Chapter 61: Profitable to the Great River

As the leader of the Menger tribe, Damansa has killed countless people in his life and has extensive knowledge. Except for the immortal heaven on the grassland, he has always scoffed at other monsters and monsters.

However, the terrifying scene happened in front of him, just like an evil ghost catching his soul, causing his belief to collapse.

His two sons, watching the two grown up, were holding their bloody heads and laughing wildly. The laughter was hoarse and desperate, as if the demonic wind blew out of hell, circling and echoing in the entire felt bag

Mengtuo! Wuba!!

Damansa roared sharply, the laughter of the two headless corpses shocked and frightened him, and the sudden loss of his son made him sad. He was about to make some moves, but suddenly he felt dizzy in front of him, and then he was unconscious.

Just as Damansa fell to the ground, three figures appeared in the yurt. One of them wore a hat and a hunched body, like an old fishing man, one with a thick limbs and a greasy face, like a butcher on the street, and one with a big belly and a smiling face, like a smiling Buddha

These three people appeared in the yurt like ghosts, and seemed to have been standing there for a long time, but others could not see them. It was not until the dust settled, and they revealed their true bodies.

Boss, the third sister's medicine is getting more and more powerful. Ordinary people can't tell the truth at all. It seems that this assassination of Hermamenggen should be almost certain! The short butcher smiled and looked eager to try it out.

Not necessarily, Hermangen is famous, and there are countless personal guards around him, and there are also guards from Wushan Sect masters, so they cannot be approached easily. The hunchbacked old man shook his head, not saying anything

In any case, I have to give it a try. If I hadn't escorted the Fairy of Zhongnan, I wouldn't have been to this wilderness. If I couldn't get here, I wouldn't have met Hermenggen. This is all God's will

A woman's voice came from the felt door. Next to the corpses of Mengtuo and Wuba, there was still one standing. The man was dressed in red and had a gloomy face, but he was an old woman from the village of scepter.

Hearing the old woman's words, the hunchbacked man smiled and said: Well, the four monsters in Jiangnan have come for this. If we can kill this Hela Menggen, we will be willing to take advantage of this life!

It turns out that these four people are the famous Four Monsters of Jiangnan in the martial arts world. As the saying goes, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, let alone when the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, the people with ambition sacrifice their lives and forget to die. Although the Four Monsters of Jiangnan are aliens, they can't help but save their country and are chivalrous. After a moment of discussion, the four people gave up their family and abandoned their careers and went to the vast grassland.

The road is high and the river is long. Four people set out from Liangzhe area, crossing the Yangtze River, crossing the Yellow River, crossing mountains and ridges, sleeping in the open air. They finally arrived at Huaiyin City. The border was in sight, but were blocked by the dog official. Fortunately, they met Zhou Yong and the fairy Zhongnan and his party, so they designed the pass.

Unexpectedly, the sky came like a shadow, and they were entrusted with each other. After a lot of trouble in the Ata tribe, they got rid of the pursuit and set off on their way again.

After these twists and turns, the four monsters in Jiangnan also realized the dangers on the grassland, so after they parted with Zhou Yong and his group, they were always worried.

Now that the fairy of Zhongnan has lost all his martial arts, Zhou Yong and Ling'er have no power to tie up a chicken, and relying solely on Zuo Jianqing to protect Zhouquan, it is a risky one.

Zhou Yongyu and others have kindness, but they are not gentlemen without repaying their kindness. The four monsters in Jiangnan are not ungrateful people, so after a moment of discussion, the four decided to follow Zhou Yong and his party and secretly escort them.

After more than ten days of departure, the grass and trees gradually became thinner and the cold air was so hot that it was until it arrived at the Chahar tribe that there was no danger. Then it quietly separated from Zhou Yong and his group and began the real purpose of this trip.

Originally, they wanted to return the same way, find the main force of the Mongolian army, sneak into the depths of the central army, and then perform assassination.

However, I didn't expect that the plan did not change quickly. Just two days later, I learned about the whereabouts of the commander of the Mongolian army, Hermenggen, from this small Menger tribe, and then the scene just happened.

The four of them looked at each other, and an indescribable solemnity arose in their hearts. Hermenggen held a heavy army and was very prominent. This was the first time they took action, and it might be the last time.

On the dark field, the wind was howling and the cold air was blowing. A team wearing armor was walking silently, like a wriggling beast under the starry night

They met more than 200 people, black armored and black cavalry, and were full of murderous auras. When they looked closely, they were all elite soldiers of a hundred battles, and ghosts and gods avoided them.

In the center of the Black Rider, several moving felt bags were guarded. The felt bags were pulled by more than ten strong horses. The lights were brightly lit inside, and the figures danced, looking like a huge lantern from a distance.

Compared with the strong wind and cold outside, there are flowers and wine in the lanterns, singing and dancing, like two worlds

Opening the closed felt door, I saw a silk bed in the felt bag of more than a meter, and a tiger's skin was used as a quilt. The golden cups and jade wares were dazzling, like a dazzling treasure cave.

In the middle of the felt bag, there was a very tall man with a hideous face, scars all over his body, and his thighs were as thick as an ordinary person's waist. You can imagine how brave he would be during the battle. This man was Hela Menggen, the left wing chief general of the Mongolian army!

He was naked on the tiger skin, admiring the beautiful charm of the dancer in front of him, and there were several beautiful female slaves beside him serving with all their hearts. Some pinched their shoulders, some rubbed their legs, and some fell under his crotch, caring for his big meat cock with the most expensive medicine and stroking his heavy egg bag

Hermagen's tall body is one of the best in Mongolian countries. He was named the best warrior in the grassland by Khan. He is so tall that he also has a big cock of the same proportion. He is dark and long, and is thicker than his arms. Few women can survive. Some people are killed by it, and they are really guilty.

Hermagen turned over slightly, spread his legs, revealing his hideous cock. The youngest and most beautiful female slave was shyly bent under his crotch and began to give him oral sex.

This is the latest female slave from Hermenggen. I heard that he was born in a famous family in Jiangnan, well-educated and polite, and has a beautiful figure since childhood. Many people have tried their best to see her and devoted everything, but in the end it fell into his hands.

Tsk tsk, Jiangnan women are better than those on the grassland. They have smooth skin and tender flesh, and even eating dicks is pleasing to the eye... Hramenggan exclaimed, reached out to hold the girl's head, and pushed her tightly under her crotch.

Hehe, I don’t know that this is Su Yuyao, a famous talented woman in the water town of Jiangnan. She is only seventeen years old this year. How many men are reluctant to ask for it, but now they fall under your crotch. It’s really envious to others...

An obscene voice came, and it turned out that there was a man sitting next to Hermagen. He had a fat head and ears, a waist and abdomen. He was as fat as a pool of wriggling fat, which looked disgusting and annoying.

This is the headquarters of Hermenggen. It is guarded by heavy troops and it is difficult to fly birds. Those who can appear here must be extremely important.

Haha, you monk, you have killed a lot of wine and flesh. Don't worry about my appetite. I will give her to you later and let you have a good time... Hermagen laughed, very generous. Women are just tools to him. As long as they can win over the master in front of him for his use, it doesn't matter how many women there are.

This fat monk, named Wu Xi, was a first-class master in the Southern Song Dynasty martial arts world and a first-class evil man. He was called Wu Xi Monk together with another dead Wu Xi

These two people were bloody and committed many evil deeds. They caused many bloody storms in the world. They were eventually unable to withstand by the righteous path and fled to the northern grasslands and worshipped under the Wushan National Master.

Under the guidance of the national teacher, Monk Yuexi's martial arts went further. He wanted to show his skills at the Martial Arts Conference, but he didn't expect to meet Zhou Botong, a legendary master of Transformation. Another leader of the Demon Sect came out of nowhere and had to return in disgrace. Even Wu Bei died in the Martial Arts Conference.

After that, the grassland began to be frequently mobilized, preparing to attack the Southern Song Dynasty in large numbers. The southern martial arts world, which had been noticed, also quickly launched operations. One by one, the southern ghosts appeared in the grasslands, and gradually formed power and began to assassinate powerful generals in a planned manner and destroy the Mongolian army's dispatch. Hermenggen naturally became the target of assassination.

For this reason, the national teacher specially sent Wushan Sect masters to start a secret battle with the Southern Ghost, and Monk Wuxi specially came to protect Hela Menggen.

In just one month, Hermenggen has encountered several assassinations, one of which even almost died. Fortunately, Monk Wuxi was by his side, so he was safe and sound.

Therefore, Hermenggen was very fond of Wuxi, and the two of them were almost inseparable, and the women who received were also rewarded with him.

Hearing the words of Hela Menggen, Wu Xi shook his head and said with a smile: I am not aware of the beauty of others. Besides, the beautiful wife is my favorite. For example, this splash woman. If I hadn't been to get her, I wouldn't have been chased to the grassland. Was it... Mrs. Mu?

As the monk said, patted the woman under his crotch. It turned out that under him, there was also a beautiful naked wife kneeling. She was so mature and graceful, charming and seductive, like a ripe peach, attracting people to have a feast.

The originally graceful and noble wife and mother have now become a sex slave with no dignity. They kneel under the crotch of the husband-killing enemy and shamelessly licking his big cock

It turned out that the monk Shuxi fell in love with Mrs. Mu at first sight, but how could she, as a wife, beg her two lewd monks?

So in anger, the monk Shixi and Monk started a massacre and slaughtered the entire Mu family overnight

This time, a taboo was violated. As a famous family, the Mu family had its own power. Just when the monk Shixi was about to commit sexual intercourse against Mrs. Mu, a group of righteous masters arrived and chased the two of them all the way to Mengguo before they stopped.

Hela Menggen generally knew the grudge between Monk Wuxi and Mrs. Mu, and could better understand the excitement and pleasure that the lustful monk was more intense than other women when he was fucking her, so he smiled and said: Since that's the case, let's try it and see which of these bitch women conceived first!

Haha! Very good! Then I will start first!

The lustful monk laughed and stepped on Mrs. Mu's back, making her turn around, her plump white buttocks raised high, facing her big dick

The beautiful wife is already an enemy's sex slave, and can only do it according to the wishes of the lewd monk, lifting her buttocks against her chest, bent her waist, and giving out her precious fat buttocks and pussy, and awaiting shamelessly for her enemy's invasion.

What a lowly Mrs. Mu, no matter how beautiful and noble you are, you will be drowned by me in the end and become my sex slave! Next, let’s see how I can fertilize you and let you get pregnant and breed! The lewd monk said, and he thrust his crotch hard, and his sinful cock instantly penetrated into his wife's body.

With the man's cheerful cry and the shame of his wife, the huge felt bag instantly became lewd. Two lewd men and seven or eight female slaves began to have sex wildly, and the huge carriage swayed...

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the wind is getting smaller, and more than two hundred black riders are hugging the moving felt bags and gradually drift away, and finally arrives at the Menger tribe ahead.

The road is getting wider, and there are some felt bags on both sides. With the help of the faint moonlight, you can vaguely see that at the end of the road, dozens of felt bags are leaning against each other, like a group of white giant beasts standing quietly in front of you.

For some reason, the familiar felt bag is a little unfamiliar at this moment, as if something is brewing inside, revealing a strange feeling in silence.

As soon as the carriage arrived at the periphery of the tribe, the clan leader Damansa led a group of tribe elders to greet him, stood outside the gate and smiled enthusiastically: Welcome to the chief of Wanhu, the Menger tribe prays for you...

The person in the pedestal did not respond and seemed to have fallen asleep. At this time, a thin and black boy jumped out of the felt bag behind him and ran to the patriarch and said: Don’t talk, Mr. Wanhu and his master are asleep, come with me...

Who are you……?

I am the disciple of Zen Master Wuxi, the third disciple of Wushan National Master. My name is Wuzhahei. Just tell me any arrangements...

Damansa was unclear, so he looked at the little boy in front of him for a while and nodded.

Under the leadership of Wulahei, a group of cavalry arranged food and accommodation in an orderly manner and repaired it. The horses also fed the forage and entered the circle.

The huge team quickly broke into pieces and rested, and only a team of black-clothed guards were still standing on both sides of the gear, looking cautious.

At this moment, two knocks came from the pedestal. The little boy quickly climbed up the felt door, listened with his ears, and then said to Damansha for a moment: Master, you can now welcome the Lord of the House of Wanhu...

Damansa nodded and said: I have prepared fine wine and delicacies for the Lord Wanhu. Please follow me...

So, as the felt door opened, a strong smell of semen came to my face. The two men seemed to have just woken up and slowly walked down the shaft.

As soon as Nahramgen's foot fell to the ground, the entire ground seemed to be shaken. His tall body seemed to be a city wall, covering everyone in front of him from a high height, making people feel oppressed

Meeting the Lord Wanhu, the Lord is blessed. When Damansa saw Hermenggen walking down the ground, he hurriedly bowed to pay homage. He was extremely respectful

Well, go... Hermagen nodded and waved his hand to let Damansa lead the way. There was no other person in his eyes. After all, the status gap between the two sides is so big that you can kill the other person with your own fingers.

The patriarch seemed to be justified, and hurriedly bowed and led the way forward with fear and fear.

The yurt at the banquet was not far away, and several people arrived soon and sat down. No one would have thought that just before, an extremely terrifying scene happened here, and the two sons of the patriarch held their heads and smiled wildly.

The banquet began, and the dancer performed his skills. The newly roasted lamb was steaming, as well as the newly hot horse milk wine and southern fruits and vegetables.

Hela Menggen ate wine and meat, and looked at the singing and dancing in front of him boredly. There was no high-quality product in such a poor small tribe, and no assassin would pop up. He couldn't help but sneer at Wu Xi: I said, "Master, you are too cautious. Have you seen anything when you hide in the cabin for a long time?"

I can't say it, I always feel something is wrong... Wu Xi looked at the dancer, sometimes looking at the patriarch, sometimes looking at a corner next to the felt door, where Mengtuo and Wu Ba pulled off their heads, and now they are empty

Of course something was wrong. What kind of dancers are these, they smeared my eyes and they all pulled them out to kill them! Hela Menggen waved his hand, and several guards came in, pressed the dancers out, and smiled at Wulahei, who was gnawing on the lamb leg beside Wu Xi and said: Xiao Wulahei, go and bring all the slaves in the stadium. I want to hold a 'bonve class'

Nawulahei put down the lamb leg in his hand and ran out with a smile. However, Wu Xi still had a gloomy face, her slightly narrowed eyes like sharp knives, and she was patrolling between Damansa and the elders of the Menggeer tribe.

OK, monk, don’t be so nervous, let’s have fun later...

When Wu Xi heard this, her expression calmed down slightly and said with a smile: I have long heard that the Ula cadres are open-minded and open, blend freely, and there is also the rumored "Boncai Conference". Hundreds and thousands of people gathered together to share the paradise. I really yearn for it...

Haha, when you arrive at Ulagan, you will definitely enjoy it! Hermagen laughed loudly, quite content, but suddenly thought of something again, and said regretfully: Unfortunately, Mr. Mo's eight colorful painted insects that I promised me have not been delivered yet. The painted insects were so amazing that they heard people say, but I wonder how wonderful it is.

Mr. Mo saw the dragon but not the tail, but there were many good things in his hand. The rumored colorful insects were raised by human bones, absorbing the seven emotions and six desires of human hearts. It took several years to spread its wings to become insects. Once it was painted, it was like being in the scene, the sound of the spirit and desires blended in the ears, and it was not rotten for thousands of years. It was really a rare treasure that was collected and appreciated.

The lustful monk said, looking quite eager, as if he saw countless beautiful wives and beautiful women moaning moaning under his crotch, while the colorful insects freeze their humiliation scene forever at that moment, for the world to appreciate and watch, allowing them to become their own sex slaves for generations.

On the Abyss Immortal Palace, on the ninth painting wall, there is a colorful strange insect, half an inch long, transparent, with eight eyes on the head, two wings on the back, and poems below:

It's an insect or a gu eats dry bones,

Seven emotions and six desires to feed in your mouth,

It was seen that the wings broke,

Eight eyes capture the soul into the painting

The beauty of the world is changing,

Never corrupt for thousands of years,

The bearded and the bearded are illusory,

A life-long slave