Chapter 1200

Rao Ji shook his head. The panic in his heart spread to his whole body. He could only struggle helplessly. His wrist was almost skinned by the rough rope.

"No, no..."

Ji Xiao light looking at him, with the people next to make a look, that person came forward to Ji Rao's coat.

Ji Rong's body is thin, her shoulder blades and clavicles are extremely obvious, her ribs are one by one, and she has no abdominal muscles, but there is no fat on her belly. Her skin is as white as snow, which is like a perfect handicraft.

"Ji Xiao, No."

"If you tell me what Ji Rong is going to do next, I'll let you go."

Ji Rao's face was scared pale. He bit his lip and didn't speak. Ji Xiao's pincers stretched out in an instant. Ji Rao almost didn't cry out.

Ji Rao could feel the heat from the iron tongs when they stopped close to his shoulder. He was so scared that he wanted to gasp, but he was afraid that the fluctuation was too big to meet the iron tongs, so he could only suppress himself. His hands were tightly clenched, and his teeth were trembling.

"Say it or not?"

Ji Rao forced to move back, but it was almost useless.

"I I really don't know. "

The pincers came closer, and Ji Rao almost collapsed because of the torture in her heart.

He looked at the pliers close at hand and said in a loud voice, "I say, I say!"

The pincers stop, Ji Rao is scared to breathe.

Ji Xiao's tone didn't have a chance to discuss, "say."

"He, he thought, he thought..."

He wanted to gather 200000 troops to besiege the city.

This sentence seems to be on the gate, clearly in the throat, but how can not say it.

Ji Xiao said coldly, "my patience is limited."

"Brother Huang, I really don't know. Let me go."

Ji Xiao bit his teeth, and his face was not happy with a smile, "Ji Rao, you know, you have to pay for protecting Ji Rong."

"No, No."

This time Ji Xiao's patience ran out. Without waiting for Ji Rao to speak, he pressed it directly.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Jirao's screams rang out in the cell.

He was shaking all over his body. He bit his lips out of blood. Tears came down involuntarily. He could even smell the smell of burnt meat.

Ji Xiaoming only put a few seconds, but for Ji Rao, it was like a century of torture.

Ji Xiao took the tongs down and threw them into the charcoal basin.

Ji Rao's head drooped weakly. There was a lot of sweat on his forehead. His face was as white as a dead man.

Ji Xiao walked over and stood beside Ji Rao. Looking at the scarlet and terrible "Xiao" character carved on his shoulder, he pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth. He reached out and touched it. He knew that Ji Rao would hurt, so he didn't touch his wound. He just turned around the word with his fingers.

Ji Rao has no sense of pain, Ji Xiao's fingers can hardly feel it.

He's in too much pain.

It hurts. It hurts.

"Somebody." Ji Xiao light command way, "go to the doctor to take the best medicine."

Ji Rao is weak. Although it's winter, you have to be careful not to let the wound become infected or inflamed.

He untied Ji Rao's rope, and then held the man in his arms. He said softly, "it's OK, it's OK."

Ji Rao is lying in his arms feebly. He can hear the heartbeat in Ji Xiao's chest.

Poop, poop.

Steady and slow.