The road leading to the camp of the Shendu Camp was even more tortuous and difficult than the previous path of the Lonely Old Peak, and Zi Nanli was tied to a thick wooden stick like a boar, and was carried by two boys who were about the same as him, and he was carried to the camp of the Shendu Camp in almost humiliation.

He was content not to have to walk on such a mountain trail that could hardly be called a road, but the boy who followed him, as the boy was called Burnt by the boy soldiers, would occasionally give his head a moment as he peeked into his surroundings.

Zi Nanli thought in his heart that the other party had just wanted to knock him unconscious, but seeing that the heavy wooden stick in his hand had been knocked several times, Zi Nanli still looked left and right with interest, and the little boy was suddenly a little annoyed.

With a "click", the wooden stick with the thickness of the arm smashed on Zi Nanli's head and broke off in response, and between the sawdust, the two boys carrying him and the surrounding baby soldiers were stunned, and the team of the Shendu Battalion immediately stopped, and everyone's eyes couldn't help but fall on the boy named Liao.

"Liao, lightly, don't knock it to death, the elder needs a living mouth," said an older boy with a frown.

Liao raised the wooden stick in his hand and looked at it twice, and then threw it aside, the little guy was wearing a slightly fat blue armor for him, he pulled out the short sword in his hand, and slashed at Zi Nanli twice, and said: "No, this guy is very resistant to beating, and these two hits will kill him."

Liao leaned down, stuck to Zi Nanli's ear and said, "I just don't know if you guys can catch my sword", and he also danced two sword flowers.

Zi Nanli glanced at the other party coldly, even if he was hung upside down, tied to a wooden stick like a prey, he didn't feel how ashamed it was, the glory and reputation that people valued in his time in the early years were thrown into the Lethe River by him after he became a bad guy.

Even if you don't count people, what's the use of all these faces? But even if he doesn't know what shame is, and he has spent hundreds of years of his life in a mess, he can't tolerate a little kid knocking so many pounds on his head in a row.

"Your name is Liao, right, you are moving, believe it or not, I beat you to the point that even your wife can't recognize you," Zi Nanli sneered and threatened.

There was a chill in Liao's eyes, and without saying a word, the short sword in his hand stabbed fiercely at Zi Nanli's throat.

A cold light opened the short sword in Liao's hand at this time, and the boy who had reminded Liao before held a spear and said with an angry face: "You are crazy, the elder said that you want to live."

Liao glared at Zi Nanli very fiercely, the older boy paused, and the spear in his hand was unwillingly returned the sword.

"You'd better be honest, otherwise you, the son of Gandra, will only be able to lie on the bed and play with women for the rest of his life, although the elder needs to live, but I think as long as it doesn't hurt your life, he won't mind if we bring back a captive who has no feet, or no hands" The older boy's eyes flashed with coldness, and he looked at Zi Nanli's legs as if threatening.

"Little brother, look at the way I look now, I don't think I'm honest and don't have the ability" Even in such an environment, Zi Nanli still won't change his almost ridiculous way of speaking.

The faces of the surrounding child soldiers of the Shendu Battalion turned cold, and Zi Nanli suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him had become a little stagnant, and he didn't know why there was such a change, and there was a piercing pain on his face.

The spear cut a long cut in his cheek, and the boy with the spear in his hand had a frosty face and a lustful look in his eyes.

"We will never be brothers to the Gandharas, and if you dare to call me that, I will castrate you," the boy said through gritted teeth.

Zi Nanli glanced at him coldly and said, "You will regret it."

"Really? When you get to the elder, you will understand what real regret is" The boy kicked him hard, and said to the few people around him in this commanding tone: "What are you doing in a daze, hurry back to the camp, the elder is still waiting"

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The Shendu camp hangs lonely on the stone platform behind the lonely old peak Down is the abyss hidden in the mountains, and the road leading to the Shendu camp is also rugged and difficult to walk.

Even if the Shendu clan didn't even have the weapons at hand, the previous city lords of Wuruo City didn't want such a disgraceful thing to happen when they were on an errand.

As for why the Shendu clan is so deeply guarded, Zi Nanli, who is tied to a wooden stick, can also guess a roughly.

In order to completely cut off the almost anti-heaven bloodline of the Shendu Clan, the Nine Kingdoms of Central Continent actually came up with such an extremely filthy method as the First Night Power.

When each woman of the Shendu clan reaches adulthood, her first night belongs only to the local lord or governor, and these two types of authorities can enjoy the woman's body on this day.

After this night, if there is no bright red on the white silk brought by the lord or governor, the woman will be burned at the stake by the Gandharas, who will sacrifice her to the god of fire to wash away her sins with the fire of the god of fire.

Such an absurd and cruel power of the first night was actually written into the law by the Gandhara people, and the Emperor of Light, who thought that he was kind to the Shendu clan, did not stop it in the slightest.

This made the governors and city lords even more unscrupulous, and after they were tired of playing with the women of the Shendu clan, they would sell their first night rights to other colleagues, friends, and relatives.

He even gave the power of the first night to his henchmen in his own house as a way to show his kindness and generosity to his subordinates.

The Shendu clan, whose country had been ruined, could only bear all this silently in the long night, and they hoped that a ray of light would cross the mountains and descend on their heads.

It's a pity that the expectation of such food has been disappointed for hundreds of years, until recently the news of the barbarian attack on the city reached the ears of the Shendu clan.

It was only in this Yueqi Mountain that the Shendu clan realized that the darkest life in the past suddenly had a glimmer of light.

Once the mortal finds a little life, he will cling to it as if he were fighting for his life.

Zi Nanli knew very well what the Shendu Clan was thinking now, he closed his eyes, no longer looking left and right like before, even if his face was broken, he didn't have the slightest anger.

His heart was extraordinarily calm, and now he was waiting to see the elder of the Shendu clan, and after that, the few half-grown boys around him would understand what regret was.

He doesn't have the generosity of being an emperor like that, even if he becomes the god king of Yang Chao at this moment, he doesn't have the slightest strength to be an emperor.

In the world of Middle-earth, he is just an exiled second ancestor, and the emperor's mind is bold, and he will not take it out until he dominates this world.

The sound of the wind in his ears gradually stopped, and Zi Nanli smelled a strong smell of fireworks, as well as a lingering bloody smell mixed in it.

He had already arrived at the camp of the Shendu clan, but he still hadn't opened his eyes, he was still waiting, waiting for the elder of the Shendu clan to appear.

There was a sharp pain in his face, as if something was sticking to his cheeks, and suddenly there were countless roars and roars in his ears, as well as a few hysterical cries of women.

"Disperse, the elders need this captive," Zi Nanli heard the older boy screaming at the top of his voice.

"Twilight, I assure you, if this Gandhara dies, it must be you who dug out his heart."

This is the sound of fire, Zi Nanli closed his eyes and said secretly in his heart.

"Grandpa is injured, the injury is so serious, the three big ones say that grandpa is dying"

The immature voice cried and said, Zi Nanli felt that the child who said this was probably only seven or eight years old, but the desperation in this voice should never appear in a child of such an age.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't be stunned here," said the older boy hurriedly.

Zi Nanli suddenly felt that the two people who were carrying him quickened their pace, and after a few more blows on his face, he felt that the noisy shouting around him finally quieted down.

"Well, the smell here is much better" Zi Nanli shrugged his nose and said secretly in his heart.