The transparent ghost gang wind exploded in the tent only after Zhang Mengmeng's body softened, blowing the tent to shake for a while. Zhang Mengmeng only has the cultivation of Peiyuan Great Perfection, and in the face of the sneak attack of Wei Wuliang, the protector of the Great Perfection, there is no possibility of resistance at all.

Her body was blown to one side by the wind. Her face was sickly pale, her originally neat and regular bun was loose and messy, and her hair was full of green silk like mercury, which looked really pitiful. Wei Wuliang looked at this young and beautiful female disciple, first sighed deeply, and then an evil light flashed in his eyes.

He stepped over Zhang Mengmeng's body, walked out of the tent, and respectfully invited Du Chuanchang.

"The old man has a good method!" Du Chuanchang looked at Zhang Mengmeng, who had fainted on the ground, and rubbed his hands with joy: "I didn't directly ask the specific location of that kid, so it's good, so that she won't be alert, and it will be much more convenient to make a move." Okay, good!"

"Du Gongzi won't think that the old man is so rotten that he can't even deal with the ants of the Peiyuan period, right?" Wei Wuliang pouted dissatisfiedly, thinking to himself that this girl is alert, what if she can still grow wings and fly?

"No, no!" Du Chuanchang hurriedly explained, it seemed that between him and Wei Wuliang, they still maintained some respect for each other: "The deity is afraid that as soon as your old man gets angry, he will slap him to death, then it won't be beautiful! Old man, this time the credit will be given to you in double shares! Yinchen that kid wants this big beauty...... The deity has also been thinking about it for many years-" Du Chanchang smiled while bending down and picking Zhang Mengmeng up carefully.

Wei Wuliang heard Du Chuanchang's words, although his face was still tense, but in his eyes, an irrepressible flash of joy, the Poison Dragon Sect is rich and rich, and it is true to its words, the reward is the same as the poison, which ordinary people dare not imagine.

[After an hour]

Zhang Mengmeng slowly opened her eyes, her pupils were a little dilated a little more dilated than before.

For the first few seconds, her eyes were still blank, as if she couldn't figure out what she was doing at this time, but after a few seconds, her eyes were already gray, and there was only shock and despair in her eyes.

She was now unrestrained, half-lying on a thick straw mat, her hands tied behind her back with thick hemp rope, her feet wide spread apart, and each tied with a long rope to a wooden post that supported the tent. It was a humiliating position.

At this time, she couldn't feel whether there was a dantian in her body, and her strength was likely to have turned into running water, and what made her even more painful was that her lower body was extremely painful, and the straw mat was dotted with red.

"Wei Wuliang, why are you ......!" Zhang Mengmeng screamed, she suddenly remembered everything before she fell into a coma, so to speak, did the dignified Demon Wei Pavilion Protector personally plot against herself?!

Zhang Mengmeng originally thought that the Lord Protector was greedy for her beauty, and she temporarily attacked herself, after all, this kind of thing was also prevalent in the interior of the Demon Pavilion, she originally thought that her current situation had nothing to do with Feng Lieshan's affairs, and she might really have to suffer a dumb loss, but when she saw the person standing in front of her clearly, she knew that everything was irreparable, and half of her screams were forced back into her throat.

The person in front of her was not Wei Wuliang, but Du Chuanchang.

"Poisonous Dragon Sect, could it be that things have been ......" Zhang Mengmeng looked at Du Chuanchang who was smiling evilly, and fell into the abyss of despair both physically and mentally.

"What's the matter, aren't you happy to see the deity?" Du Chuanchang smiled evilly, and gently touched the soft flesh on Zhang Mengmeng's chest, Zhang Mengmeng turned her face away in disgust, her face was full of anger and bitter blush.

"Huh, is your temper quite big?" Du Chuanchang stretched out his hands to hold Zhang Mengmeng's pretty face, and forcibly turned it to himself, Zhang Mengmeng's pupils were dilated to Du Chuanchang's evil **** eyes, this time, she did not have any resistance.

The residents of the Fengyuan Continent are very restrained in their interactions between men and women, and they are not romantic enough to kiss, and women only kiss each other's other parts, so Du Chuanchang did not kiss Zhang Mengmeng, but put his hands on her.

"What's the matter? The deity said that I must get you, doesn't this just get you?" Du Chuanchang played with Zhang Mengmeng while smiling evilly and blowing hot air at her. Zhang Mengmeng's body writhed uneasily, she just felt uncomfortable, and she didn't feel the intense shame and anger like other girls who were played and ravaged by Du Chuanchang.

After the initial moment of anger and fear, Zhang Mengmeng calmed down and was ready to accept the bad luck, she knew that she was no longer a complete person at this time, and the complete Zhang Mengmeng had already turned into a statue, always accompanying the person she wanted to guard.

She began to yearn for the three days to pass quickly. She said to herself over and over again that her current body was broken and meaningless, all the humiliation and all the pain had nothing to do with [Zhang Mengmeng], and she was just a corpse that looked like Zhang Mengmeng at this moment.

"Du Gongzi is full of scheming, Zhang Mengmeng lost, so he was naturally willing to gamble and lose. Zhang Mengmeng's body, let's give it to Childe as a plaything, but Zhang Mengmeng's body is weak and her strength is low, so please take care of Childe a little. Zhang Mengmeng took the initiative to speak. Her words made Du Chuanchang stunned for a while, he originally thought that Zhang Mengmeng, a self-contained little slut, would struggle fiercely, she originally wanted to appreciate the girl who was struggling violently between the ropes and was "lucky" by herself. In the past, those small jasper snatched from ordinary people's homes would struggle to the death in this case, crying and shouting, and very excitedly "surrendering" to his Du Dagongzi's crotch, what is going on with this Zhang Mengmeng? Why did he accept the reality of being **** by himself so quickly? It's not fun at all?

"What? don't you feel ashamed?" Du Chuanchang asked a little unpleasantly, his heart even wanted to torture Zhang Mengmeng with some torture for a moment, so that she really struggled and screamed between the ropes, but looking at her perfect body that he had never seen before, Du Chuanchang was reluctant.

Poor Du Chuanchang, he claims to be the most perfect man in the world, but he doesn't have the most perfect woman in the world, and the women he has played with are either average in appearance or have already been tasted by thousands of people. He once hooked up with a red-card girl who didn't sell her body, but he was about to go to bed, and he was robbed by the prince of the Southern Empire, no matter how capable Du Chuanchang was, he didn't dare to provoke such a character, but the result was naturally a bitter fruit to swallow by himself, and he didn't even find a chance to poison the prince.

The young Du Chuanchang has only today had a woman with a perfect figure and appearance, so he still cherishes it, Zhang Mengmeng gives him a much better feeling than the Yin Yang and Hezong disciples who cover their crow's feet with thick fat powder, that woman gives him the feeling that it is just a very absorbent tissue, but Zhang Mengmeng, he found a little hazy and soft feeling in her that men like women.

Therefore, Du Chuanchang really didn't dare to break Zhang Mengmeng's body at this time. Is there any kind of torture in this world that can not leave scars? Du Chuanchang couldn't think of it, it was the poison of the Poison Dragon Sect, and when it attacked, it was not covered in sores.

Du Chuanchang, who was thinking like this, rubbed his hands harder and harder, and gradually his own breathing became heavier first. (To be continued.) )