Chariot of Doom

They leaned against the big tree and stopped, breathless. The wound on her shoulder was still bleeding. Ye Hao kept pressing silently. At this moment, Ye Hao pulled off his skirt and wrapped it up for her. Ran Pengluo wanted to say "no" because she is a descendant of the baby girl, and her wounds will soon heal, but she looked at Ye Hao's face seriously and couldn't bear to say it in her heart. Let him go. Ye Hao didn't seem to realize that his body was pouring, but he was sad when he watched her hurt. In his heart, of course, it was not a descendant of a baby girl, but his most beloved woman.

Just after the dressing, I didn't pay attention to drinking water, and suddenly heard the clinking of the sky behind him, San was startled. It turned out that it was the soldier followed by Fairy Mu. The three of them started flying again.

Soon after, the crowd saw a side of the altar not far away, and several people quickly approached, only to see a strong spiritual light from the altar. There is a deep well in the center of the altar, but it does not seem to have a bottom.

It was strange, suddenly, soldiers from all directions came, and the silver arrow came soon. The three feared, in order to avoid the arrows, almost conditioned reflex, jumped into the deep well of Hao Ye City.

Han Lun and Ye Haohu Yueer were locked on a row of copper pillars, and the two copper pillars were tied to the other side of the cell.

The cell was damp, and the burning flame was faint and listless. A pungent, moldy smell permeated the room. Broken branches and wilted grass were scattered on the ground, no matter whether the nail cover would burrow out of the ground or not, and then intensively re-drill into the haystack. I don't know how many such disgusting bugs are in the haystack. The stone wall of the cell was covered with moss and a drop of crystal water. Obviously buried deep underground. The incoming water should be the groundwater needed by the roots of the trees. I'm afraid this is the deepest cell of Fairy Wood.

Ye Haohu's hands were locked between the two pillars, her feet could no longer stand, she was hung on two iron chains. She lowered her head, her neck was covered with blood, and her hair was found to be messy. She was covered with shocking blood. Now I can't see her face clearly, but I can clearly see a drop of blood dripping from her mouth. In fact, Han Lun is also ordinary, but his eyes are dead at this time, looking at Linghu Yueer, just expecting her to wake up sooner.

He has been locked here for an hour, and two hours later, the two teams arrived and beat them with bullwhips. The whip was like the arrow it had encountered before, completely ignoring the power of the soul. In front of the bullwhip, they are all ordinary people, and their hands do not have the strength of a chicken.

Although Hu Yueer suffered pain, he has not suffered such torture. Every time she was beaten on her body, she would cry bitterly, and even death felt like a luxury. When each whip came down, the skin was cracked, and layers of bright red flesh came out, and she was shaking all over. Until then, she had no strength. Although she was in pain, she could not scream loudly. She only felt that every whip was hit on the injured wound and her body was torn to pieces.

When Ye Hao Hu Yueer was crying, her eyes were fixed on Han Lun, subconsciously wanting to ask for help, but Han Lun was also severely beaten and suffered no less than hers. However, compared with Yue'er's pain, Han Lun's pain can be doubled. He kept yelling and cursing, as if about to break the chain. It's a pity that he is just a locked beast. I can only see the people I love suffer inhumane torture