er, so that all the rights could be held in his palm.

Gala La-la

A wide wooden cart was pushed in, with a large iron cage on it, and in the cage lay a spotted leopard, which looked languidly and squinted, looking at the humans walking around, as if looking at a flock of ants struggling in vain.

It's the king of killers!

Hungry beasts!

Craving blood, craving sweet fresh meat!