As the sun sets, the cold wind rages.

Chi Qinghuan's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and she couldn't lift them up no matter what.

Just when she was about to close her eyes, she seemed to see several prairie people walking towards her with eager eyes.

She bit her lip hard, trying to wake herself up.

It wasn't until the taste of blood came from her lips that she raised her body from the ground with a frown.

In a short time, several people had arrived.

"Tsk, you're so damn tender, you can squeeze water out of this little face." The man couldn't wait to touch Chi Qinghuan's face.m

The other people couldn't help but laugh when they saw his hopeless look, "What's the face? If you want to talk about tenderness, it has to be here!" As he said that, they looked at Chi Qinghuan's chest with a squinting look.

go.

At the same time, his men also took action and eagerly touched the belt.

The man retracted his hand sarcastically and cursed: "I have played with so many women, how can I not know where I am young? We agreed, I will come first, and you can go on your way!"

Unable to find the belt, he roughly pulled at Chi Qinghuan's clothes, wanting to pounce on him.

"I was the one who suggested coming here just now, why should you come first?"

The clothes on Chi Qinghuan's chest were torn and messy, revealing a piece of smooth skin.

The sight of the snow-white chest made several people's eyes heat up.

They immediately became restless, "Zana, I saw this woman first, I come first!"

"The rules on the grassland are that only the bravest warriors are qualified to be slaves. As we all know, my fist is the hardest, don't you accept it?" The man named Zana proudly gestured with his fist in front of several people.

Several people looked at each other, and even though they were dissatisfied, they stopped coming forward.

He was right. When it came to force, they were all inferior to him, and strength was always respected on the grassland.

Zana looked at the dissatisfied and helpless expressions of several people and felt quite proud. He rushed towards Chi Qinghuan again. He had been coveting this fragrant and soft body for a long time!

"Ah!" However, before his pants could be unbuttoned, he screamed.

Chi Qinghuan looked at the man covering his crotch hatefully and cursed in a hoarse voice: "Don't touch this princess with your disgusting dirty hands, you deserve it!"

"Damn it!" Zana immediately cursed in Northern Xinjiang dialect.

He wished he could pounce on this East Vietnamese woman and tear her into pieces right now, letting her know how powerful he was, but at this moment, his crotch was in burning pain, making him unable to move.

"Zana, it seems your dick is not as hard as your fist, hahaha..." The others suddenly started to gloat.

Then, they threw the person out of the sheepfold and looked at Chi Qinghuan in the corner again.

"I didn't expect this woman to be quite fiery!"

"That's all I like, I'll do it first!" The man said and started to move.

Chi Qinghuan narrowed her eyes and looked intently at the man rushing toward her. Her hands, which were too cold to feel, reached into her boots.

There, there was a knife she had hidden.

"Puff——"

I saw blood splattering, and in an instant half of the man's palm was cut off, and he screamed in agony.

The few remaining people saw this scene and suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Hu Yan's hand was crippled with one strike of the knife. This woman was not only a fiery woman, but also a ruthless and ruthless character!

After all, she is the daughter of General Weiyuan, and she is somewhat bloody.

Now they can see that this woman is obviously willing to die rather than surrender. If this continues, either they will be disabled or she will die.

I'm afraid it won't work out today.

I wanted to have some fun, but now I saw blood, and I was really unlucky.
Chapter completed!