Chapter 450 Everything I saw today was weird and absurd.
The next morning, Mao Dun walked out of Qionglu and went to visit the warriors who had followed him through life and death.
His steps were steady, neither fast nor slow, and he had the demeanor of a general.
Along the way, he saw the Qin army who was teasing the Hun women by speaking the language of the Hun. The Hun women responded with a bold smile and said that if you are really brave enough, don't be on duty at night, come into my dome and look at your birds.
Is it as hard as your mouth?
I also saw Hun men with sheepdogs and herds of sheep grazing. They cursed wildly that all good women were snatched away by Qin dogs. However, after hearing these words, the Qin army not only did not draw their swords and chop off their heads, but laughed loudly.
A look of pride.
He was silent, as if he had not yet recovered from yesterday's chase, like a lone wolf who had been expelled from the pack. He seemed to be strolling around, but in fact he was secretly licking his wounds.
He didn't understand why the Huns here got along so well with the black-armored Qin army.
A few months ago, Meng Tian, the butcher of the Qin State, led this group of black-armored Qin troops to capture Gaoque City, leaving no women, children, old or young behind.
Digging three feet under this land, you can still see the bones of the Huns who died tragically in Gaoque. How could the Huns men and women from these small tribes flirt and laugh with their enemies on the graves of their compatriots? Damn it!
Have they forgotten that it was because of these black-armored Qin troops that they were forced to die in the barren land of Seven Hundred Miles? They didn't remember that at least hundreds of small tribes who listened to them were all wiped out by this black-armored Qin army.
Well!
Modu was roaring and roaring in his heart, but his mouth was kept tightly closed, as if his vocal cords had been left in the dome.
In order to escape smoothly, he abandoned all objects that could represent his noble identity.
He is now wearing a very ordinary fur coat. The handle of the knife at his waist was originally inlaid with seven-color gemstones, red, green, blue, yellow, purple, black, white, and arranged in the pattern of the Big Dipper. Now there are only seven small holes left.
Having abandoned his appearance, no matter how you look at him, he is now just a muscular Hun man.
A Hun woman who was squatting down to milk a goat saw that he was handsome, so she stopped him with a smile and asked him if he wanted to go into the dome hut.
The moment he was stopped, he subconsciously put his hand on his waist and grasped the handle of the knife with seven small holes.
The Hun woman with a broad mind and a large amount of milk according to visual inspection quickly approached him, her fingers stained with milky white goat's milk stretched into his mouth and said with a loud smile that she wanted to feed him.
Maodun resisted the urge to slash with his knife, not wanting to cause trouble. He was about to reply angrily: "No." Then he thought that given his status, he should be more domineering at this time, but to what extent should he be domineering?
Although he now wants to kill this lowly, ugly, shameless and lowly member of a small tribe.
But if he really does this, will it cause the Qin dog named Ying Chengyu to have an overreaction, which will be detrimental to him...
His thoughts were spinning a thousand times, and it was difficult to make a decision. He stood motionless, like an innocent virgin who had never tasted the taste of a woman. Suddenly, when a beauty took the initiative to pay attention to him, his brain shut down and he was at a loss.
Before stepping out of Qionglu, he expected to be blocked and prohibited from moving around. He expected to encounter Qin soldiers who would insult him, even kill the Huns, and be disrespected in person.
But he never thought that he would be teased by a Hun woman.
Diamond Cottage?
That is a despicable thing done by despicable people.
Which woman the noble Prince Modun wants is just a matter of words.
Maodun hung up, but the broad-minded Huns woman continued to operate.
The freshly squeezed goat milk was still warm, so he smeared it on Mao Dun's lips, and continued to push his fingers forward to feed the milk to his mouth.
Mao Dun finally reacted and struck the woman's hand off with a wave of his hand. His heart was filled with disgust and rage!
This despicable man is so bold! He deserves to be killed! He deserves to be killed!
The woman smiled with satisfaction, not knowing that the danger was coming, and she puffed her chest out and slapped it hard, and her generous capital kept bouncing up and down.
"Come to my Qionglu at night, I'll have enough milk!"
Modun was silent for a moment, his eyes shining like a beast.
He licked his lower lips, tasted the goat's milk that was brought to his mouth without boiling, and let out a sinister smile.
“I want to try it now!”
He grabbed the woman's arm and walked away, but the woman who had looked slutty just now changed her expression.
"I haven't finished milking yet! If I don't milk now, no one will have anything to drink at night!"
"Feed me first and then talk!"
The woman just doesn't want it and keeps struggling hard.
Mao Dun picked her up by the waist and walked as fast as he could, like a lustful ghost, but his eyes were clear and clear.
Before he could take a few steps.
"Stop!"
A patrolling Qin soldier stopped the two men with his unsheathed Qin sword across his side.
"Put her down."
Mao stopped, but still hugged the woman tightly.
The Qin army, which he expected to be very likely to stop him, did stop him, but not because of himself, but because of a woman.
A despicable woman, a woman who would only be favored by jackals and vultures if she died in the desert.
In the eyes of these Qin people, is it more important to protect me from Mao Dun than the safety of this bastard?
Mao Dun exerted force on his arm, and the strangled woman cried out in pain. When she saw Qin Jun, her struggle that had stopped started to become violent again.
Qin Jun drew his sword, his voice as cold as ice.
"The leader has an order. Adulterers are punishable by death and can be killed on the spot!"
This sword draw is like a signal. No matter what they are busy with, everyone around them gathers here, regardless of Qin people or Huns.
They surrounded Mao Dun in the middle and asked him to put down the woman in his hands immediately, otherwise they would be rude to him. They all agreed.
According to the laws of Gaoque City, anyone who sees a crime and ignores it within two hundred steps will be expelled from Gaoque!
Maodun's heart sank.
The Qin people came to stop them, but they were enforcing military orders and maintaining strict discipline.
It's OK if the Huns come to stop them, they are protecting women and children.
But it is not allowed for the Qin people and the Huns to come together!
When I met the Qin people before, the Huns were chatting and laughing, and maybe they were superficially harmonious.
But this time involves the use of force, these bitches! Why are they still standing with Qin Gou!
What kind of ecstasy soup did that leader of Gaoque City pour into these bitches?
While the woman was struggling in his arms, she explained to Qin Jun who had drawn out the Qin sword that they knew each other and were joking.
Mao Dun suddenly said:
"My name is Moton."
When he said this, his back straightened up a bit.
No further elaboration is needed. Anyone who is a Huns knows what the word Maodun means.
Just like the people of Qin knew that Fusu was the eldest son of the First Emperor.
He carefully observed the expressions of the people around him.
He saw that the Qin army remained unmoved, saw that most of the Huns' expressions were changing, and saw that the woman in his arms looked at him longingly and forgot to struggle.
He breathed a small sigh of relief, at least these bitches still remembered that they were Huns, and they still remembered him, the Hun Prince Moton.
But the next moment, the faces of these Huns became even colder than before, as if he, the Hun prince, was the butcher who wiped out many small tribes.
Mao Dun intended to win over the Huns in Gaoque City and formed a team to save himself, but he completely sank to the bottom of the abyss.