"Miss Qianxue, the food is here, please come out and get it." A soldier shouted softly outside Daolin's tent.
"Wait a minute..." A gentle voice sounded, and as the curtain opened, a tired-looking Qianxue walked out.
The moment she walked out of the tent, a dozen knives were held to her neck.
"What are you doing?" Qianxue asked with her eyes widened for a moment.
"What are you doing? Capture the young princess of the Lieyang Empire!" Wang Shun led a group of senior officials and walked through the crowd.
"You! Ah!" Qianxue was just about to say something when she saw Han Zimo's head in Wang Shun's hand.
"You killed Mr. Han!" Qianxue gasped for air, her chest rising and falling.
"Hmph! What a piece of shit Mr. Han is, he's just a traitor who colluded with the young princess of the Lieyang Empire!" Wang Shun snorted coldly.
Qianxue was extremely angry at this time and clenched her pink fists tightly.
"I advise you not to think too hard! If you want to take action, consider whether you can beat tens of thousands of us. If you dare to take action, you will be truly convinced that you are the young princess of the Lieyang Empire!"
"When the time comes, we will have reason to kill you in public!"
Qianxue glared at Wang Shun, especially when she saw the head of Han Zimo, who had been protecting them day and night, she shed tears in pain.
"What do you want me to do?" Qianxue asked as if her last breath had been taken away.
"I hope Miss Qianxue will follow us to see the general and make your identity known to the public, so that our brothers' wealth and lives can be saved. Otherwise, I won't know whose head is next in my hands." Wang Shun smiled.
Said, his eyes looked towards the tent behind Qianxue intentionally or unintentionally.
"Okay! I promise you, but you can't hurt Daolin." Qianxue said softly.
"That's natural, as long as you cooperate obediently." Wang Shun waved his hand, and immediately several soldiers came over and tied Qian Xue up with ropes.
"Brothers, go in and chop off that Daolin's head!" Wang Shun sneered after seeing Qianxue being tied up.
Several soldiers near the door walked directly into the tent with knives in hand.
"Wang Shun! You despicable villain! You have to die!" Qianxue struggled hard, but her realm was not high. She had just reached the pneumatic realm, and the rope was too thick, so she couldn't break away at all.
"Don't force me to cut out your tongue!" Wang Shun came over and pinched Qian Xue's face and shouted.
Qianxue glared at Wang Shun with a look of dissatisfaction.
"Captain! This guy is too tough. He can't kill him even with a sword." The soldier who had just entered the tent walked out dejectedly and said.
Wang Shun frowned, and then said: "Go dig a deep hole and bury him directly!"
Dowling was quickly carried out. At this time, he was still in a deep coma, his head was hanging very low, and he was completely unconscious.
"Daolin! Wake up! They have already killed Mr. Han, and now they want to kill you! Wake up!" Qianxue screamed desperately.
"Shut up!" Wang Shun slapped Qian Xue on the cheek and shouted.
Qianxue turned around. There were some clear palm prints on her white cheeks, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corner of her mouth.
With a plop, the unconscious Dowling was thrown into the pit, and then under the watchful eyes of a group of people, the soldiers began to fill it with soil.
Tears fell from Qianxue's eyes. Every shovelful of soil was like being poured on her heart, which hurt...
Soon the ground was filled up, and Wang Shun walked over and stepped on it with a smile on his face.
"No matter how strong a warrior you are, you have to breathe. I can't chop off your head, and I don't believe I can't kill you by suffocating you, hahaha!..." Wang Shun looked up to the sky and laughed.
Following his laughter, the surrounding senior officials and soldiers also laughed, laughing unscrupulously and acting wantonly.
Qianxue glanced at their faces. These people were the soldiers that the three of them desperately wanted to protect?
Are these people still the soldiers who sweetly call her Miss Qianxue when they see her?
Is this group of people still the soldiers singing and dancing around the campfire?
Are these people still the soldiers who smile when they talk about their parents and relatives?
These are clearly a group of devils, a group of ungrateful, despicable and shameless devils. They should go to hell and undergo unbearable suffering!
Qianxue glanced at each of their faces, and no one was looking at her. She was like a little butterfly captured by the devil, and what awaited her was unknown torture.
"Don't worry, we won't do anything to you. After all, you are kind to us and are useful to us. Otherwise, I really want to taste what it is like to be a young princess of an empire." Wang Shun looked lewd.
Said with a smile.
After hearing what he said, the people around him looked at Qianxue with lustful eyes, and the corners of their mouths turned up to show their hungry faces.
Qianxue was very calm at this time. She swore in her heart that as long as she could survive, every one of these people would be killed. If she couldn't kill, she would ask someone to kill. These thousands of people must die. They must
die!
Even if they step into the devil's path, even if they are doomed, these people must die!
It was a difficult night. They really didn't dare to do anything inappropriate to Qianxue, but she was locked in the prison car with a look of despair.
She looked at the underground river getting further and further away, where her lover was buried. She wondered if he was still alive? She wondered if he had woken up.
Han Zimo's head was held in her arms, and she kept stroking it with her hands.
The scenes she spent with Han Zimo were recalled in her mind. He was an uncle who didn't like to talk much. He was handsome and cold, with some obsessive-compulsive disorder and some mysophobia.
He can show his concern for others from small details and can tell what others are thinking from a look in his eyes.
But why didn't he clearly see the nature of these beasts and see through their tricks? Now that they have ended up like this, is it possible that good people are not rewarded?
Thinking of this, Qianxue shed tears again. Along the way, she had cried countless times, but every time she thought of Daolin, whose life or death was uncertain, and Han Zimo in her arms, she would shed tears.
As she staggered, she saw the barracks in the distance, the Great Wall where she had fought, and her former comrades.
The prison van was stopped, and the people who stopped it were unknown soldiers from which regiment.
The men and horses of the Twelve Corps were surrounded, and all the soldiers looked at the Twelve Corps with angry eyes.
"Why! Why are you putting Miss Qianxue in a prison car?" A group of soldiers asked Wang Shun.
"She is the young princess of the Lieyang Empire. She has been hiding in our army. We suspect that she has ulterior motives!"
Wang Shun answered like this.
"Is this what Miss Qianxue is like?"
"Miss Qianxue, please say something!"
A group of people kept shouting, but Qianxue just remained silent and refused to answer. She didn't trust anyone now. Unless she saw cold words, she wouldn't say even one word.