"Want to know? Okay, let my junior sisters go first."

Facing a legendary figure like the European Emperor Wu, Ye Yingying tensed her muscles and stared into his eyes, not daring to relax at all.

Patrick narrowed his eyes and waved his hand, and the big black man immediately ran away, shouting in English.

The warriors quickly stopped, and the Saintess tribe escaped death. Almost all of them were injured, and no one was intact. They could only stand firm by supporting each other. Seeing the corpses of the sisters scattered on the ground,

Suddenly, I felt so sad that I couldn't help crying.

"Stop crying, it's really embarrassing. Get out of here, get out of here, as far away as you can."

Ye Yingying herself was also injured, and she felt dazed for a while. Knowing that it was a sign of excessive blood loss, she sternly stopped the crying of the junior sisters, and cursed with disgust on her face.

Some tribesmen wanted to say something angrily, but some discerning people saw through and stopped them. They held their fists in tears and bowed to Ye Yingying: "Third Senior Sister, you will always be our Third Senior Sister."

"Who is your third senior sister? I don't care about the third senior sister who treats you as a bunch of losers. Come on, get out of here. I get upset when I see you."

Ye Yingying cursed with red eyes.

The girls couldn't help sobbing softly, knowing that they would do nothing to help her if they stayed, and would instead become a burden to her. They wiped away tears and walked back into the depths of the desert three times a step.

It's not that they don't want to go back, but they know very well that going back will lead to a dead end. These Western warriors will definitely catch up with them. There may only be a glimmer of hope in the dangerous desert.

Ye Yingying looked at their backs with relief and murmured in her heart, "I'm sorry, junior sisters, it's all the third senior sister's fault that caused you to embark on the most dangerous path. If there is an afterlife, I will compensate you."

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"Okay, can you tell me how you recognized Horni's identity?"

Patrick is also a wonderful person. At this moment, he is not worried about the mighty army approaching in the distance, nor is he eager to ask for the map. Instead, he is clinging to this problem.

Ye Yingying raised the corners of her lips slightly and said calmly: "Eyes."

"Eye?"

Patrick repeated without knowing why.

"To be precise, it should be the eyes. Although you disguise it very well, the doting and love from the bottom of your eyes cannot be concealed, and every time you look at Horni, you can't hide it.

, seemed to be very unconcerned, but in just less than two minutes, you subconsciously looked at him no less than twenty times."

Ye Yingying talked eloquently: "It's like a rich man with a fortune who puts all his wealth in a baggage and travels far away. He is always worried that the baggage will be lost. Seeing that your precious son has almost become

a subconscious instinct

Yes, you may not even be aware of this instinct, but in the eyes of a caring person, you can easily judge the unusual relationship between him and you. And I happen to know that the European Emperor Wu has an only son, so

It was easy to identify him."

Pat Cree smiled wryly and said, "Is it really that obvious?"

"It's not obvious, but in the eyes of a thoughtful person, a subtle expression and an insignificant action can make a lot of judgments, and I happen to be a thoughtful person."

Ye Yingying let go of Horni and raised her hands calmly: "I can't give you the map. I have my pride, but you can take it from my body."

After saying that, he wiped the dagger in his hand towards his throat, with a look of death on his face.

"bite!"

Patrick raised his hand, and a silver light flashed through. Ye Yingying felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground involuntarily.

"Miss Ye Yingying, it's better to die than live, why?

Why can't you think about it?"

Patrick's eyes were shining with strange light, as if he had found a rare treasure, and he looked at her passionately: "I think you are the best gift God has given me."

Ye Yingying's hair stood on end for a while. She ignored the pain as if her wrist was broken. She covered her chest and said angrily: "Old gangster, don't even think about it..."

"Ahem!"

Patrick coughed twice awkwardly, interrupted her, and said in a confused voice: "Okay, okay, beautiful Miss Ye Yingying, I think you misunderstood me. I mean, I think you are a

You are an outstanding girl, maybe you can consider becoming my daughter-in-law."

Ye Yingying glanced at Horni with a dull expression. To be honest, although this guy was already sixty or seventy years old, he was still handsome and looked like he was only in his early thirties.

Patrick actually wants to marry this famous loser? Why? He immediately shook his head: "Don't even think about it, I won't marry him even if I die."

"Why?"

Patrick's face suddenly darkened: "Don't you look down on him too?"

Ye Yingying was shrouded in terrifying aura and shuddered all over. But for her, who had already had the will to die, she was not even afraid of death, so what was there to be afraid of?

He immediately shook his head and said, neither humble nor arrogant: "It's not a matter of looking down on him, it's just that I don't like him at all, and it's impossible to marry a Westerner."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like it. To use an old Chinese saying, feelings can be cultivated slowly. As for Westerners and Easterners, in my opinion, they are all human beings. It doesn't matter. This matter is settled. From now on

You are my daughter-in-law, give me a grandson as soon as possible."

Patrick's face softened slightly, and he made his decision without any doubt.

Ye Yingying was stunned. Is this European martial emperor mentally ill? He was so domineering. No wonder Horni looked calm and composed. It is estimated that this kind of thing is not just once or twice, he has long been used to it.

What about Horney's previous wife? She couldn't have had a baby and was killed by Patrick, right? This thought made her shudder.

"Horney, are you satisfied with this wife? You must work hard and give me a grandson as soon as possible, you know?"

Patrick seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at Horni gently and kindly and said softly.

"Yes, father, I will work hard."

Horney bowed respectfully and replied.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ye Yingying felt that there seemed to be a touch of sadness in Horni's eyes. They were really a strange father and son.

"Haha, okay, then you can consummate your marriage now."

Patrick laughed happily, but what he said made Ye Yingying dumbfounded, ashamed and angry.

"Don't even think about it. You are talking to yourselves there. Have you ever asked me for my opinion? Even if I die, I will not agree."

Ye Yingying shouted in shame and anger, reached out to pick up the dagger on the ground, and stabbed her heart fiercely.

"Zheng!"

Patrick was worthy of being the European Martial Emperor. Even though his cultivation was suppressed, his speed and reaction were incredibly fast. Ye Yingying felt a pain in her wrist and the dagger came out again.

Patrick's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears, and he stared at Ye Yingying with a serious look: "I have the final say on this matter, you have no right to decide."

"Fart, don't think that just because you are some bullshit Martial Emperor, you can do whatever you want. I would rather die than marry a good-for-nothing son like you."

Ye Yingying roared hysterically.

Snap!

A loud slap hit Ye Yingying's face. The terrifying force sent her flying several meters away before she fell heavily to the ground.

Patrick took out a pure white silk scarf, wiped his palms slowly, and said matter-of-factly: "No one has ever dared to disobey my opinion. I will give you another chance, agree or die."

"Bah, even if I die, I won't agree to this pervert like you. Just kill me if you dare."

Ye Yingying's face was red and swollen, she opened her mouth and spat out a molar tooth with bloody foam, she would rather die than surrender, she held her neck and cursed angrily.

Patrick suddenly smiled, and that smile looked extremely eerie under the scorching sun, making people feel chilled and creepy all over.

Ye Yingying was not even afraid of death, but under his perverted smile, she actually felt fear. She curled up subconsciously and looked at him in horror.

Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently spotted Horni with his back turned to his father, winking at her anxiously, as if asking her to agree not to offend Patrick.

"Horni, my dear son, you have also seen that this bitch is very disobedient. She dares to look down on you. This makes me very angry, so she must accept the harshest punishment."

Patrick is like a demon with a face-changing face. When facing his son Horney, he is full of love and doting, but when facing other people, he is as cold as winter.

The expression that changed so quickly made Ye Yingying feel chilled in her heart. She always felt that something even more unacceptable than death was about to happen.

Horni was winking at her just now, but now his face suddenly became expressionless and he said calmly: "You are talking about my dear father."

Ye Yingying saw the flash of pity and helplessness in Horni's eyes, and felt increasingly strange in her heart. The relationship between father and son seemed very unusual, not as harmonious as it seemed on the surface.

But soon, she had no time to think too much about the relationship between father and son. She opened her eyes wide in horror and watched as the four apprentices behind Patrick, including the big black man, all gathered around him with ferocious smiles on their faces.

With the lustful look in their eyes, everyone can imagine what they are going to do next.

"Go away, don't come here."

Ye Yingying was frightened. She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of being insulted by these beasts before she died.

Tear!

The big black man stretched out his hand to tear up her blood-stained snow-white dress, exposing a large area of ​​white chest. His throat rolled, as if he hated her struggle and resistance, and he cursed fiercely in English, and then slapped the night away without mercy.

Yingying fell to the ground with a fan.

Ye Yingying's head was buzzing, and her brain was in a state of panic. He never thought that this European martial emperor was so perverted that he would let his four disciples do it in front of everyone if he didn't obey.

Own.

But then, Patrick's words made her fall even more into the abyss, and she realized that she had thought of this perverted devil as being too kind.

"Don't be anxious, come in line, everyone has a share, this is a female disciple of the Divine Sect of China, I think everyone will like this gift."

Patrick's eyes shone with excitement and anticipation, he licked his tongue, stared at Ye Yingying's graceful body without blinking and shouted loudly.

The quiet crowd suddenly began to boil like boiling water. Countless fiery eyes were cast on Ye Yingying, who was surrounded by four big men like a little sheep. There was a constant stream of swallowing sounds.

The West is an open land, and regards matters between men and women as commonplace. Western warriors are even more fond of women, and they almost have sex with women every day.

Logically speaking, they would not be so interested in a woman, but Ye Yingying was from a holy family. This status undoubtedly stimulated the hormone secretion of these beasts, and their animalistic nature suddenly became strong.
Chapter completed!