Zhao Litang had his hands and feet chained and was escorted all the way back to the barbarian camp.
After such a long time, the barbarians have already captured several cities of the Celestial Empire. Amul deliberately counted them with Zhao Litang. Seeing his hateful and painful eyes, he felt relieved.
In fact, Amul had already tracked down Zhao Litang's whereabouts a long time ago, but he had been reluctant to order his arrest. He wanted Zhao Litang to go through untold hardships on his own, and when he saw that hope was within reach, he would crush his hope with his own hands.
And crushed this enemy general who had slaughtered countless barbarian soldiers.
However, it can be considered as indirectly taking advantage of his younger brother Alan Yue.
But it doesn’t matter. After Zhao Litang’s edges are smoothed out, Amul will have a generous gift for his younger brother.
Zhao Litang was locked up back in the familiar tent, and even the soldiers guarding him were still the same.
Sometimes Zhao Litang would have an illusion that it was all just a dream, he had never escaped from the tent, and A Lanyue had never betrayed him.
He was whipped and tortured in various ways every day, but the difference was that this time no one came to visit him or apply medicine to his wounds.
Day after day, no one knew how long it had been. The aimless and endless cruel torture could wear down one's will. It had been so long that Zhao Litang's eyes became increasingly empty, and the color in them gradually disappeared.
He was still hanging on the wooden frame, like a lifeless dead man.
Only then was Amul satisfied.
He had Zhao Litang released and settled in a tent, and sent people to treat his wounds and change him into new clothes.
Zhao Litang didn't react at all and let people do what they wanted. His eyes were dark and unfocused, silently hidden behind his black hair. It seemed that he had no curiosity about these busy people in front of him.
The entire military camp was filled with a joyous atmosphere, and those who didn't know would have thought that some happy event had happened in the camp.
It was indeed a happy event. The little prince of the barbarians was getting married to a great general of the former Celestial Empire.
Voices of doubt and dissatisfaction arose everywhere, but they were all suppressed by Amul. Anyone who dared to gossip behind his back would be immediately dealt with by military law.
This was the generous gift that Amul gave to Alanyue. He wanted Zhao Litang to marry Alanyue, and from then on he would become part of the barbarian royal family and serve the barbarians.
Amul knew that Zhao Litang would not agree, so he did not even plan to ask for his consent. He did not even ask for Alanyue's consent. Regardless of his brother's crying and struggling, he ordered his men to put a bright red wedding dress on Alanyue, tied her up and threw her into the Xixi tent.
He knew that A Lanyue liked Zhao Litang enough to abandon her, and he also knew that marrying Zhao Litang was something his brother would never dare to dream of.
Let the tide take its course and the matter will be settled.
When the two of them really become husband and wife, Zhao Litang will have to agree whether he wants to or not.
Even if he didn't give up and still wanted to return to the Celestial Empire, at that time, as a barbarian royal, the Celestial Empire would never accept him even if he went back.
So he could only be left in the barbarian tribe forever.
A Lanyue's eyes and mouth were covered tightly with silk, her hands and feet were bound, and then she was thrown onto a soft and wide bed and covered with a red quilt.
The person under the quilt was struggling and groaning, but he was unable to move at all. He could only wait for someone to come and rescue him.
Zhao Litang was also escorted into this tent.
Noisy sounds could still be heard outside. The group of people who had just held him down and forced him to get married with Alan Yue also forced him to drink a jar of strong liquor, which was still burning in his broken stomach and his deep eyes.
Zhao Litang was also wearing a bright red wedding dress, which made his face look even more handsome. But in fact, the body underneath the dress was covered with unhealed scars. If he used a little force, the scars would probably break and bleed.
Especially the leg that was bitten by the wolf. I don’t know what medicine Amul used on him, but the wound has never healed and has even cracked deeper and more severely, almost exposing the white bones. Now that it has been wrapped, it doesn’t look so scary, but Zhao Litang can’t use any strength to walk and can only limp to the bed.
—The eye-catching red quilt was thrown directly to the ground, revealing the person lying on the ground tied up with ropes.
The small body was lying on its side with its hands tied tightly behind its back. Although it tried its best to bend its body, its slender body curves and deeply sunken waist could still be seen.
Then came the bare feet tied up with red satin. The fair and delicate insteps were left with faint red marks, and the toes were still rubbing and pulling restlessly, trying to get out of the satin.
A Lanyue felt a chill on his body and knew that someone had lifted the quilt. He tilted his head back and began to whimper, trying to attract the attention of the person beside the bed.
Zhao Litang's gaze had long been fixed on him. He saw that the piece of red silk attached to his eyes seemed to be soaked, sticking tightly to his fair and handsome little face. The piece covering his mouth was also a little wet, shining with crystal clear light under the candlelight.
Zhao Litang knew that those were not tears but saliva.
His head was starting to feel dizzy. He didn't know if it was the effect of the strong liquor, but the wounds all over Zhao Litang's body began to hurt. But it wasn't the kind of pain that caused the skin to be cut and bleed. It seemed like there was something buried beneath those wounds, roaring and clamoring, trying to break through the restraint of the robe and rush out.
This kind of pain was even more unbearable. Zhao Litang frowned in pain and ripped open the collar of his shirt in annoyance.
"Mmmmmmm."
But the ** was not obedient and kept shaking her body, and her already loose robe soon revealed a large part of her slender waist.
Zhao Litang was dazzled by the video and suddenly became even more irritated. He raised his legs and stepped onto the bed, flipping the naked man over to lie on his back. However, because his hands were placed under his body, the naked man had to straighten his chest.
Zhao Litang spread her legs and sat on his waist, roughly pinching that thin white waist, and said harshly, "Don't make a sound!"
His voice was extremely hoarse, and now as he roared at the person beneath him, the soft calls suddenly disappeared, replaced by a slight tremor of fear and pain.
The disturbing voice disappeared, and Zhao Litang finally managed to regain a bit of his sanity. However, the delicate and smooth touch like silk and satin under his palm made his sanity fall apart again.
Subconsciously, he rubbed upwards along that slender waist, and before he knew it, the clothes of the person under him were torn into pieces.
This time, the struggling and whimpering sounds that had originally disappeared began again.
Zhao Litang simply tore off the cloth covering A Lanyue's mouth.
"General! You—"
Alan Yue was unable to utter the second half of the sentence as his lips and tongue were violently snatched open by a rough and domineering force, and then his entire mouth was firmly occupied. The root of his tongue was slightly numbed by the sucking, and the knocking of the teeth on his soft tongue and lips caused a piercing pain. Then the smell of blood spread between the two people's mouths and tongues.
There was no mercy or tenderness in Zhao Litang's actions, only brutal plunder and demand.
During the kiss, Alanyue felt his hands being untied. He moved them to his chest, trying to push away the person on top of him, but then his hands were grabbed again, raised above his head, and then tied to the headboard.
The soft object attached to her mouth was finally removed. Alan Yue took a deep breath and cried, "General! Let me go! Please let me go..."
The rest of the words were blocked by a hand, along with the moans and whimpers, which were sealed in the throat.
Zhao Litang covered his mouth to prevent him from making any sound, but leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Isn't this what you wanted? Hmm? A Lanyue."
After she finished speaking, a heart-wrenching pain made Alan Yue open her mouth wide. She wanted to moan in pain but could only shake her head with tears in her eyes.
No, that's not what he wanted.
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This is not the kind of general he wants.
Zhao Litang was extremely crazy, so crazy that he had lost all his rationality. His eyes were always red, and he didn't care about his methods and strength at all.
His heart was already blinded by the hatred that was growing wildly, and he just wanted to vent out all that he had been suppressing for days.
Those who deceived and betrayed him must be taken back!
From time to time, a few dark shadows flashed outside the tent, and Zhao Litang knew that they were people sent by Amul to monitor him.
Okay, if they like to listen, then let them listen to it to their heart’s content!
He untied the red silk at the head of the bed, carried the person under him to the quilt on the ground, kicked the quilt directly to the door of the tent, and then lay down on it with the person on top.
A person who was originally calm, self-controlled, gentle and kind could also become so cruel, bloodthirsty and violent.
The great general who had fought bravely on the battlefield, for the first time treated his body as a battlefield, and then galloped madly, invincible.
The next day, when Zhao Litang woke up, he was the only one left in the tent. The mess around him reminded him of what happened last night. There were also pools of blood, and he didn't know where they came from.
He put on his clothes and walked to the door of the tent, only to find that someone was guarding outside and not letting him out.
It is much better than before. I don’t have to be tied up or whipped anymore.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the tent, and then Amul walked into the tent with a cold face.
Zhao Litang smiled and said, "You came in alone, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Amul kicked Zhao Litang directly in the chest, causing him to step back a few steps and half-kneel on the ground, then spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"Kill me?" Amul walked over and stepped on Zhao Litang's injured leg. He exerted so much force that the bones made a crackling sound.
"I know your injuries best. I can cripple your leg right now. What can you use to kill me?"
"Ha," Zhao Litang said with a chuckle without even frowning, "Okay, if you cripple me, your brother will only have a crippled husband."
Amul's expression became even more ferocious. "You still know how to think about him? I thought you must have left a place for him in your heart, but you... you hurt him so badly! Do you still have any humanity! Yue'er did everything for you, but you are so cruel to him! If you were not afraid of Yue'er being sad, you would have died many times already!"
"Yes, he likes me and can't bear to kill me, so you won't kill me..."
Zhao Litang spat out blood again, but his tone was full of contempt, "… So, he is cheap, and you are cheap too."