In the Mongolian Pavilion, Hulagu looked at the beautiful woman bound in front of him. Her mature and plump skin, as smooth and delicate as satin, seemed to be able to pinch it out with water. Her plump figure made it difficult for women like West Asia and Eastern Europe to breathe. She was bound by a rope, but instead outlined her plump and round thighs, which looked particularly charming.
My bad mood that was disturbed by various things tonight improved a little: Mrs. Zhen, you can't escape from my palm after all.
Pooh!Mrs. Zhen turned her face and sighed secretly. Unexpectedly, she was arrested by the Mongolians as soon as she left the young master. He might be disappointed in me.
If you are not a beautiful woman, you are dead by this time.
Hulagu's eyes were unscrupulously patrolling the woman in front of him, with white skin like milk, her slender waist, and her fullness on her chest swelled up her clothes to the extreme, as if she would crack her clothes at any time. She was really a beauty, and she was worthy of being a wise and tricky Mrs. Zhen, who actually used such a trick to cover Zalantin and the others to escape successfully.
After the prince returns to China, one day he will make a comeback to avenge me.It fell into the hands of the Mongolians again, and Mrs. Zhen never thought she could still live, so she looked extremely calm.
Make a comeback?Just Zalandin?
Hulagu laughed loudly. The prosperous Hualazimo was destroyed by my Mongolian. What else can he do if a betrayed dog now?Originally, there was a wife who was a military advisor, but he could harass us from time to time. Now that he has no wife, he is just a Zalandin, which is not worth mentioning.
Mrs. Zhen shook her head: The prince is a hero and is destined to be defeated and not defeated. As long as she does not die, she will have a chance.
Since your prince is so important, after the talk of the important matter, Xulagu's face had a frivolous smile. Madam caused me to lose the opportunity to capture him. How do I plan to compensate me?
Mrs. Zhen frowned, as smart as she naturally understood the subtext in the other party's words: There are so many beautiful women around the prince, why bother to make things difficult for me? It's better to give me some happiness, and it's not in vain that we have been hostile for so many years.
Killing you is a waste of resources. Hulagu shook his head and gently slid across the mountains and valleys in front of her chest with the scimitar at her waist. After all, the wife was the number one beauty of Hualazimo back then. On the day when the city of Samarkand was broken, she accidentally let her escape, and even our sweating was heartbroken.
Mrs. Zhen spat and cursed: You Mongolian demons like you misogynistic wives and daughters so much, and sooner or later you will be retribution.
retribution?You weak will only comfort yourself with this. Xulagu stood up and looked at the sky in the north. My grandfather once said something that I have always agreed with, that is, "Defeat the enemy, eliminate them at the root, and seize all of them; make their married women cry and cry; ride the horses with smooth backs; use the belly of their beautiful concubines as pajamas and mats, stare at their rose cheeks and kiss, suck their pink sweet lips, this is the greatest pleasure for men!’
Hearing his words, Mrs. Zhen was so angry that she trembled all over: Shameless!
Hulagu didn't care: Oh, I remembered that the wife seemed to have been married to others back then. Unfortunately, on the day when the city of Samarkand was destroyed, your pretty fiancé died in battle. Unexpectedly, you were determined not to marry others again. Instead, you called yourself a wife, which made most people forget your real name.
When he heard him mention the old story, a deep hatred appeared in Mrs. Zhen's eyes: I just hate that I can't avenge him with my own hands!
It’s not that there is no chance, Hulagu smiled and told his wife last time that men will have much weaker defense when they are happiest, so you might as well give it a try.
If you dream, I will never serve you!
Mrs. Zhen's face was covered with a bright red color. I don't know if it was angry or shy. The last time she did have a similar idea to assassinate him, but in the end she found that Hulagu's martial arts were hidden, and all her plans were futile, so naturally it was impossible to try like that again.
That was a pity, but using force would be even more exciting. Hulagu approached her and brought an inexplicable sense of oppression. He has conquered countless countries over the years, and I like to hear the sound of their wives and daughters struggling and crying the most.
You... As the other party is getting closer and closer, even though Mrs. Zhen is determined, she can't help but feel a little desperate at this time. Death is not terrible. What's terrible is that she will suffer inexplicable humiliation, but that the other party is still his own enemy of killing her husband. If he is really defiled by him today, his fiancé would probably not be in peace underground.
Xulagu reached out to touch her clothes, and was about to reach into the collar to explore the amazing fullness when suddenly a panic sound came from outside the door: Prince, it’s not good!
While being disturbed in the mood, Hulagu suddenly turned around and said in a deep voice: I just ordered not to disturb me. If you can't give me a reason to be satisfied, today will be your death day next year.
A master rushed into the stewardship.The subordinate replied hurriedly.
Kill on the spot.
Xulagu snorted coldly, Master, the most important thing under Mongolian command is masters. If it were normal, he might also interrogate the other party’s identity and origin, but today the beauty is present, he doesn’t have the time to waste time on men.
But that man's martial arts skills are too high, we can't stop him.The subordinate said with some shame.
Can't stop it?
Hulagu couldn't react a little. What does it mean to be unable to stop it?
There are many talented people under Mongolia, and there are also the most elite warriors in the world. No assassin can get close to him for so many years, except for the old man in the mountains...
However, that was a killer organization that had been passed down for thousands of years, and this time there was only one person.
Prince, come out and take a look. This person is a little troublesome. It seems that he is Cailin, the master Yijian of Goryeo.
Fang Yeyu's figure also appeared outside the door, and the meaning of trouble was also heard from his nervous voice.
Seeing that Fang Yeyu was coming to invite him, Xu Lagu didn't dare to take it lightly, so he hurriedly got up. He just walked a few steps and turned around and pulled Mrs. Zhen: Madam, go out with me to see what the person who is right with our Great Mongol Empire ends.
He wanted to show off his strength in front of Mrs. Zhen. Whether it was power or other aspects, he wanted to completely conquer this woman from physical to soul.
Mrs. Zhen’s heart was not in trouble at this time. No matter how good the man came, he could not do anything to the many masters in Mongolia, unless it was that young man…
Her ending is already destined, and her mood is naturally without ripples without expectations.
After Hulagu went out, he asked Fang Yeyu: Shouldn’t Fu Cailin be in Goryeo? Why did he suddenly appear here?
Fang Yeyu also looked puzzled: I don’t know, but his swordsmanship is indeed Yi’s swordsmanship, and his realm is far higher than that of the Fu sisters. In this world, Fu Cailin is the only one who can reach this level of Yi’s swordsmanship.
Where did Huoshan go?Hulagu asked in a deep voice.
Fang Yeyu replied: The old man in the mountains has not come back yet, and he has had such a thing before, so he doesn't appear in the tent. Do I want me to send someone to invite him here?
Xulagu waved his hand: With the Shuiyue Sect and the others here, what if Fu Cailin comes?If Huoshan is here, it will add variables.
My bad mood that was disturbed by various things tonight improved a little: Mrs. Zhen, you can't escape from my palm after all.
Pooh!Mrs. Zhen turned her face and sighed secretly. Unexpectedly, she was arrested by the Mongolians as soon as she left the young master. He might be disappointed in me.
If you are not a beautiful woman, you are dead by this time.
Hulagu's eyes were unscrupulously patrolling the woman in front of him, with white skin like milk, her slender waist, and her fullness on her chest swelled up her clothes to the extreme, as if she would crack her clothes at any time. She was really a beauty, and she was worthy of being a wise and tricky Mrs. Zhen, who actually used such a trick to cover Zalantin and the others to escape successfully.
After the prince returns to China, one day he will make a comeback to avenge me.It fell into the hands of the Mongolians again, and Mrs. Zhen never thought she could still live, so she looked extremely calm.
Make a comeback?Just Zalandin?
Hulagu laughed loudly. The prosperous Hualazimo was destroyed by my Mongolian. What else can he do if a betrayed dog now?Originally, there was a wife who was a military advisor, but he could harass us from time to time. Now that he has no wife, he is just a Zalandin, which is not worth mentioning.
Mrs. Zhen shook her head: The prince is a hero and is destined to be defeated and not defeated. As long as she does not die, she will have a chance.
Since your prince is so important, after the talk of the important matter, Xulagu's face had a frivolous smile. Madam caused me to lose the opportunity to capture him. How do I plan to compensate me?
Mrs. Zhen frowned, as smart as she naturally understood the subtext in the other party's words: There are so many beautiful women around the prince, why bother to make things difficult for me? It's better to give me some happiness, and it's not in vain that we have been hostile for so many years.
Killing you is a waste of resources. Hulagu shook his head and gently slid across the mountains and valleys in front of her chest with the scimitar at her waist. After all, the wife was the number one beauty of Hualazimo back then. On the day when the city of Samarkand was broken, she accidentally let her escape, and even our sweating was heartbroken.
Mrs. Zhen spat and cursed: You Mongolian demons like you misogynistic wives and daughters so much, and sooner or later you will be retribution.
retribution?You weak will only comfort yourself with this. Xulagu stood up and looked at the sky in the north. My grandfather once said something that I have always agreed with, that is, "Defeat the enemy, eliminate them at the root, and seize all of them; make their married women cry and cry; ride the horses with smooth backs; use the belly of their beautiful concubines as pajamas and mats, stare at their rose cheeks and kiss, suck their pink sweet lips, this is the greatest pleasure for men!’
Hearing his words, Mrs. Zhen was so angry that she trembled all over: Shameless!
Hulagu didn't care: Oh, I remembered that the wife seemed to have been married to others back then. Unfortunately, on the day when the city of Samarkand was destroyed, your pretty fiancé died in battle. Unexpectedly, you were determined not to marry others again. Instead, you called yourself a wife, which made most people forget your real name.
When he heard him mention the old story, a deep hatred appeared in Mrs. Zhen's eyes: I just hate that I can't avenge him with my own hands!
It’s not that there is no chance, Hulagu smiled and told his wife last time that men will have much weaker defense when they are happiest, so you might as well give it a try.
If you dream, I will never serve you!
Mrs. Zhen's face was covered with a bright red color. I don't know if it was angry or shy. The last time she did have a similar idea to assassinate him, but in the end she found that Hulagu's martial arts were hidden, and all her plans were futile, so naturally it was impossible to try like that again.
That was a pity, but using force would be even more exciting. Hulagu approached her and brought an inexplicable sense of oppression. He has conquered countless countries over the years, and I like to hear the sound of their wives and daughters struggling and crying the most.
You... As the other party is getting closer and closer, even though Mrs. Zhen is determined, she can't help but feel a little desperate at this time. Death is not terrible. What's terrible is that she will suffer inexplicable humiliation, but that the other party is still his own enemy of killing her husband. If he is really defiled by him today, his fiancé would probably not be in peace underground.
Xulagu reached out to touch her clothes, and was about to reach into the collar to explore the amazing fullness when suddenly a panic sound came from outside the door: Prince, it’s not good!
While being disturbed in the mood, Hulagu suddenly turned around and said in a deep voice: I just ordered not to disturb me. If you can't give me a reason to be satisfied, today will be your death day next year.
A master rushed into the stewardship.The subordinate replied hurriedly.
Kill on the spot.
Xulagu snorted coldly, Master, the most important thing under Mongolian command is masters. If it were normal, he might also interrogate the other party’s identity and origin, but today the beauty is present, he doesn’t have the time to waste time on men.
But that man's martial arts skills are too high, we can't stop him.The subordinate said with some shame.
Can't stop it?
Hulagu couldn't react a little. What does it mean to be unable to stop it?
There are many talented people under Mongolia, and there are also the most elite warriors in the world. No assassin can get close to him for so many years, except for the old man in the mountains...
However, that was a killer organization that had been passed down for thousands of years, and this time there was only one person.
Prince, come out and take a look. This person is a little troublesome. It seems that he is Cailin, the master Yijian of Goryeo.
Fang Yeyu's figure also appeared outside the door, and the meaning of trouble was also heard from his nervous voice.
Seeing that Fang Yeyu was coming to invite him, Xu Lagu didn't dare to take it lightly, so he hurriedly got up. He just walked a few steps and turned around and pulled Mrs. Zhen: Madam, go out with me to see what the person who is right with our Great Mongol Empire ends.
He wanted to show off his strength in front of Mrs. Zhen. Whether it was power or other aspects, he wanted to completely conquer this woman from physical to soul.
Mrs. Zhen’s heart was not in trouble at this time. No matter how good the man came, he could not do anything to the many masters in Mongolia, unless it was that young man…
Her ending is already destined, and her mood is naturally without ripples without expectations.
After Hulagu went out, he asked Fang Yeyu: Shouldn’t Fu Cailin be in Goryeo? Why did he suddenly appear here?
Fang Yeyu also looked puzzled: I don’t know, but his swordsmanship is indeed Yi’s swordsmanship, and his realm is far higher than that of the Fu sisters. In this world, Fu Cailin is the only one who can reach this level of Yi’s swordsmanship.
Where did Huoshan go?Hulagu asked in a deep voice.
Fang Yeyu replied: The old man in the mountains has not come back yet, and he has had such a thing before, so he doesn't appear in the tent. Do I want me to send someone to invite him here?
Xulagu waved his hand: With the Shuiyue Sect and the others here, what if Fu Cailin comes?If Huoshan is here, it will add variables.
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