MTL - Dianxia Qingcheng-Chapter 239 Extra Story: Tangyue 8 is cheap

Zhao Litang was chained to his hands and feet and escorted all the way back to the barbarian army camp.

After such a long lapse, the barbarians have already captured several cities in the Celestial Dynasty. Amule deliberately counted with Zhao Litang, and when he saw his hateful and painful eyes, he felt relieved.

In fact, Amule has already tracked down Zhao Litang's whereabouts, but he has not ordered him to be taken back. Then crush his hopes with your own hands.

It also crushed the enemy general who had slaughtered countless barbarian soldiers.

However, it can be regarded as indirect use of his younger brother Alanyue.

But it doesn't matter, after the edges and corners of Zhao Litang are smoothed out, Amule has a generous gift to give to his younger brother.

Zhao Litang was detained again in the familiar camp, and even the soldiers guarding him were the same.

Sometimes Zhao Litang will have an illusion, is it all just a dream, he has never escaped from this camp, and Alanyue has never betrayed him.

The daily flogging and torture of changing the law, but the difference is that this time no one came to visit him again, and to apply medicine to his wounds.

Day after day, I don't know how long, the cruel torture with no purpose and no end can kill people's will. After a long time, Zhao Litang's eyes became more and more empty, and the color inside gradually disappeared.

He was still hung on that wooden frame, like a lifeless dead man.

Amule was satisfied.

He let Zhao Litang down, settled in a tent, sent someone to treat his wounds and put him in new clothes.

Zhao Litang didn't react at all, and let others play with it. His eyes were dark and heavy but not focused. He silently hid behind his black hair, as if he was not curious about the busy people in front of him.

The whole barracks was filled with a cheerful atmosphere, and those who didn't know thought that something happy happened in the barracks.

It is indeed a happy event. The little prince of the barbarian tribe is getting married, and he is going to marry a great general of the former Celestial Dynasty.

The voices of doubt and dissatisfaction were all over the place, and they were all suppressed by Amule. Anyone who dared to gossip behind their backs should be dealt with by military law immediately.

This is the generous gift that Amule gave to Alanyue. He asked Zhao Litang to marry Alanyue, and from then on, he joined the barbarian royal family and served for the barbarians in the future.

Amule knew that Zhao Litang would not agree, so he did not intend to seek his consent at all. He did not even seek Alanyue's consent. Regardless of his brother's cry and struggle, he ordered Alanyue to wear a red wedding dress. When they were tied, they were thrown into the Xixi tent.

He knew that A Lanyue liked what Zhao Litang liked and could abandon him, and he also knew that getting married to Zhao Litang must be something that his younger brother dared not dream of.

Pushing the boat smoothly, raw rice cooks mature rice.

When the two really have the reality of husband and wife, then Zhao Litang will have to be willing, and will have to be willing.

Even if he didn't give up, he still wanted to return to the Celestial Dynasty. At that time, as a barbarian royal family, even if he went back to the Celestial Dynasty, it was impossible to accept him again.

So he can only be left in the barbarian forever.

A Lanyue's eyes and mouth were tightly covered with silk and satin, her hands and feet were bound, and she was thrown onto a soft and spacious bed, covered with a bright red quilt.

The person under the quilt was struggling, but couldn't move at all, and could only wait for someone to rescue him.

Zhao Litang was also escorted into this camp.

The noisy voices could still be heard outside. Just now, the group of people pressed him to let him and Alanyue worship, and poured him a jar of spirits, and now he is still burning in his belly full of holes. , reddened his deep eyes.

Zhao Litang was also wearing a red wedding dress, which made her face even more attractive, but in fact, the body under her wedding dress was still full of unhealed scars. With a little effort, it might burst and bleed. .

Especially the leg that was bitten by the wolf. I don't know what medicine Amule gave him. The wound has never healed, and it even cracked deeper and heavier. It was so terrifying, but Zhao Litang couldn't use any strength to walk, so he could only walk to the bed with a slight limp.

- The dazzling red quilt on the bed was lifted directly to the ground, and the person lying on the bed **** with five flowers was revealed.

The small body was lying on his side, his hands were tightly bound behind him, and although he tried his best to arch his body, he could still see the slender and thin body curves and the slender waist that was deeply sunken.

Then there are the bare feet bound by red satin, the white and delicate insteps were streaked with faint red marks, and the toes continued to rub and pull uneasy, trying to get out of the silk.

Alanyue's body froze, and knowing that someone had lifted the quilt, he began to raise his head and wake up, trying to attract the attention of the people beside the bed.

Zhao Litang's eyes had already been completely fixed on him, and when he saw that the red silk that was attached to his eyes seemed to be soaked wet, it was tightly attached to the plain and beautiful face, and the one who covered his mouth. There was also a bit of moisture on the top, and it shone with crystal clear light under the candlelight.

Zhao Litang knew that it was not tears, but body fluids.

His head was dizzy and he didn't know if the spirits had played a role. The wounds on Zhao Litang's body began to ache, but it wasn't the kind of pain that would bleed when the flesh was cut open. There was something buried in it. Beneath those wounds, Pentium was screaming, trying to break through the shackles of the robe, and dashed out directly.

The pain was even more unbearable, Zhao Litang frowned, irritably pulling open the front of his shirt.

"uh uh uh uh"

The person on the bed was not honest, and kept shaking his body, and his loose robes revealed a large white waist after a while.

Zhao Litang was caught in the eyes by that paragraph, and she became even more irritable. She raised her legs and stepped onto the bed, and turned the person on the bed to lie on her back. However, because her hands were under her body, the person on the bed could not stand upright. Get up your chest.

Zhao Litang sat across his waist with his legs apart, rudely grabbed the thin white waist, and said fiercely, "Don't make a sound!"

His voice was hoarse, and now he roared at the person below him, the soft call disappeared immediately, followed by a trembling with fear and pain.

The disturbing voice disappeared, and Zhao Litang finally managed to regain a trace of reason, but the delicate and smooth touch of silk under the palm of his hand caused his reason to fall apart again.

Subconsciously, he followed the slender waist up to the mana, and before he knew it, the robe of the person below him was torn to pieces.

This time, the struggle and whimper that had disappeared, started again.

Zhao Litang simply tore off the piece of cloth covering Alanyue's mouth.

"General! You—"

In the second half of the sentence, A Lanyue couldn't say it out. His lips and tongue were fiercely slapped open by a brutal and domineering force, and then the entire mouth was firmly occupied, the base of his tongue was faintly numb from sucking, and his teeth were knocked on the ground. There was a sharp pain on the soft tongue and lips, and then the **** breath spread between the two of them.

Zhao Litang's actions did not show any pity or tenderness, but only fierce plunder and demand.

During the kiss, Alanyue felt that his hands were being untied. He moved to his chest, trying to push away the person who was pressing on him, but then his hands were caught again, raised to the top of his head, and then tied to the bedside post.

The soft object attached to her mouth was finally removed, and Alanyue took a deep breath and cried, "General! Let me go! Please let me go..."

The rest of the words were blocked by the palm of the hand, and together with those moans and whimpers, they were sealed in the throat.

Zhao Litang covered his mouth to keep him from making a sound, but leaned over to his ear and said, "Isn't this what you want? Hmm? Alanyue."

After she finished speaking, a burst of heart-piercing pain made Alanyue open her mouth wide, but she could only shake her head desperately with tears in her eyes when she wanted to cry in pain.

No, that's not what he wants.

He didn't want such a general.

Zhao Litang was very crazy, he lost all his reason madly, his eyes were always red, and he didn't care about his means and strength at all.

He has been blinded by the hatred that has grown wildly in his heart, and he just wants to vent all the repression he has suppressed these days.

Those who deceived him and betrayed him must be brought back!

From time to time, a few dark shadows flashed outside the camp, and Zhao Litang knew that it was the person sent by Amule to monitor him.

Okay, don't you like to listen, then let them listen to enough!

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 pressed the person to lie down.

People who were originally calm and self-controlled, gentle and genial, will become so cruel, bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

A general who was born and died on the battlefield, for the first time, regarded a person's body as a battlefield, and then galloped wildly, invincible.

The next day, when Zhao Litang woke up, he was the only one left in the tent. The chaos around him reminded him of what happened last night. There was still blood on the bed. I don't know where it came from.

When he got dressed and walked to the entrance of the tent, he found that someone was guarding him outside.

It's much better than before, and I won't be **** again, and I won't have to endure whipping anymore.

Footsteps suddenly came from outside the tent, and then Amule walked into the tent alone with a cold face.

Zhao Litang pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, "You come in alone, and you are not afraid of me killing you?"

Amule kicked Zhao Litang directly in the chest, kicking him back a few steps and half kneeling on the ground, and then spit out a large mouthful of blood.

"Kill me?" Amule came over, stepped on Zhao Litang's injured leg, and exerted such force that the bones rattled.

"I know your injury best. I can abolish your leg right now. What are you doing to kill me!"

"Heh," Zhao Litang said with a light smile without frowning, "Okay, if you abandon me, your younger brother can only have a crippled husband."

Amule's expression became even more fierce, "You still know how to think about him? I thought you must have reserved a place for him, but you...you hurt him so badly! Do you still have any humanity! What Er does is for you, you are good, you are really cruel to him! If you were not afraid that Yue Er would be sad, you would have died many times!"

"Yeah, he likes me and is reluctant to kill me, so you won't kill me..."

Zhao Litang spat out blood again, but his tone was contemptuous, "...So, he is cheap, and so are you."