The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

It hurts so much that she is about to die!Everything around her gradually became blurred, and her soul seemed to have escaped into the eighteenth level of hell, enduring purgatory-like roasting and torment.

She is going to die again.

This time, I can't survive!

but--

No, she woke up suddenly, she can't die, she absolutely can't die, there are still major unfinished business in the prime minister's mansion, the crown prince has not ascended the throne yet, she wants to go back, she can't just die like this.

Su Yueming, what are you afraid of?

In the previous life, you have endured the pain of capital punishment such as disfiguring yourself, disemboweling yourself, cutting into a stick, and gouging out your eyes. What is this little pain of flesh and blood?

If Murong Canghai treats you like this, if he can 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 in the wind, the sound of the flute was evil, wild, and had the aura of a king who shocked the world!

She opened her misty eyes and looked towards the horizon in the direction of Da Zhou——

The sky was gloomy, and she couldn't tell the direction. She only saw a lone goose wandering about, occasionally making a sad cry.

Murong Canghai didn't intend to stop yet, the steed continued to gallop forward at an unbelievable speed.

Looking at it 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 worn out!

This blood stained the grassland on the ground red!

"Long live the prince, long live!"

The soldiers behind him also jumped on their horses and followed.

Except for Ying Lie, everyone was cheering bloodthirstyly. Daqin was originally a nomadic people who lived by hunting, and there was murderous blood in their bones.

The horse under his crotch was still galloping without slowing down, and the yellow grass under her body turned into yellow sand.

The pain in her body reached its limit more and more, and she trembled violently all over her body.

The wind suddenly blew up, and the flying dust dazzled people's eyes. The woman chained behind the horse seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Her head was lowered, her hands and feet gave no resistance.

Su Yueming was tired, so tired, she was so tired that she didn't want to fight any more.

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, but at this moment, Murong Canghai stopped suddenly.

The wind also stopped, the cheers of the crowd also stopped, and all the people stopped to look at their King of the North Courtyard.

Su Yueming lay on the ground, curled up in pain, moaning and howling.

Murong Canghai rode his horse up to her, looking down at the person on the ground who was hugging her body tightly like a silkworm chrysalis——

He clenched the hand holding the rein suddenly, but his tone was cold, and he asked——

"Does it hurt?"

Almost exhausted all her strength, Su Yueming raised her head and looked at him. After being stripped all the way, the clothes under her body were already torn, and the bloody flesh stuck to the yellow sand under her body. Her face was originally white and tender. Hua's face was also scarred at the moment, without a clean spot of flesh.

She spat out the yellow sand that covered her mouth, but there was a pool of bright red blood on the ground.

she said-

"It hurts, it hurts so much that I'm about to die, but I can bear it."

Murong Canghai's gloomy and deep eyes flashed an unknown emotion, he jumped off the horse, squatted in front of her, clenched his fists tightly, and looked at the bruised and bruised her——