Helian Zhuofeng didn't intend to end up in person, and his current physical condition couldn't help him from being as wanton as before.

Long before he reached the hunting ground, the men below herded some of the prey into a circle as instructed, and put up an iron fence so that they could only run around the circle.

It's all fairly docile prey, guarded by forbidden armies.

Helian Zhuofeng raised his hand and beckoned a few people over, asked them to stand outside the fence and release arrows inside, and then watched the prey flee in panic.

Although they are all relatively docile prey, being confined in a circle, unable to escape, crashing around, and bloody all over the ground still brought Helian Zhuofeng some long-lost pleasure.

It's probably been a long time since I've been on a hunting ground, and I've been tortured and exhausted in recent days, and this long-lost pleasure makes Helian Zhuofeng feel a lot more energetic.

He couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable just looking at it like this, so he took a bow and arrow and went forward to fight it himself.

One by one, the arrow feathers passed through the fence and landed accurately into the field, piercing one prey after another, although this sense of accomplishment was not as pleasant as when he dabbled in the horse before, but it still made Helian Zhuofeng, who had been suppressed for a long time, feel a kind of release.

He couldn't help but get more and more excited, as if with this excitement, the blood in his body, which was as cold as bone marrow tortured by the cold poison, began to boil gradually, as if it was ......

Helian Zhuofeng took a light breath and ordered the guards to bring him a bowl of fresh deer blood.

The guards didn't know why, but the emperor was very interested and hurriedly went to get the blood of the deer.

Helian Zhuofeng drank the bowl full of deer blood in one gulp, and felt that the whole person was about to boil, his eyes burst out with excitement and bloodthirsty light, and he threw the bow and arrow in his hand to the guards on the side, and then wiped the corner of his blood-stained lips, and strode towards the long couch that was placed not far away for him to rest, and now only Mu Yao was sitting there.

Mu Miao couldn't help but tense up as he watched him approach.

Helian Zhuofeng waved his hand, and the waiter immediately understood what he meant, and hurriedly ordered someone to pull a circle of cloth around the couch.

Mu Yao's body became more and more stiff, the smile on her lips did not decrease, and her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, but those extraordinarily beautiful eyes had a hint of unintelligible haze.

Helian Zhuofeng strode over, grabbed her waist and pressed the person on the couch, impatiently lifted the wooden skirt, and then hurriedly ripped off his belt.

Without any preparation or tenderness, he brutally broke into her shenti, his hands pressed on her shoulders, like a wild beast crazy dong, let out a roar like a wild lv, his eyes were bloodshot, his body trembled, but he couldn't stop that madness, he desperately rubbed his subordinates, as if it was not a person, but a tool for him to vent.

Mu Miao tilted his head and looked up at the slightly gloomy sky.

The hazy fog under the eyes couldn't be dispersed, and behind that layer of fog was a bitterly cold, so cold that it was even colder than the cold winter air in the north.

Helian Zhuofeng became more and more excited, and when he was extremely excited, the rubbing began to turn into whipping, slap after slap, not on his face, but on his body.

The winter in the Northland is very cold, she is not wearing heavy clothes, and every slap falls, the pain is very clear.