Walking into his bedroom, Xuan Siling sighed sadly. The night rain had stopped at some point, and the moonlight washed by the night rain looked particularly bright. The cold wind sneaked into the room with the moonlight, blowing up the curtains.
Ling took off her hairpin and swayed her head slightly, her long golden hair flying in the wind.
She closed her eyes, raised her graceful neck, and quietly bathed in the moonlight.
A tall black figure quietly appeared behind Xuan Siling, stretched out his big hand and gently touched Xuan Siling's delicate and smooth shoulders.
Xuan Siling's delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes suddenly opened, and her pupils shrank in an instant, showing a little panic and uneasiness.
A gloomy voice sounded in Xuan Siling's ears: "You have changed a lot during this time!"
Xuan Siling said calmly: "Nothing in this world remains unchanged, including you and me!"
The infiltrator let out a weird laugh. He hugged Xuan Siling's delicate body and placed his chin on her shoulder. The moonlight outlined his silver mask, which was cold and hard in texture. The extremely uncomfortable feeling made Xuan Siling feel uncomfortable.
Siling frowned involuntarily, and the severe pain in her chest immediately made her moan softly again.
His voice was as cold as a mask, and his big hands squeezed Xuan Siling's plump breasts: "What exactly did he do to you? To make you change like this?"
Xuan Siling wanted to break away from his embrace, but he hugged her harder. His rough fingers grasped Xuan Siling's nipples hard, using this method to vent his inner desires and dissatisfaction.
"You're hurting me!" Xuan Siling scolded in a low voice, pressing her elbow against the other person's abdomen as hard as she could.
The infiltrator sneered and twisted Xuan Siling's delicate body so that her eyes were fixed on his own. The gray-blue eyes were changing with a strange light under the moonlight, and Xuansiling felt as if she was being burned by fire.
As if roasted, her delicate body trembled violently, and her beautiful ice-blue eyes were filled with tears.
The infiltrator took a deep breath and smelled Xuan Siling's body fragrance: "You still smell like that bitch on your body!" He pushed Xuan Siling away hard, and Xuan Siling fell heavily on the ground.
on the floor.
"I won't stop you from having fun with any man. Remember your identity, and don't do anything that will hinder your plans!"
Xuan Siling's cherry lips turned pale.
The infiltrator strode towards the window, and his tall body dispersed like smoke in the night wind.
Xuan Siling stared at the window blankly for a long time before reacting again. She quickly rushed to the window, closed the window tightly, and drew the curtains until no trace of moonlight could penetrate, and the entire palace was plunged into darkness.
Just now I let out a sad and helpless sob...
Xuan'er stared at the bruises on Tang Lie's body, her heart ached, and her tears could no longer be held back, falling gently on Tang Lie's arms like crystal dewdrops.
Tang Lie felt a warmth in his heart. He stretched out his big hand and gently placed it on Xuan'er's flowing black hair. Facing this pure girl, he rarely had the thought of sexual intercourse. At this time, his heart was filled with care and pity.
"It's all Xuan'er's fault, causing the master to suffer..." Xuan'er sobbed.
Tang Lie burst out laughing. When he had just offended Lester, he had felt a little afraid, but after tonight's fierce conflict, he and Lester had been put on opposite sides. In his heart
Not only did he not feel the slightest fear, but he also developed a high fighting spirit. Since fate brought him to this dangerous continent, he must work hard to survive and never give up easily even in the face of any difficulties.
Tang Lie stretched his arms, stood up, stared at the bright moon in the sky, and said with pride: "When heaven is about to assign a great responsibility to this person, he must first suffer from his will, starve his muscles and bones, and work his body.
It's better than it can be. I believe that God is fair to everyone, and the hard work he has given me today is to reward me better in the future!"
Xuan'erfang's heart skipped a beat with these decisive and heroic words. Her eyes looking at Tang Lie were full of reverence and reverence. Although she could not understand the true meaning of these words, she already understood that Tang Lie would never do this.
The sincerity of bowing before the powerful. However, Xuan'er had to worry about Tang Lie's future fate and said softly: "Why don't we leave this place in the imperial capital and find a place to live that they can't find..." The words were just spoken.
She immediately realized that this sentence was full of ambiguous meanings, her pretty face couldn't help but turn red with embarrassment, her head lowered, and her beautiful neck as white as jade was also stained with a layer of bright red.
In front of the beauty, Tang Lie couldn't help but move his index finger. However, in front of Xuan'er, he had always played the image of a just and awe-inspiring gentleman. If he turned into a pervert in a short period of time, he would not even be able to pass this test. He would be forced to suppress it like a tide.
He was so excited that he said in a dry voice: "It's late at night... Go to sleep..."
Looking at Xuan'er's figure fleeing in panic, Tang Lie wiped the sweat from his forehead with lingering fear and sighed in his heart: "What a danger, what a danger!"
If he wants to survive in this world full of power and force, he must improve his abilities as soon as possible. This idea has occupied Tang Lie's heart like never before.
Early the next morning, Tang Lie entrusted Xuan'er to the care of Boss Li of Deyue Tower and went to the Blood Dance Hotel where Fina told him.
The Blood Dance Pavilion is located in the west of the imperial capital. In the Xuanwu Kingdom, which advocates martial arts, this kind of samurai pavilion exists in almost every city. The original intention of its establishment was to provide a temporary resting place for wandering samurai and provide them with a career.
However, with the passage of time, most taverns have lost their original nature, and various underground activities are hidden in them, such as sword fighting, gambling, prostitution, selling illegal liquor... and they have become a corner of chaos and turmoil.
No exception.
Tang Lie came to the gate, and the samurai guarding the gate asked him for five copper coins and gave him a wooden sign to hang around his neck, and then he was able to enter the hotel. After walking through the winding corridor of the hotel, he came to
The competition hall is about fifty feet long and wide. Hundreds of wandering warriors are sitting cross-legged around the central field. Their eyes are full of expectations for the future. Because there are opportunities everywhere here, as long as you fully demonstrate your talents.
With his ability, he may soon be noticed by the distinguished guests watching the battle on the second floor. If he is lucky, he may become a warrior of a certain prince and general tomorrow.
Tang Lie was not interested in the fierce fighting on the field. He whispered to the fat warrior watching next to him: "Friend, who is Mr. Ji Xien?"
The fat warrior looked at Tang Lie and said with a smile: "It's unlucky for you to be here. He just went out." Tang Lie nodded with some disappointment. At this time, there was an exclamation in the arena. It turned out that the warriors who were competing had already separated.
Win or lose.
"Number 25!" The loud voice of the patrolling warriors resounded throughout the venue. A tall dark-skinned warrior strode into the venue. He was more than two meters tall, with full muscles, a strong build, and an upper body.
His chest was covered with scars, and a scar on his face diagonally divided his face into two halves, making him look even more ferocious. His bare head shook, making a sound of cracking joints. He raised a spear as thick as an arm with both hands.
A ferocious roar broke out, and the entire hall burst into cheers.
The patrolling warrior nodded with satisfaction and shouted again: "Number 37!" The opponent was randomly selected, but after calling for a long time, no one came out. Tang Lie looked around curiously, but found that all the warriors around him were looking at him.
It seemed to him. He couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in his heart. He picked up the wooden sign on his chest. Sure enough, the number thirty-seven was clearly written on the wooden sign. Tang Lie took a breath of air-conditioning. It would be damned if someone was unlucky enough to drink cold water.
With his teeth set, he hurriedly smiled and waved his hands and said: "I'm here to find someone, not to compete. You are mistaken!" He came out in a hurry this time and didn't even bring a pistol. If he really wanted to fight,
You will definitely suffer.
Everyone booed together, retreating in the face of battle is the most despised behavior of a warrior. Tang Lie immediately understood their true meaning from the contemptuous eyes of the people around him. The best choice for him was to leave, and he took off his chest
wooden sign, turned around and wanted to evacuate from here.
The dark-skinned warrior let out a beast-like roar. He held a spear in his hand and advanced towards Tang Lie step by step. The surrounding warriors made way for him. Tang Lie secretly screamed, and involuntarily quickened his pace. He was not afraid of trouble.
He just didn't want to get involved in this meaningless fight. But there was no way to retreat behind him. More than a dozen warriors blocked Tang Lie's retreat. Tang Lie smiled bitterly and said, "Why don't I admit defeat?"
The dark-skinned warrior had no intention of letting go of Tang Lie at all. His pace suddenly quickened. He raised a spear with one hand in his right hand and aimed the gleaming spear tip at Tang Lie's back. The cold murderous intent shot through his body.
It squeezed the surroundings from the center, forcing the surrounding warriors to subconsciously retreat back.
Tang Lie never thought that the other party would kill him as soon as he made a move. Only then did he realize that the samurai hall was full of blood. There was no concession here and only the strong could survive.
The spear's speed had reached its limit under the full sprint of the black-skinned warrior. Tang Lie had no time to look back. The fear of death instantly filled his mind. He could clearly hear the hissing and whistling of the spear tip tearing through the air, and the sound of the wind.
Like the footsteps of death.
The surrounding warriors all showed crazy and cruel looks. What they wanted most was to see blood and death. The process was unimportant to everyone.
The moment the spear was about to pierce Tang Liehou's heart, his right arm stretched back incredibly, and his big hand accurately grasped the tip of the spear, and the powerful forward momentum of the spear was suddenly interrupted.
There are too few flowers, which are out of proportion to the clicks. Hehe, why should the points and push be equal to ten to one:)
