"Hmph!" The Prairie King suddenly felt annoyed.
Even he himself didn't know where this anger came from. In fact, for these nobles on the grassland, the so-called women are just playthings and property. In the past, the Prairie King often exchanged female pets with his subordinates and even his sons for fun, and even rewarded his women to his subordinates or his sons.
Such a custom is undoubtedly "barbaric" and "immoral" in the eyes of the Roland people.
But at this moment, the Prairie King looked at the girl standing quietly in front of him, and suddenly had an urge to possess her completely!
Yes, full possession! fully! Belongs to myself alone! No one is allowed to covet the slightest! !
So, with a trace of dissatisfaction and annoyance, he quickly waved his hand and asked someone to take Hanyue down. When he looked into the eyes of his favorite sons and was still reluctantly staring at Hanyue's back, the Prairie King finally couldn't help but slapped the wine glass heavily on the table.
"snort!!"
Then, the King of the Prairie, with an angry expression on his face, turned around and walked out of the banquet tent without saying a word, leaving everyone inside looking at each other in blank dismay.
But only, Saladin, a faint sneer slipped across his face. However, in order to hide this expression, he quickly picked up the golden cup, pretended to be drinking, and blocked his face... He couldn't wait to push away the beautiful maids on both sides who were trying to help him—these women were all his favorites, but today they were in front of him. In his eyes, there was not even a trace of charm.
He almost crashed into his tent, and then heard an exclamation from inside, the beautiful girl turned around and looked at him in horror.
Without a word of nonsense, the Prairie King quickly removed the armor on his body, and then swooped forward with all his might. Hanyue sighed sadly in her heart, but fell down on the ground in a cooperative manner, and then struggled symbolically a few times, before being crushed under her body by the Prairie King.
The Prairie King felt the trembling of the delicate girl under his body, but this trembling aroused the impulse in his heart even more. He grabbed Hanyue's hands. Then he tore off her clothes vigorously, and when the rough fingers finally touched the girl's delicate skin, Hanyue had already closed her eyes.
Chi Chi several times, the clothes were torn, and the Prairie King was panting violently. And when his hands strangled Hanyue's neck, it seemed as if he had grabbed something. Hanyue on the ground suddenly opened her eyes and struggled vigorously.
Her struggle was no longer symbolic, but struggled with all her strength, and finally she finally managed to grab that thing from the Grassland King's hand as she wished—a soft and round pearl.
The Prairie King didn't care why this girl valued a pearl so much, he was all interested in her body...
Soon, the man's heavy breathing and the girl's painful cry came from the tent... This night. The Prairie King seemed to feel that he had returned to his youth, on the body of this girl who filled him with desire. He seemed to feel that he had endless energy and physical strength! All night long, when the girl barks louder. He seemed to feel that the desire to conquer in his heart was stronger!
until dawn. He himself can't remember how many times he raped this girl. Only at the end, when he came out of the tent in the morning. Only then did I feel that my legs were weak and my eyes were a little dizzy.
And next to it, when several royal court warriors guarding outside the tent saw their king walking out, everyone was shocked suddenly! Someone even exclaimed.
This... is this our king? ! !
The Prairie King, who originally retained his mighty demeanor, seemed to be ten years older. A few wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were no longer as bright as before, and became a little cloudy, and... also mixed with a few traces of tyranny and anxious.
The Prairie King has the habit of riding a horse every morning, but this morning, when he tried to get on the horse, he suddenly became staggering, almost unable to get on the horse, almost fell down, and with the help of the guards, he barely managed to sit on the horse. Immediately.
All this made the Grassland King's heart sink! !
During the day, during the discussions in the golden tent, everyone noticed the change in their king. Everyone could see the exhaustion and aging of the Prairie King... Even when he was discussing matters, he obviously couldn't concentrate, and he sat there as if he was drowsy.
Moreover, he unexpectedly became manic and irritable! When a general couldn't help asking a few questions, the king suddenly burst into anger. He slammed the table and stood up, pointing at the other party and yelling: "Do you think I am old! Do you think I can't do it anymore! Think I can't be a king anymore! Think I can't hold you bastards down anymore! Get out!" Get out! Get out! You bastard! Someone! Drag him out! A hundred lashes! A hundred lashes!
Afterwards, the Prairie King shook his body a few times and sat down heavily. He was panting rapidly and his chest heaved uncontrollably.
He looked at the terrified eyes of everyone below, and when he saw his favorite sons, he suddenly remembered the greedy eyes of these boys when they looked at Hanyue at the banquet last night... he Suddenly, a wave of extreme disgust and anger arose in my heart!
Afterwards, he ignored everyone's eyes, staggered out of the big tent, and quickly returned to his own tent. Pushing away the maid beside her, she rushed in quickly. When he saw Hanyue wearing a light gauze and washing his body with clean water, there were still many bruises on that delicate skin... It was the traces left by his tyranny last night.
Suddenly, a flame was ignited in his heart!
He felt angry, angry, very angry!
He needs to vent!
So, he pounced on it again, and pressed Hanyue under him in one fell swoop, even though the girl was screaming and the water basin next to her was knocked over, she didn't shake his impulse.
It was only when he was pressed against this girl that he seemed to regain his energy. Your own strength, your own majesty! It seems that only in her body can I recover such a majestic prairie king! I seem to have endless energy! 〉Talking about Chen Tian, the warriors didn’t see their king coming out of the tent. It wasn’t until the sun rose above their heads that the sound of hobbled footsteps came from the tent. Then the curtain opened. When everyone saw Wang's appearance, everyone was shocked! !
The king's face is covered with wrinkles, his originally brown hair is faintly pale, and his temples are gray... Where is the majesty of the king who shocked the grassland? He seems to be a weak place. Aging old man!
This time, he couldn't even get on the horse. With the joint support of several warriors, he managed to sit on the horse, but his body was a little crooked. On this day, in the tent, Wang's aging surprised everyone. This old guy. Even seeing an empty seat in the tent, he was furious: "Why is there one person missing!! The royal court is discussing matters. How dare someone not come!!"
Then, the person next to him reminded him in a low voice. The absent one. It was yesterday that he was ordered to whip a hundred lashes and was recuperating at home.
Look at the people below. Facing the puzzled and even puzzled look cast by him, the Prairie King felt his dignity was deeply stabbed! ! He was very angry, and he was even more terrified. He also faintly felt his own aging and weakness, but, as a king of the grassland who respected strength, he was afraid of being said that he was weak! Because of that, he will lose his majesty even more! !
"The weaker a person is, the more he will use bluff to emphasize his strength." Saladin suddenly remembered such a sentence. The person who said this was not someone else, but his current backer—Duke Tulip, that young duke with a gentle smile on his face, even a bit feminine.
The Prairie King is angry! He is very angry!
He himself didn't understand where this kind of anger came from, as if this kind of anger was devouring his soul to his heart's content, a raging evil fire burned himself, making him almost explode, and he wished he could find a place to vent it immediately!
Finally, less than half of the day's discussion, the angry Prairie King ordered a close minister to be executed, just because this guy didn't look him in the eye when talking to him!
"What are you afraid of! Are you afraid of me!! You are still disrespectful to me in your heart, so you dare not look me in the eyes!!" Prairie King was almost furious, and then he jumped up in front of everyone, pulled out his The scimitar slashed at the poor guy's head with one blow, blood sprayed, hot blood sprayed on his face, the Prairie King was stimulated by the blood, as if he finally got a little relief after venting.
But then, he looked at those surprised eyes in the tent, and boundless irritability surged in his heart again!
These guys...you, why are you looking at me like this! I'm not old yet! There is no old and faint! ≡Xi Huaiwei rushed out of his tent as if fleeing, and then staggered out. He didn't go back to his tent directly, although he really wanted to go back and see the woman who made him crazy... But at this moment, he was still a king after all, and an instinctive vigilance was born in his heart. He also faintly felt that something was wrong, and he needed to think carefully.
Finally, he wandered outside the royal court for a long time. The wind in the prairie seemed to calm the restlessness in his heart. He decided to go back and have a look. That woman... Could it be that she...
When he annoyed to drive away the guards around him, and walked back to his tent, he saw a few maids outside the tent from a distance, looking at him with some fear and surprise. Suddenly, he vaguely guessed something in his heart.
Sure enough, he ran over angrily. Outside, he heard a man's urgent voice and a woman's low cry of resistance. Indifferent, but her face still showed panic. She sat in the tent, put on her clothes, and waited quietly.
Sure enough, in the morning, a young man walked in. Hanyue knew that this was a certain son of the Prairie King... As for which one, Hanyue didn't care.
is there any difference? These guys, they only look at themselves with greedy eyes, and then imagine tearing their clothes apart for the first time. Then put yourself under the body.
The man was a little panicked when he came in, but the first moment he saw himself, Hanyue saw the desire in his eyes, and then she immediately exclaimed a few times. This stimulated the other party even more.
Not a word. This man was about to pull her hand, as if she wanted to take her away, Hanyue struggled a few times, during the struggle, she skillfully tore her clothes. Showing her delicate and human legs.
She saw this man swallow hard a few times, and then pushed him up desperately...
At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted. The Prairie King roared, and rushed in with a scimitar in hand. The young man immediately trembled in fright, and then he jumped up like a rabbit, and then quickly avoided the scimitar's slash.
But at this time, Hanyue cleverly tripped him with her own body.
"Ah..." There was a short scream.
Soon, the warriors outside the king's court heard the voice here. When they gathered around, they saw with their own eyes that the sixth prince, the king of grassland's favorite, rushed out of the tent covered in blood. The expression was very panicked, and the sixth prince fell on his lap. Was hacked. The blood flowed non-stop.
Then the Prairie King rushed out roaring, holding his golden scimitar. After chasing after him, and in full view of everyone, he slashed his son's back with a knife!
The scimitar pierced through the chest, and the sixth prince fell down before he could even cry out. At this time, the nearby warriors gathered around and rushed over. Some tried to support their king, while others rushed to see the life and death of the sixth prince.
"You guys! Are you turning against me too!!"
The Prairie King's eyes were red, and he quickly cut down a warrior who was trying to help him. At this moment, he heard a cry, and his other son ran over, this is his eleventh son.
Seeing this guy, a vicious thought came to the Prairie King's heart!
"You! What are you doing here too! You are thinking about that woman too, do you want to steal her away!!"
His eyes were red, and he suddenly ran over like a raging lion. Before the young son could cry out, he was slashed on the neck with a knife, and fell sideways.
His last words were: "Father... I, I just heard the exclamation, come and see..." Get out! roll! Get out of here!
The king of the grassland threw away the scimitar forcefully, and he took a few steps back forcefully, looking at the surrounding warriors and the generals who surrounded him: "Everyone, get out! Put these corpses here! Don't let them die!" Touch! No one is allowed to touch!
He suddenly ran back to his tent, the Prairie King saw Hanyue, who was sitting there, her clothes were torn, her slender legs were exposed outside, and her chest was open, revealing a rounded arc.
"You! You... It's all you! It's all you!!"
The Prairie King roared, and rushed forward violently. At the same time, he tore off Hanyue's clothes fiercely, and separated her Hanyue forcefully. There was no sadness in her heart, and she even felt coldly that the Prairie King's anger entered her. body, and then, almost immediately...
The Grassland King felt that the valve of his desire was suddenly and completely opened. He felt the strength, vitality, and everything in his whole body quickly vented out. Finally, a trace of hopeless fear arose in his heart!
Finally, he roared loudly, and on Hanyue's body, his body trembled violently, and then he fell down limply, blood flowed out from his mouth, nose, and eyes! !
Hanyue silently pushed the dead man away, then sat up, she pulled her clothes.
She heard exclamations and hurried footsteps outside the tent. She didn't panic, but walked to a mirror in the tent. Standing in front of the mirror, she gently brushed her hair.
In the mirror, I was still as beautiful as before, and my eyes were still as tranquil as the moonlight.
"I... My name is Hanyue." She looked at herself in the mirror: "Your Duke, he said... he said, I am beautiful."
In the end, she held the pearl she wore around her neck with her fingers, and then fiercely bit the pill hidden in her teeth... a ball.
The king's two favorite princes were killed by him, and then people saw the dead king and the woman's body in the king's tent.
In addition to being extremely surprised, there are also some clear-headed people who immediately thought of an urgent question!
The forces on the grassland are about to be re-ranked!
After receiving the news, the three princes immediately ran back to their tents, and then busily mobilized their troops, while the generals were also busy running around quickly.
The sound of fighting, hooves rising, hissing...
Ironically, no one cared about the two bodies in the tent. But in the midst of all this busyness, no one noticed that Saladin, the king's youngest son, quietly left the royal court with all his troops and subordinates early this morning, far away up.
"Kill it! Grab it! When you have killed enough and are exhausted, that is when I come back again!!"