Memoirs of The Masked Empress Chapter 117

Iris did not intend to let Briar go, and he stood up and smiled. The two feet were forced to step on the five fingers of Briar, and the body of the painful and uncomfortable child was worse.

Iris received it, and he stepped on his feet and let go, leaving Briar with a cold smile and left.

Briar feels that she is dying. The ground is hard and cold. She has been smashing from the day to the present. I don’t know how long it has been. The sky is getting darker. The spring breeze comes at night, blowing on the body, cool, and the phoenix feels the body. They are not their own, the palms are on the ground, the fingers are broken when the bones are broken, the arms are faintly painful, the body is forgiving, the blood on the chest is dyed into a large piece, and the wounds that are wrapped up are cracked even more. Serious, the neck is sore, the knees seem to be dislocated, and the calves are paralyzed. It’s really hard to die.

I didn’t think about sneaking. First, the two strong men guarded the door of the ancestral hall. Second, Briar had no strength to stand up. Kneeling on the ground, death can not die, dizzy and dizzy, tormenting her will.

Time is flowing through the pain, the night is getting dark, the days of March, the spring rain is continuous, the night is cool, and even worse, the night rain is coming, the rain is not big, but the breeze is wet on the body, it is still cold and biting.