Chapter 1205

Ji Xiao embraces him and lets Ji Rao lean on himself. Ji Rao refuses and struggles hard.

He feels sick when he meets Ji Xiao.

But Ji Xiao's strength is much stronger than Ji Rao's, who is scarred. Ji Rao is firmly held in his arms.

"After a while, the third brother you are thinking of is coming. Don't you want to see him?"

"Ji Xiao." Ji Rao clenched his teeth and whispered, "it's this time. Do you still have to struggle? You can't match Ji Rong from the beginning. "

Ji Rong began to plan for the throne, Ji Xiao afraid is not still playing with mud.

Ji Xiao angrily laughed, "I compared with him since I was a child. Now you say I can't compare with him?"

His face suddenly fierce, holding Ji Rao's strength increased, a hand on Ji Rao's shoulder wound, Ji Rao's painful face is ugly, a white face like paper, only the strength of breathing.

"You're my man, aren't you, whether I can compete or not?"

Ji Rao looked at him pitifully, with a sarcastic smile, as if disdaining Ji Xiao's words.

Ji Xiao's hand goes in from Ji Rao's hem. His cold fingers open the bandage that Ji Rao has just been bandaged. His fingers stab Ji Rao's wound.

Ji Rao's painful words can't be said.

Ji Xiao looked at his face twisted by pain, but he felt very happy.

"It doesn't matter. Let's see how much Ji Rong cares about you. He has always been a person who values love and righteousness."

Voice down, outside the door came a noisy sound of footsteps, the door guarding several soldiers, sword intersection, blood splashed on the door.

But a moment later, the door of the main hall was kicked open.

Ji Rong was dressed in white and stained with blood, holding a long sword in his hand. His ice and snow like face had no emotion.

Zhu yuanzhan followed him, wearing a suit of armor and holding a sharp sword in his hand. His face was fierce, and his eyes looked like a devil from hell. He would kill anyone he saw.

Behind Ji Rong, dozens of soldiers were in full preparation.

Walking to the steps, Ji Rong stops and looks coldly at the people on the throne.

Ji Xiao laughed, his arm around Ji Rao's neck, stretched out from behind and pinched his face, "you see, your third brother is coming."

Ji Rao stares at the people under the stage. He knows Ji Rong will save himself, but when he sees the bright red blood on his white clothes, he is afraid and at a loss.

In his heart, Ji Rong is the snow lotus on the iceberg, is the plum blossom in winter, noble and elegant, people can't reach.

But now he looked at Ji Rong's bloody cheek and was afraid of this man's danger.

Is this Ji Rong he knows?

Ji Rao looks at Ji Rong with strange eyes.

When Zhu yuanzhan saw Ji Rao in Ji Xiao's hand, he twisted his eyebrows and whispered in Ji Rong's ear, "third prince, Ji Rao..."

Ji Rong said in a light voice, "don't move rashly, just wait and see the change."

"Yes."

Ji Xiao raised some voice, "Ji Rong, I really underestimate you."

Ji Rong looked at him coldly and didn't answer.

He has nothing to say with Ji Xiao.

He never regarded Ji Xiao as his brother. Of course, he knew that Ji Xiao didn't treat him as his brother either.

From the moment Ji Xiao wanted the throne, they were destined to be hostile.

Ji Xiao stood up from the Dragon chair, he lightly glanced at the people under the steps, "do you want to be the emperor?"

Ji Rong doesn't want to talk nonsense with him. He doesn't know Ji Xiao is procrastinating. His sword points to Ji Xiao, "give me Ji Rao."