The next morning, Maudun walked out of the vault to visit the warriors who had followed him from birth to death.

His steps are steady, unhurried, and he has the demeanor of a general.

Along the way, he met the Qin army who was stumbling in the Xiongnu language to tease the Hun woman, and the Hun woman boldly smiled and replied that if you are really brave enough, don't be on duty at night, come and drill my dome to see if your bird is as hard as your beak.

I also saw the Hun man with the shepherd dog and the sheep to graze, cursing the good women who were robbed by the Qin dogs, and the Qin army who heard these words not only did not draw his sword and chop his head, but laughed and looked proud.

He was silent, as if he had not recovered from yesterday's pursuit, like a lone wolf who had been expelled from the pack, seemingly strolling leisurely, but in fact secretly licking his wounds.

He didn't understand why the Huns here got along so well with the black-armored Qin army.

A few months ago, Meng Tian, the butcher of the Qin State, led this group of black-armored Qin troops to defeat Gaoque City, leaving no women, children, old and young.

Digging three feet under this land, you can still see the bones of those Gaoque Huns who died tragically, how can the Xiongnu men and women of these small tribes flirt with the enemy on the graves of their compatriots, it's really damned!

Couldn't they have forgotten that it was because of these black-armored Qin troops that they were forced to be crucified in the barren land for seven hundred miles? They don't remember that at least hundreds of small tribes that listened to them were wiped out by this black-armored Qin army!

Maudon was roaring and roaring inwardly, but his mouth was kept tightly closed, as if his vocal cords had fallen into the vault.

In order to escape, he abandoned everything that could represent his noble status.

He was now wearing an extremely ordinary fur coat, and the handle of the knife on his waist was originally inlaid with red, green, blue, yellow, purple, black and white gemstones, arranged in the method of the Big Dipper, but now there are only seven small holes left.

Abandoned the exterior ornaments, no matter how you look at it, he is now nothing more than a sturdy Hun man.

There was a Hun woman who was squatting down to milk a goat, and when she saw that he was handsome, she smiled and blocked the way and asked him if he would drill into the vault.

The moment he was stopped, his hand subconsciously placed on his waist and grasped the hilt with seven small holes.

The Hun woman with a big heart and a large amount of milk quickly approached, and her fingers stained with milky white goat's milk reached out to his mouth and laughed and said that she would feed him milk.

Mao Dun resisted the urge to draw a knife and slash, and he didn't want to make any extraneous branches, so he just wanted to urn and replied angrily. I thought that it was true that he should be a little more domineering at this time, but to what extent?

Although he would love to kill this low, ugly, shameless little tribe now.

But if he really did this, would it make the Qin dog named Ying Chengcheng have an overreaction and thus be detrimental to him......

His thoughts turned a thousand times, it was difficult to make a decision, he stood still and did not move, like an innocent virgin who had never tasted the taste of a woman, and suddenly met a beauty who took the initiative to favor him and his brain was down, and he was at a loss.

Before stepping out of the vault, he expected to be blocked from his way and forbidden to move around at will. I expected to encounter the Qin army to insult and even kill the Huns, and I was set up in front of him.

But he didn't think at all that he would be molested by a Hun woman.

Drill vaults?

That's a lowly thing that a lowly person does.

Which woman the honorable Prince Maudun wanted, it was only a matter of mouth.

Mao Dun hung up, but the broad-minded Hun woman continued to operate.

The freshly squeezed goat's milk was still warm, and it was rubbed on Maudun's lips, and his fingers continued to reach his mouth.

Mao Dun finally reacted, waved his hand and knocked the woman's hand away, his heart was not ordinary disgusting, and his anger burned!

This lowly man is so bold! Damn it! Damn it!

The woman smiled with satisfaction, unaware of the danger, and patted her chest hard, bouncing up and down the rich capital.

"Come to my vault at night, enough milk tubes!"

Maudun was silent for a moment, his eyes shining like a beast.

He licked his lips and tasted the goat's milk that had been brought to his mouth without boiling, and let out a cruel smile.

"I want to try it now!"

He dragged the woman's arm and pulled her leg away, but the woman who had just been changed her face.

"I'm not done milking yet! Now it's not crowded, everyone doesn't have to drink at night! ”

"Feed me first!"

Women just don't want to, struggling hard.

Mao Dun stopped his waist and picked up the brisk walk, like a lustful ghost, but his eyes were clear.

He didn't wait for a few steps.

"Stop!"

A patrolling Qin soldier stopped the two of them with the unsheathed Qin sword horizontally.

"Put her down."

Mao paused, but still hugged the woman.

The Qin army, who was very likely to stop him in his imagination, did stop him, but not because of himself, but because of a woman.

A lowly woman, a woman who dies in the desert will only be favored by jackals and vultures.

In the eyes of these Qin people, is it important to prevent me from taking risks, and is the safety of this cheap breed important?

Mao Dun's arm was forced, and the woman screamed in pain, seeing that Qin Jun's already stopped struggling became violent again.

Qin Jun drew his sword, his voice condensed like ice.

"The leader has an order, and the adulterer, the capital crime, can be killed on the spot!"

This draw of the sword is like a signal, no matter what the surrounding people are busy with, they all gather here, regardless of the Qin people and the Huns.

They surrounded Maudun in the middle, and asked Maudun to put down the woman in his hand immediately, otherwise they would be unkind to him, and they were all in unison.

Gao Que City Decree, within 200 steps, those who see a crime and ignore it, expel Gao Que!

Mao Dun's heart sank.

It is okay for the Qin people to come to stop it, it is to carry out military orders, and the discipline is strict.

It is also possible for the Huns to stop them, to protect women and children.

But the Qin people and the Huns came together, this can't be!

Seeing the Qin people before, the Huns talked and laughed, and maybe there was a superficial harmony.

But this time it comes to the use of force, these sluts! Why are you still standing with Qin Gou!

What kind of ecstasy soup did the leader of Gaoque City pour into these sluts!

While the woman was struggling in his arms, she explained to Qin Jun, who had drawn out the Qin sword, that the two knew each other and were joking.

Mao Dun said abruptly:

"My name is Maudun."

When he said this, his back straightened a little.

There is no need to go into other details, as long as you are a Hunn, you will know what the word Maodun means.

It's like the Qin people know that Fusu is the eldest son of the first emperor.

He carefully observed the expressions of the people around him.

He saw that the Qin army was unmoved, saw that most of the Huns looked uncertain, and saw the woman in his arms looking at him obsessively and forgetting to struggle.

He breathed a sigh of relief, at least these sluts still remembered that they were Huns, and remembered him as the Hun prince Maodun.

But the next moment, the faces of this group of Huns became even colder than before, as if he, the prince of the Huns, was the butcher who exterminated many small tribes.

Mao Dun intended to win over the Huns in Gaoque City, pulled up a team to save himself, and completely sank to the bottom of the abyss.

Everything he sees today is strange and absurd.

He's creepy.