"Hahaha, kill me, come on, kill me!"

Hongluan was basically desperate about her hope for life because her appearance was destroyed. Now she just wants to die quickly.

The person she couldn't get her love had her face destroyed, she betrayed the clan and betrayed Mo Lan privately. She has now become an ugly girl who has no place to go. What's the point of living?

"I want to die? It's not that easy. If you dare to plot against me, you should also try my best, right?"

Prince Muhan looked at Hongluan with a fierce look on his face, took the soft whip handed by the servant next to him, and waved it hard, Hongluan's blood-stained gauze dress cracked in response.

In an instant, a bright and eye-catching scar appeared on the original fair back.

"Ah..." The sharp stinging pain made Hongluan unable to help but exclaim.

"How is it? Do you want to hand it over? Now you have the last chance to choose." After the fight, Prince Muhan admired his masterpiece with satisfaction, looked at the wound behind Hongluan and asked coldly.

"I...I only know the prescription of weapons and cannons are the prescriptions that were originally found in the clan, and I don't know what the specific prescription is."

Hongluan gasped in pain and shrank and replied.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to say it, but that she really doesn’t know that only the patriarch is qualified to keep these things. The things she has in her hands are stolen based on her identity as a saint.

I originally wanted to use these to win over the hearts of King Yao, but I didn't expect that they didn't care at all.

To this day, it has become something that kills her.

"Is he still unwilling to tell the truth?" Prince Muhan stood up and said with a gloomy look on his face.

"I really don't know. These things were all secretly stolen by me, and they really are gone. There is one more illusion, but this illusion practice requires a special physique, for you, it is fundamental..."

"Ah..." Before Hongluan finished speaking, she whipped her thoughts again.

"I really don't know..." Hongluan wailed on the ground in pain.

The noble saint has never suffered such an insult. Even if he was injured by Baili Mochen, he has never suffered such flesh and blood.

Sometimes the pain of flesh and blood is far more bone-bone and heart-wrenching than the pain of internal injuries.

"Okay, I will let you think about it!"

After saying that, Prince Muhan raised his hand to unbutton his clothes, and in front of everyone, he turned Hongluan...

"Ah, no, no, I really don't know, really don't know..."

"Please, please... don't..."

"Ah! Help..."

Hongluan, who was pinned down, shouted desperately and begged for mercy, but the other party had no intention of letting her go.

Instead, it was even more violent and violent.

Everything about her was torn apart in waves of ups and downs, completely clean and thoroughly.

"I don't know, I don't know..." Before she fainted, she kept muttering this sentence.

Half an hour later, Prince Muhan stood up with satisfaction and said to the guard beside him: "Go up!"

That tone is unquestionable!

"Prince, I..." The guard was a little surprised. Although he had just experienced the passionate stimulation and was about to move in his heart at this moment, they did not dare to do anything the prince had used.

"I'll tell you to go!" Prince Muhan said with a ruthless look on his face. His sharp eyes almost scared the guard's legs...

"Yes!" the guard said leisurely, turning around and looking at the woman who had fainted on the ground.

Although this woman's appearance is completely ruined, her figure is really a sign of nothing. It is exquisite and concave and convex, and is absolutely top-notch.

In addition, the guards had seen Hongluan himself before, and they felt very sorry for the woman.

But it was a pity that the guards still happily bullied themselves and vented happily.

When Hongluan woke up again, it was already two or three hours later.

I was just confused and heard a few people talking around me.

"Military advisor, we guys are all happy. Don't say that this tastes really good. Don't you try it?" Several guards looked at the military advisor who was always standing aside and facing his backs to Hongluan, joking.

"Ahem, I'm not interested in these things, just be happy with brothers!" The military advisor coughed lightly and smiled indifferently at the guards.

"Haha, the military advisor is really a rare gentleman!" several people said with a haha.

"..." The military advisor turned around and looked outside, stopping talking.

These few short words made Hongluan feel like he was struck by lightning, and the hatred in his heart suddenly gathered together.

Why? Why did she not let her go after her innocence was ruined?

She hated her, she was unwilling to give up, and her rage was about to burn her heart.

Suddenly, his throat became sweet and a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Hongluan fainted again.

"Hmph, I'm not dead yet, I'm really a bitch." Prince Muhan looked at Hongluan viciously and said hatred.

This woman had been disdainful of him from the beginning and despised him everywhere. He would have had enough. If she hadn't had a little value for her, he would have sent her to hell.

Now he actually caused him to lose hundreds of thousands of troops, almost all the troops of the Huns. How could he not hate him?

It is not an exaggeration to let her break into pieces. Now let her taste the taste of thousands of people.

Since she is not dead, let her stay in the mountains to feed the wild wolf. Prince Muhan's hatred for Hongluan is already deep, and it is no longer possible that Hongluan's begging to resolve it.

A prince who has always been arrogant cannot bear to be despised by others, and is despised by a woman for a long time as a man.

...

"The prince, his subordinates are incompetent. He chased Prince Muhan and disappeared to Yangfu Mountain thirty miles away, so he escaped. Please punish him!"

The general responsible for pursuing Prince Muhan was wearing black armor and knelt in front of King Yao on one knee, saying with a guilty look on his face.

"It's okay, he will run sooner or later. In today's battle, all the generals and soldiers are in trouble. We will have a good meal tonight and celebrate our lives. When we return to Beijing, we will definitely ask you for merits and awards."

Baili Mochen did not blame the general, but instead praised him.

At this time, another young general stood up and reported to King Yao: "Your Majesty, the last general believes that our army will win a great victory this time, and this contribution should be the princess! If the princess had not provided the method of improving weapons and developing artillery, I am afraid that the winner will be difficult to decide now."

"Deputy General Liu is right. Thanks to the princess' help, this song is the most suitable for the princess."

An older general quickly stood up and agreed.

"Yes, I think this should be done!"

"The last discussion will be made..."

When one person spoke, many people came out to agree.
Chapter completed!