Chapter 432 Returning to Shenwu, you still have a way to survive
Chapter 432 Submit to Shenwu, you still have a way to survive
Princess Nanyang was trembling all over, as if she was being strangled. She opened her mouth to the extreme, but could only make a hoarse sound.
A bone-chilling chill spread throughout her body, as if death had come and she had nowhere to escape.
Princess Nanyang lay in a pool of blood, looking up with difficulty.
The young girl, wearing a flirtatious red dress, a jet-black blood-stained cloak, and bright combat boots, was looking down at her.
It was clearly a beautiful face, but it was covered in blood, like an evil ghost.
Princess Nanyang shook her head wildly and tried to get up and escape.
However, her legs were so weak and trembling that she could not stand up, so she had to crawl forward in a pool of blood, trying to get away from Ye Chuyue behind her.
boom!
One foot violently stepped on the back of Princess Nanyang's head.
As a result, Princess Nanyang's entire face was deep in a pool of thick blood, and she felt a little breathless.
"Does it taste good?" Chu Yue asked.
Princess Nanyang tried her best, but could only make a few hoarse whimpering sounds.
Chu Yue's face was expressionless, as cold as ice, and she kicked Princess Nanyang hard on the back of the head, and then kicked her several more times.
Finally, Chu Yue knelt down and grabbed Princess Nanyang's hair, forcing her to raise her entire face.
"Let me ask you, does it taste good?"
Chu Yue asked again.
Princess Nanyang burst into tears, shook her head and shrank her neck, looking at Chu Yue in fear.
Chu Yue smiled cruelly, slashed Princess Nanyang's thigh with the battle ax in her hand, picked up the broken bowl from the ground, and drained half of the bowl of blood.
As if she expected what Chu Yue wanted to do, Princess Nanyang screamed, "No... don't..."
She ran away desperately, dragging a leg that was still bleeding from the wound. She looked embarrassed and desolate, and she was no longer as luxurious as the princess she used to be.
Chu Yue waved her hand, swung out the battle ax, and stabbed it into the ground like a three-pointer into wood. Even the entire Desolate Flame City seemed to tremble several times.
She was holding half a bowl of dripping blood, with three thousand black hair spread out in the night, like black and white impermanence threatening her life, and slowly walked towards Princess Nanyang who was crawling forward.
despair.
despair.
The sound of combat boots hitting the ground, accompanied by the desolate wind, sounded in Princess Nanyang's ears.
Like a countdown of life.
She was born noble and had never fallen into such fear.
It wasn't until today that she realized what a cruel and cruel person Ye Chuyue was.
Princess Nanyang had no way to escape and was forced into a corner. Her hands grabbed the wall, leaving traces of blood.
"Ye Chuyue, I was wrong... I was really wrong... Can you please let me go... These are Mu Sheng's ideas and have nothing to do with me.
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Princess Nanyang shook her head like a rattle, and tears overflowed from her bloodshot eyes, "I beg you, let me go. I can be a cow or a horse for you, or I can be your slave. Can you please let me go?"
I beg you, please..."
Chu Yue stopped in front of her, "It's good to find your way back."
Princess Nanyang thought Chu Yue was moved, her eyes flashed with light, she tugged on the hem of Chu Yue's clothes, and begged in a pitiful voice: "Miss Ye, I am willing to listen to your orders in the future. As long as you are willing to let me go, I will do anything."
Can."
Chu Yue knelt down, raised her hand, touched Princess Nanyang's trembling face with her fingertips, and grinned, "Did they beg you like this before they died?"
Princess Nanyang was as horrified as a nightmare, with the hairs all over her body standing on end as she looked at Chu Yue in horror.
The scene from the past two days suddenly flashed through her mind. She snatched away a swaddled baby, and the child's parents knelt on the ground and begged her.
She smiled cruelly and threw the baby to the ground, killing him alive.
Princess Nanyang's lips trembled and opened, she shook her head, tears flowed out continuously, "No, no one has begged me, it is General Luo Haoluo, his brother is Luo Zhou, the leader of the Seven Killers who was cut in half by you.
My brother took action to deal with the injustice, and it has nothing to do with me. I just followed Mu Sheng's orders."
boom!
Chu Yue looked fierce, and suddenly stretched out her hand, grabbed Princess Nanyang's hair, and slammed her face against the wall.
Spider web-like cracks appeared on an entire wall, and Princess Nanyang's entire face was covered in blood.
Chu Yue grabbed her chin and poured half a bowl of blood into Princess Nanyang's throat.
Princess Nanyang tried her best to vomit, but was restrained by Chu Yue's strength and could not move even half a minute, so she could only swallow half the bowl of blood.
"tasty?"
Chu Yue asked with a smile.
Princess Nanyang burst into tears and was horrified.
Chu Yue swung her ax and landed on Princess Nanyang's other thigh, filled another half bowl of blood, and forced Princess Nanyang to drink it.
"I heard that blood wine has the most mellow aroma. Do you think Emperor Dongyang would like it?" Chu Yue asked.
"No......"
Princess Nanyang shouted in fear.
Chu Yue sneered, grabbed Princess Nanyang's hair and stood up, dragging her all the way into the place of war.
"Your princess has become my prisoner of war, why don't you stop?"
As soon as he said this, everyone stopped.
Xu Ruoyan and other sixteen major generals looked towards the end of the city.
In the pale moonlight, the cloak was trailing to the ground.
Their prince, carrying a thin woman, walked over with graceful and sonorous steps.
"I will give you a chance. Those who surrender tonight, those who submit to my martial arts, will spare your life."
"Anyone who stubbornly resists and struggles to the death will be killed without mercy and sentenced to death by hanging. A thousand cuts will be cut into pieces, but not one will be spared."
After saying this, Chu Yue opened the dog cage and stuffed Princess Nanyang inside.
"What the hell! I, the Dongyang warrior, will never surrender!"
A black iron soldier wearing a medal and title raised his sword and shouted loudly.
Chu Yue curled her lips and sneered, stretched out her right hand, and the bone-crushing battle ax that was deeply inserted into the ground trembled for a few times, then she suddenly pulled it out and flew into Chu Yue's palm.
Chu Yue clenched the bone-crushing battle ax tightly, put her feet on the ground, and leaped into the air. Her figure drew a domineering outline in the light of the white moon!
When the ax fell, his body and head fell to the ground.
Chu Yue stood in the fierce cold wind, surrounded by soldiers from the Dongyang Empire.
Countless Dongyang soldiers held weapons in their hands and looked at her with fear. Facing her alone, they retreated instead of advancing.
The Dongyang soldiers swallowed subconsciously and backed away dozens of steps in fear.
The battle ax touched the ground.
As Chu Yue walked forward, the battle ax dragged on the ground began to rub, making a harsh and sharp sound.
She took a step forward, and the Dongyang soldiers took a step back.
"Submit yourself to Shenwu, and you still have a way to survive."
"I would rather die than surrender, but it will only serve as a meritorious service for my Sasha army in Zhenbei."
"If you don't want to die, please put down your weapons. If you are still willing to try to fight, the Zhenbei Army will accompany you to the end."
"Make your choice."
Chu Yue's voice was sonorous and resounding.
The Dongyang soldiers were struggling and hesitating.
There are 30,000 Zhenbei troops and 16 Zhenbei major generals, all of whom are good at fighting one against a hundred.
Especially for the major generals in Zhenbei, one against a thousand is not a problem at all.
And this is the power of Zhenbei.
His Dongyang army of 100,000 is no match at all!
Xu Ruoyan and others were holding weapons and riding on horses, and couldn't help but look at the cruel and bloody girl.
A pair of eyes were ignited with passionate flames.