The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Forbearance?" He chuckled, with a trace of sarcasm and ridicule on the corner of his lips, "For Xuanyuan Qihuang, so you can endure anything, right?"

She closed her eyes, no one could understand her, she thought he could do it, but she didn't expect that he couldn't either.

So she, Su Yueming, in the past and present, will end up alone in the rotten memories that cannot be looked back.

She opened her eyes and suddenly smiled softly.

Her face was so dirty, but this smile was like the buds of the orchid in the deep valley. One morning, after a gust of wind, it bloomed so unexpectedly.

Murong Canghai was stunned for a moment on his stern face——

Her eyes were sparkling, shining with bright and pure light like stars, those eyes were tough but soft, indifferent and lonely, they were exactly the same as the one he knew before, without any change at all.

"Do you want to go back to Da Zhou?" he asked.

Su Yueming looked up at him and asked, "Will you let me go back?"

He looked into her eyes, as if trying to see something inside, but after looking for a long time, he suddenly stood up, looked at her coldly, and said——

"No, even if you die, you can only be buried on the land of Daqin, and I will never let you go back!"

After saying this, he got on the horse again, swiped the long whip in his hand, the whip clasped Su Yueming's waist, and secretly pulled hard, Su Yueming's whole body suddenly flew into the air, and landed firmly on his lap. in the arms.

He looked down at the bruised and exhausted woman in his arms, and said——

"Perhaps, after you become the food in the mouth of that male lion, maybe it will run back to the land of Dazhou."

The horse galloped again, she was placed in his arms, and together with the galloping horses, they went to the place where they wanted to hunt.

"Ow..."

In the distance, she heard a chilling lion's roar. The lion was probably injured, and all the howling sounds were extremely frightening.

"My lord, we're here! Let me come."

Gong Yue's excited eyes shone with anticipation.

There was a flash in Murong Canghai's eyes, and a trace of danger silently startled Gong Yue. He realized that he seemed to have offended the king of the North Courtyard, so he immediately lowered his head and retreated.

Murong Canghai looked at the stubborn woman in his arms, his face sank, and his hands loosened, Su Yueming rolled down the horse's back, the iron chain fell to the ground, making a clear and crisp sound.

He raised his hand slowly, and everyone backed away.

On the vast and desolate yellow grassland, far away, there was only a woman covered in bruises.

Murong Canghai narrowed his eyes slightly.

Her clothes were torn, and Bai Xi's tender calves were exposed to the hazy air. In this world full of men and hunting, there was an exceptionally thrilling softness.

Because the iron ring was pulled all the way, the flesh on the ankle had been cut deeply, exposing the bones inside, and the air smelled of blood.

Gong Yue put his hand in his mouth and made a weird sound.

As soon as the voice fell, everyone clenched the reins in their hands, with nervous expressions on their faces.

"Ow...Ow..."

Accompanied by the terrifying cry, after a while, a wounded male lion smelled the popularity in the air, and dragged its huge body out.

When it saw the woman lying curled up on the ground with scars all over her body, its eyes suddenly showed a ferocious and excited look.