Chapter 822

"What will I do?" Ji Rao straightened up from his bed and said coldly, "I won't fall in love with anyone."

Because he has no feelings.

In the evening, Yan Jun comes back. He has a long body, elegant posture, and a narrow sleeve riding suit. After he gets off the horse, he pats the horse's head and hands the rope to the groom.

"My father is asleep?"

"Yes, the old general is asleep."

As he walked, he patted the dust on his hands. "Where's the national master?"

"Still in the side room."

"No trouble?"

"No

Yan Jun sneered, "it's clever."

He originally wanted to go to the courtyard, but he said, "go to the side room."

He walked towards Ji Rao's room.

Han Yu has been dutifully guarding the door. Seeing someone coming from a distance, he straightens up and goes to Yan Jun. he salutes, "general."

"What did the master do today?"

Han Yu hesitated for a moment. "Today, the national master asked the subordinate to buy the turtle shell yarrow."

Then he took out the paper Ji Rao gave him from his sleeve and handed it to Yan Jun.

Yan Jun takes it over and listens to Han Yudao when he takes it apart.

"I didn't think it was in the way, so I brought it back for him."

Yan Jun glanced at the things on the paper, which he had seen in the book. They were all divination things.

He waved his hand and strode in.

Ji Rao just fell asleep and was still half asleep when he was awakened by the sound of the door opening which did not slow down deliberately.

He opened his eyes. As soon as he got up from the bed, he saw that his bed tent was suddenly lifted up.

Yan Jun's face bumps into Ji Rao's sight suddenly.

The candle was dark, and Yan Jun's face was not too clear.

The outline like knife carving, half hidden in the shadow, two eyes deep looking at Ji Rao.

"How did you sleep?"

Ji Rao looks at Yan Jun calmly, coldly and alert. Even if he knows what Yan Jun really wants to do, he can't stop it, but he doesn't show half fear.

Yan all let go of the curtain.

Through the curtain, Ji Rao saw Yan Jun turn around the room for half a turn. Finally, he sat on a chair and reached out to fiddle with the turtle shell on the table.

Ji Rao stretched out his hand to lift the curtain and looked at Yan Jun coldly, "don't touch my things."

Yan all put the turtle shell down, and he didn't pity half of it, as if what he was holding was just a worthless thing.

For Yan Jun, it's really not worth money.

He leaned back, folded his legs, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Ji Rao without expression. His eyes were like a knife nailing Ji Rao.

"Not yet?"

Ji Rao pretends to be stupid, "what do you say?"

"Where is Shen Yunan's body?"

Ji Rao sighed in her heart.

He thought that before he went to the mass grave, he had muddled the matter. Now it seems that Yan Jun didn't care a little bit about it.

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

Yan Junding looks at Ji Rao for a long time. Ji Rao tries to resist the impulse to retreat.

Yan Jun has been on the battlefield. He is a real general who has killed people. The enemy who died under his hand is unknown. He once came out from the dead with a sword. When his eyes stare at you indifferently, you will really feel the coldness penetrating from the sole of your feet, as if a devil climbing out of hell is staring at you.

"Ji Rao, so you still want to play these tricks with me, don't you?"