C673 Shen Shaojun

After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the sound of horses galloping could be heard. A middle-aged man sat on the carriage with an ashen face.

"Father, father, save me!"

Seeing the person who came, Yang Ye seemed to have grabbed onto his life-saving straw. He lay on the ground as pitiful as he could be.

"Ye'er, my child, cripple them. I want them to die with my son