"Hmph!" the Prairie King suddenly felt annoyed.

Even he didn't know where this anger came from. In fact, for these nobles on the steppe, the so-called women are nothing more than playthings and property. In the past, the king of the steppe often exchanged female pets with his subordinates and even his sons, and even rewarded his own women to his subordinates or his sons.

Such a custom is undoubtedly "barbaric" and "immoral" in the eyes of the Rolands.

And at this moment, the Prairie King looked at the girl who was standing quietly in front of him, and suddenly had an urge to completely possess her!

Yes, total possession! Completely! Belong to yourself alone! No one is allowed to covet it in the slightest!!

Therefore, with this trace of dissatisfaction and annoyance, he quickly waved his hand and let Hanyue go down. When he looked at the eyes of his favorite sons and stared at Hanyue's back reluctantly, the Prairie King finally couldn't help but slap the wine glass on the table.

"Humph!!"

Then, with an angry expression, the king of the steppe turned and walked out of the banquet tent without saying a word, leaving behind the people who looked at each other.

And only Saladin, a faint sneer slipped across his face. However, in order to hide this expression, he quickly picked up the golden cup and pretended to drink to cover his face...... He couldn't wait to push away the beautiful maids on both sides who were trying to support him—these women were all he loved, but today in his eyes, there was not even the slightest charm.

He almost crashed headlong into his tent, and then he heard an exclamation from inside, and the beautiful girl turned and looked at him in horror.

Without a word of nonsense, the Prairie King immediately quickly removed the armor on his body, and then pounced with all his might. Hanyue sighed sadly in her heart, but she fell to the ground very cooperatively, and then struggled a few times symbolically, and was already pressed under her body by the King of the Prairie.

The Prairie King felt the delicate girl trembling under him, and this trembling stimulated the impulse in his heart even more. He grabbed Hanyue's hands. Then he tore her clothes hard, and when the rough fingers finally touched the girl's delicate skin, Hanyue had closed her eyes.

With a few snorts, his clothes were torn, and the Prairie King gasped violently. And when his hand grabbed Hanyue's neck, it seemed to grasp something. Hanyue on the ground suddenly opened her eyes and struggled hard.

Her struggle was no longer a symbol of the earth, but a struggle with all her might, and finally she finally got her wish to get the thing back from the Prairie King's hand—a soft and mellow pearl.

The Prairie King didn't care why the girl valued a pearl so much, and all his interest was in her body......

Soon, the tent was filled with the heavy panting of men and the painful cries of girls...... This night. The Prairie King felt as if he had returned to his youth, in the body of this girl who had filled him with yù hopes. He seemed to feel that he had inexhaustible jīng strength and physical strength! All night long, the louder the girl screamed. It was as if he felt the desire for conquest in his heart stronger!

Until dawn. He couldn't even remember how many times he had ravaged the girl. Only to the end, when he walked out of the tent in the morning. Only then did I feel that my legs were weak and my eyes were a little dizzy.

Beside them, several royal court warriors who were guarding outside the tent suddenly startled everyone when they saw their king come out! Some people even exclaimed in surprise.

This...... Is this our king?!!

The Prairie King, who originally retained his majestic demeanor, seemed to be ten years old, and a few wrinkles appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were no longer bright as before, becoming a little cloudy, and ...... There is also a hint of tyranny and anxiety.

The King of the Prairie had the habit of riding his horse every morning, but this morning, when he tried to mount his horse, he suddenly became so staggered that he could hardly mount it, and almost fell, but with the help of the guards, he barely sat on his horse.

All this made the Prairie King's heart sink suddenly!!

During the day, in the proceedings of the Golden Horde, everyone was aware of the change in their king. Everyone could see the exhaustion and aging of the Prairie King...... Even when he was deliberating, he was obviously a little unable to concentrate, and he sat there as if he was drowsy.

And he became unexpectedly manic and irritable! When a general could not help but ask a few questions, the king suddenly burst into anger. He slammed the table and stood up, pointed at the other man and scolded, "Do you think I'm old, think I'm no good, think I can't be a king anymore, think I can't stop you bastards! Get out! Get out! Get out, you bastard! Someone! Drag him out!!! Whip him a hundred lashes!"

Then, the Prairie King's body shook a few times, and he sat down heavily, his breath short, and his chest couldn't stop heaving.

He looked at the frightened eyes of everyone below, and when he saw his favorite sons, he suddenly remembered the greedy eyes of these boys at the banquet last night, when they looked at Hanyue...... A sudden wave of extreme disgust and anger suddenly arose in his heart!

Then, ignoring the eyes of the crowd, he staggered out of the tent and hurried back to his tent. Pushed away the maid beside him, and then quickly broke in. When he saw Hanyue wearing a light veil, scrubbing his body with water, there were still many bruises on the delicate skin...... It was the traces of his own tyranny left by last night.

In his heart, a fire was suddenly ignited!

He felt himself angry, angry, very angry!

He needs to vent!

Therefore, he pounced again, and pressed Hanyue under his body in one fell swoop, although the girl was exclaiming, and the basin next to him was knocked over, it did not shake his impulse.

Only by pressing on this girl's body did he seem to have regained his jīng power. Her own strength, her own majesty! It seems that only in her body has she regained such a majestic steppe king! She seems to have endless jīng power!!

On the third day, the warriors did not see their king come out of their tent, and it was not until the sun rose overhead that there was the sound of staggering footsteps in the tent. Then the curtain opened. When everyone saw the king's appearance, everyone was stunned!!

The king's face was full of wrinkles, and his originally brown hair was faintly pale, and his temples were white...... Where is the slightest hint of the majesty of the king of the steppe? He seems to be a weak place. Aging old man!

This time, he couldn't even get on his horse, and with the help of several samurai, he barely sat on the horse, but his body was a little crooked. On this day, in the tent, the king's aging surprised everyone. This old guy. He even saw that there was an empty place in the tent, and he was furious: "Why is there one person missing! Someone would dare not come!!"

Then, the person next to him whispered to remind him. The one who was absent. It was yesterday that he ordered a hundred lashes and was recuperating at home.

Look at the people below. He was very angry, he was even more frightened in his heart, and he also faintly felt that he was old and weak, but as a king of the grassland who respected his strength, he was afraid that he would be said to be weak! Because then he would lose his majesty even more!!

"The weaker a person is, the more he will use bluff to emphasize his strength. Saladin suddenly remembered this sentence. The person who said this was none other than his current backer, the Duke of Tulip, the young duke with a gentle smile on his face, and even a little soft.

The Prairie King was furious!

He didn't understand where this anger came from, as if this anger was devouring his soul to the fullest, a raging evil fire, burning himself, making himself almost explode, and he wanted to find a place to vent immediately!

Finally, less than halfway through the day's deliberations, the angry king of the steppe ordered a close minister to be executed, just because this guy didn't look his eyes in the eye when he spoke to himself!

"What are you afraid of!Are you afraid of me!!Or do you have no respect for me in your heart, so you don't dare to look me in the eyes!!" The Prairie King almost jumped up in front of everyone, pulled out his scimitar, and slashed at the poor fellow's head, blood sprayed, hot blood sprayed on his face, the Prairie King was stimulated by this blood, as if he had finally gotten a trace of relief after venting.

But then, looking at the surprised eyes in the tent, his heart swelled up with boundless irritability again!

These guys...... You, what are you looking at me like this? I'm not old! I'm not old!!

Again, he rushed out of his tent as if he had fled, and staggered out. He didn't go straight back to his tent, though he wanted to go back and see the woman who had driven him crazy...... However, at this moment, he was still a king after all, and an instinctive jǐng was born in his heart. He also faintly felt that something was wrong, and he needed to think about it carefully.

Finally, he wandered outside the royal court for a long time, and the wind of the grassland seemed to soothe the anxiety in his heart, and he decided to go back and see, the woman...... Could she ......

When he irritably drove away the guards around him, and walked directly back to his tent, he saw several maids outside the tent from a distance, as if looking at his return with some trepidation and surprise. Suddenly, he vaguely guessed something in his heart.

Sure enough, he ran angrily, and outside, he heard the man's hurried voice and the woman's rebellious cry from inside. Indifferent, but her face was still alarmed. She sat in the tent, got dressed, and waited quietly.

Sure enough, in the morning, a young man walked in. Hanyue knew that this was a certain son of the Prairie King...... As for which one it is, Hanyue doesn't care.

Does it make a difference? These guys, they just look at themselves with greedy eyes, and then fantasize about tearing their clothes for the first time. Then press yourself under your body.

The man was a little panicked when he came in, but the first moment he saw him, Hanyue saw the look in his eyes, and then, she immediately exclaimed. This irritates the other side even more.

Not a word. This man came up and was about to take his hand, as if he wanted to take himself away, Hanyue struggled a few times, and in the process of struggling, she cleverly let her clothes be torn. Her delicate human legs were exposed.

She saw the man swallow hard a few times, and then pressed it desperately......

It was at this moment that the curtain of the tent was lifted. The Prairie King roared, and he rushed in with his scimitar in hand. The young man immediately shuddered with fright, and then he jumped up like a rabbit, and then quickly dodged the scimitar slash.

However, at this time, Hanyue skillfully tripped him with her body.

"Ah......h

Soon, the warriors outside the royal court heard the cries here. When they gathered around, they saw with their own eyes the sixth prince, the favorite of the king of the steppe, rushing out of the tent covered in blood. The god was very panicked, and the sixth prince was on the lap. was slashed. The blood flowed non-stop.

The Prairie King then roared and rushed out, his golden scimitar in hand. chased behind, and then in full view of everyone, a knife slashed at his son's back!

The scimitar passed through his chest, and the sixth prince had already fallen before he could even scream. At this time, the samurai of the nearby land surrounded and swept over, some tried to support their king, and some hurried to see the life and death of the six princes.

"You!Are you also against me!!"

The Prairie King's eyes were red, and he quickly slashed down a warrior beside him who was trying to support him, and at this time, he heard an exclamation, and his other son ran over, this was his eleventh son.

Seeing this guy, the Prairie King had a vicious thought in his heart!

"You, what are you doing here, are you thinking about that woman, you want to steal her!!"

His eyes were red, and he ran like a raging lion, and before the young son could scream, he was struck in the neck and fell sideways.

His last words were: "Father...... I, I just heard the exclamation, come and see...... "Get out, get out, get out of here!!!

The Prairie King threw away the scimitar with great force, he took a few steps back brightly, looked at the surrounding warriors, and the generals who surrounded him: "Everyone, get out of here! These corpses are placed here! No one is allowed to touch !!!"

He suddenly ran back to his tent, and the King of the Prairie saw Han Yue, who was sitting there, her clothes in tatters, her slender legs exposed, and the placket of her chest open, revealing a rounded arc.

"You! you...... It's all you!It's all you!!"

The Prairie King roared and pounced violently, and at the same time ripped off Hanyue's clothes fiercely, and forcefully separated hers

There was no sadness in Hanyue's heart, she even felt indifferently that the Prairie King was angry into her body, and then, almost immediately, ......

The Prairie King felt that his yùwang valve was suddenly and completely opened, and he felt that the strength of his whole body, the vitality of his body, and everything were quickly vented out, and a trace of desperate fear finally appeared in his heart!

Finally, he roared, and on Hanyue's body, his body trembled violently, and then he fell softly, and blood flowed from his mouth, nose, and eyes!!

Hanyue silently pushed the dead man away, then sat up, she pulled her clothes.

She heard exclamations and hurried footsteps outside the tent. Instead of panicking, she walked over to a mirror in the tent, where she stood and gently tugged at her hair.

In the mirror, he is still as beautiful as ever, and his eyes are still as tranquil as moonlight.

"I ...... My name is Hanyue. She looked at herself in the mirror: "Lord Duke, he said...... He said, I'm beautiful. ”

Finally, her fingers gripped the pearl she wore around her neck, and then she bit down the pill hidden in her teeth...... A mess.

Two of the king's favorite princes were killed by his own hands, and then the dead king and the woman's body were seen in the king's tent.

In addition to extreme surprise, there were also some sober-minded people who immediately thought of a pressing question!

The forces on the steppe are about to be re-ranked!

There were three princes, after receiving the news, immediately ran back to their tents, and then busily dispatched their troops and horses, and the generals also rushed to be busy.

The sound of soldiers, the hoofs of horses, the neighing of horses......

Ironically, no one cared about the two bodies in the tent. And in the midst of this busyness, no one noticed that Saladin, the youngest son of the king, had quietly left the royal court with all his men and subordinates early this morning, far away.

"Kill, rob, when you've killed enough, and you're exhausted, it's time for me to come back again!!"