Law of the Devil

The custom of people on the grasslands is indeed to live in tents. These nomadic peoples live with water and grass, graze livestock, and do not have any fixed settlement cities. That's right...

However, even if they are people on the grasslands, even if they live in a tent, it is an extremely luxurious tent, and it is not much different from the big house where the nobles live in Roland. But... These tents are the standard marching tents of the private army of the Tulip family. They are small tents that can barely sleep three or four people in one, and the height is also very limited.

After being annoyed at the beginning, Hanmoye wanted to wave his sleeves away, but the fire in his heart was suppressed and suppressed, thinking to himself: This Duke Tulip humiliated me so much, obviously he is a hardliner. Although the other party was unreasonable, it was just a trick to annoy me.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became angry, suppressed the anger on his face, managed to force a smile, glanced at Longbottom, gritted his teeth and said, "In that case, please help me thank you, Lord Duke!"

After finishing speaking, Hanmoye didn't dare to say anything else, he was afraid that he would have an outburst if he couldn't help it, so he lifted the curtain of a tent and walked in first.

All of the hundreds of followers he brought showed anger, and some even put their hands on the handle of the knife. It's just that the master didn't speak, and these people endured it. Then they entered the tent to rest. It's just that the tent is not enough for 200 people. Longbottom didn't care about that much. He stood outside the tent and laughed loudly: "The prince has a good rest, I will excuse you."

Hammoyed sat alone in the tent, trying to calm down his anger. My heart gradually calmed down, thinking about what the Duke of Tulip was planning. He took out the "agreement" that Longbottom had given him and looked at it carefully, trying not to tear it into pieces.

Originally, when Hanmuye and his party arrived. It was almost evening, and he was sulking while sitting in the tent. The subordinates didn't dare to disturb them, so they could only organize and live in other tents. until the evening. As night fell, the entire Duke's mansion was completely indifferent, not even a servant came to serve him!

Not to mention sending some food, I didn't even drink my saliva.

Hanmoye was originally sitting in the tent and was angry, but gradually he also felt hungry and became annoyed. I also feel a little dry mouth. He opened his mouth and said, "Come here!"

Two young prairie warriors walked in from outside the tent: "My lord."

"What time is it now? Is it already dark?"

"……Yes."

Hamuye frowned. Then he walked out of the tent and looked at the sky. Under the sky full of stars, he couldn't help but feel agitated: Why isn't dinner already served?

Everywhere I go. Roland's officials all hosted a banquet in entertainment when they were in the imperial capital. Although he and those Roland officials spat at the negotiating table every day, it was a small feast every day, and a big feast every two days. Jinyi delicacies are never lacking.

Why wait until now. Has no one in the duke's mansion invited him to the banquet?

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a strange idea in his heart:

The loathsome Tulip Duke... him. He won't care about food? !

Thinking of this, I feel more and more ominous. Immediately sent someone out to find the people from the Duke's Mansion.

It wasn't Longbottom who came here this time. It was Ma De, the head of the Duke's Mansion. Made politely came to the residences of the members of the mission. He saluted the prince of the prairie without a trace. Then be polite. He said with a smile: "My dear guest, what can I do?"

Hamuye hesitated. It's kind of rude to ask this question. I am a guest. It's not good to ask questions hastily, maybe the other party is already preparing. Just not ready yet. After all, I came relatively late... But, no matter how late I am, I am not as late as I am now.

"Uh..." Hanmoye said in a low voice, "Mr. Manager, may I ask, does your duke's mansion...don't open dinner at night?"

"Food?" Made looked innocent and bewildered, his expression was indeed harmless to humans and animals, but he wondered: "What are you talking about, how can people not eat?"

Han Muye only felt his stomach growling. Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "So, when will I go to the banquet? I have to tidy up and dress up for the dinner of the Duke, so that I won't be late. Obviously neglecting the master."

Made seemed even more at a loss: "This... distinguished guest... what kind of banquet? The Duke's mansion is up and down, and the dinner has already been used."

"...What?!" Han Muye's anger was really serious! !

This bastard Tulip actually doesn't care about food? ! Does he want to starve me to death? !

Resisting the urge to draw his knife, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Oh, everyone in the Duke's Mansion has already had dinner? But, my people and I have worked hard all the way, and we are still hungry."

Ma De still seemed to be puzzled: "Ah? The honored guest and your people haven't eaten yet? Sigh... why is this? Is the custom of the honored guest's hometown different from that of us Roland people, who don't eat at night? ?”

shit! If you don't give us land, shall we drink the wind? !

Hanmoye's face was livid with anger: "Although our customs are different in your country, we still have to eat dinner!"

Afterwards, Made said something that made Han Muye almost spurt blood: "Oh, if this is the case, then please use it slowly, my lord."

Hanmoye is considered a relatively well-mannered person, so he suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "Then, please tell us, where should we eat?"

"Uh... is there a difference? If you like it, you can use it in the tent."

"That's good." Hanmoye said: "Then please send someone to bring the food here."

After Hanmuye finished speaking, he turned his head and was about to leave, but Ma De smiled, this time he smiled like a simple and honest old farmer: "I am afraid that your envoy has misunderstood... Uh, the duke's mansion has already had dinner. Well, the cooks in the kitchen have already gone home—you see, it’s getting late. Oh, there are two good restaurants on the street outside the Duke’s Mansion, if you are interested. You can try the taste there. But at this time, you have to hurry, and it will be a little later. I am afraid they will also pretend to be false."

Understood! This abominable Tulip Duke really doesn't care about food!

Han Moye's heart drips blood, he is the prince's honor. Where is it not to be entertained? Where did you experience this kind of uselessness? Staring at Old Made for a few times, he gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "Okay! Okay! Thank you so much for your hospitality!"

Matt is no nonsense. After saluting, he left with a smile on his face. .

"Come... come!" Hanmoye shouted loudly. The subordinates next to him were already so angry that they were about to yell, and they rushed over when they heard the master's yell, and some even pulled out their machetes and shouted loudly: "Master, let's chop off these Roland pigs with our knives!" How dare they insult their noble master like this. Ten thousand deaths are not enough!"

"Yes! Kill them. Then go back to the grassland!"

"Master, we killed them!"

"Master, don't talk nonsense, let's go to war! Kill these Roland pigs!"

The machete roared. Under the light of the knife, everyone was filled with anger. Shout again and again. After a while, Hanmuye fell silent, then took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words:

"Send someone...to the street to buy food!"

"The one in the middle is Hanmoye." Du Wei stood on a tower. Behind the window, condescending. It happened to be able to have a panoramic view of the tents where the prairie people were stationed. He stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and looking at the prairie man in front of the tent below. These people drew their knives and shouted again, probably very angry.

After all, at such a height, Du Wei can directly see the opponent with Eagle Eye, but Philip behind him can't. He holds a single-lens telescope in both hands. Also look below. He smiled and said, "That's right, my lord. The one in the middle is wearing a fine attire and has a golden ring on his hair. That's Hanmoyed."

Du Wei narrowed his eyes and looked at the negotiating opponent. Medium build. He doesn't look as powerful as the other prairie men, nor does he look like the others, but the eyebrows are more like a Roland nobleman. The appearance is still handsome, and he is quite shrewd. At this moment, his face was livid with anger, but he still could bear it without attacking.

"It's rare... a guy who can bear it." Du Wei smiled. Then he looked back at Philip: "What do you think?"

"My lord... Is it too much for us to do this?" Philip frowned: "After all, he is an envoy of a country. Such negligence..."

"Hmph, what's too much." Du Wei said lightly, "Isn't it too much for them to invade our territory, attack our city, and kill our people?"

"But after all, the two sides are at war, and they shouldn't be so negligent. This is the national ritual of the empire."

"Bullshit Guoyi." Du Wei smiled lightly: "Tell me, is it important to eat and drink, or is war important? This Hanmuye is not a fool, and the king of the grassland will not be a fool. Even if they get angry, they will You won't really start a war with us just because of this negligence in treatment. At most, you just get angry and lose your temper. What can you do? Hmph..."

After a pause, Du Wei laughed again: "If the prairie people really want to go to war with us because of the neglect of etiquette... If the prairie people have this level of IQ, then even if they go to war, I won't be afraid of them anymore. An enemy who would be so hot-headed and fight because of such a trivial matter is not worthy of our worries. But he endured it... Hehe, it seems that starting tomorrow, I have to think about it again."

Philip smiled wryly. However, he also admitted that what the Duke said was right, even if the other party got angry again, he would not rashly launch a war between the two countries because of this kind of thing. If the other party really does that, it shows that the other party is stupid and reckless. There is no need to worry about such an enemy.

"By the way, have my orders been ordered?"

"Yes... I have ordered it." Philip bowed and smiled: "I have already sent someone to describe the attire of the members of the mission to the bosses in the shops on the surrounding streets in detail. Everyone Keep it in mind...everywhere a prairie man dressed like this goes to buy food and drink, the price will be quoted three times higher."

"Okay." Du Wei clapped his palms and said with a smile, "Since this Hanmoye is a prince, he should be quite rich, so let's make some contributions to the economy of our Loulan City."

At night, Du Wei didn't care about the messengers from the prairie, but wandered to the dungeon under the castle by himself. The guards outside were dispersed: "Everyone stands ten meters away, and no one is allowed to approach."

Then Du Wei pushed open the cell door and walked in.

The cell had already been cleaned relatively cleanly. It was the female assassin Ailu who lived in it.

In the past few days, Du Wei did not make things difficult for this simple-minded female assassin. Not only gave her good food and drink. He even asked someone to change her to such a relatively clean cell. Even at Ailu's request, she was given a chance to take a bath.

However, it seems that Du Wei did it maliciously and never provided Ailu with any decent clothes. Instead, people rushed to make a few sets of clothes that were the same as the sexy and revealing clothes that Ai Lu was wearing. Made several sets. Is his heart bad... It can be seen.

Having not seen the sun for many days, Ai Lu's skin was a little pale. She had already been shackled, and she could move freely in this cell, but Du Wei set up a magic circle around the cell. Although Ai Lu knows the witchcraft of Daxue Mountain, she can't escape it.

When Du Wei pushed the door and walked in. The poor female assassin was sitting curled up on the bed with her knees hugged. Seeing Du Wei come in, she quickly jumped out of bed and stood up.

"Don't worry. I'm not here to rape you." Du Wei said the first thing when he entered the door. It made Ailu's face flush with shame.

"Are you used to where you live?" Du Weishi walked in abruptly and stood in front of Ai Ludi. He also deliberately stretched out his fingers. Picking up the girl's chin, she leaned closer and sniffed. He smiled and said, "Well. Not bad, it seems to be much cleaner."

Ai Lu felt cold. Take two steps back. Just behind is the bed. There was no way to retreat, but he just desperately lowered his face. She didn't dare to meet Du Wei's eyes—she was really afraid of the young duke from the bottom of her heart.

Seeing the fearful look of the female prisoner, Du Wei smiled with satisfaction. Then he took two random steps, took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, threw them lightly on the bed, and said with a smile, "Your confession. I've read it carefully several times... um. It's very detailed. It's really detailed. I'm mostly satisfied with the confession...but."

"No, but what..." Ai Lu shook her body.

"Hey. But. I think you still forgot what I warned you... I said, if you dare to lie to me in this confession, I have ten times more terrible means than 'rape' to punish you oh."

"I...I didn't tell a lie." Ai Lu lowered her head even lower. The voice trembled a little.

"It's true that you didn't tell lies, but...you intentionally omitted some things." Du Wei smiled faintly: "You wrote that the witch king on the Snow Mountain is called Bai Hechou...well, there are two hundred wizards on the Snow Mountain? There is this... um..." He picked up those papers again, turned them over, and said with a smile: "And this, you said that you were ordered by the Witch King to assassinate Lu Gao? What a joke! The Witch King of Snow Mountain would send a stupid girl like you to assassinate a commander of the Northwest Army... unless Bai Hechou is an idiot!".

"Ah!!" Ai Lu suddenly trembled, her face turned pale: "You...you..."

"Me what?"

"How dare you speak evil words to the Witch King!"

"So what?" Du Wei curled his lips: "I said he is an idiot, isn't it right? To send a useless and mindless person like you to carry out such an important task. I think Bai Hechou must be An idiot. Right?"

"You...the Witch King has great powers, and everyone in the grassland is regarded as a god! If you dare to speak evil words, the Witch King must know!"

Du Wei laughed: "Is he really so amazing? What a joke! Could it be that he has clairvoyance? He has a good ear? Does he know everything? Hmph..."

Then Du Wei shook his head: "Don't be lucky, tell me honestly, why did you go to assassinate Lu Gao. I don't believe that Bai Hechou is a fool."

Ai Lu fell silent, she suddenly lowered her head, shook her head and said, "You killed me."

"Kill you..." Du Wei sighed: "It's such an uncreative line. If you think with your toes, will I kill you easily?"

After glancing at the female assassin, Du Wei sighed and said, "Actually, I have an easier way to get you to speak, but I think that way is too untechnical, but if you don't want to say it, just let me know." No wonder I."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly raised his hand quickly, and pressed down on the female assassin's shoulders forcefully. Ai Lu was startled, seeing Du Wei pushing towards her, she was so frightened that her feet went limp, and only one thought flashed in her mind: He, is he going to rape me!

Du Wei firmly pressed Ai Lu to sit on the bed, then pinched her chin with one hand, lifted her face up, and said in a deep voice, "Look at my eyes!"

Ai Lu only felt that the eyes in her eyes were so...beautiful. In the black eyeballs. It was so dark that it seemed to have a whirlpool. Little by little, I have to suck my soul into it. The clarity in her own eyes also disappeared bit by bit. Become empty and dazed. The face of the man in front of him. The more you look at it. The more I think it looks so beautiful...

Um. a man. Why is it so beautiful?

And his eyes... Can a man's eyes be so charming...

"Now. Tell me. Why did you kill Lu Gao." When the voice came to the bottom of my heart. Elle shuddered. There was a trace of struggle on his face. But then, under Du Wei's gaze, the struggle on her face gradually faded away. The utterance became clear and soft, like whispering between lovers: "I...I don't want to marry..."

"Marry? Marry who?"

"Lu... Lu Gaodi's son. Sai... Saiba..."

Du Wei's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to stare at the girl. His voice was slow and deep. And extremely sweet: "Your identity?"

"Ai. Ai Lu...Ai Lulina." The last trace of resistance in Ai Lu's eyes finally disappeared, and she suddenly threw herself deeply into Du Wei's arms, twisting gently like a loach. Whispering in the mouth.

"Your identity!" Du Wei raised his voice a little.

"Elulinna...Bai. Bai Hechou. It's my...my...teacher." Suddenly, Ai Lu's body softened, and she took the initiative to hug Du Wei, and then pressed her soft body against Du Wei's chest desperately , Delicate towering chest. Rubbing gently in front of Du Wei's chest. His eyes were full of tenderness. Suddenly he hugged Du Wei's neck hard. A delicate face was pasted on it. Finally, he whispered in Du Weidi's ear:

"Love... love me... fast. Love me fast..."

Du Wei just wanted to speak. A pair of fragrant and soft lips came up. Du Wei secretly sighed in his heart: this charming eye. Sure enough.

About to push this woman away. But when I stretched out my hand, I pushed it on a soft place, where my fingers touched. Full and tender. Full of elasticity. looked down. One of my own palms was covering the mountain peak on Ai Lu's chest. This girl twisted her body. In friction. But I don't know when the top was pulled open.

"Love me...I want you to love me..."

Ai Lu kept rubbing against Du Wei, her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were blurred. But it seemed like there was a hint of pleading. This body, which was originally extremely attractive, gradually made Du Wei feel angry in his heart.

He was originally an adult soul bound in a juvenile body, of course he is not a virgin when it comes to men and women...but this body is a virgin. These years have been regarded as days of abstinence. Sometimes when I think about it, I can't help laughing secretly that I have treated myself too badly. Just an underage child. Even if you want to. But powerless.

And then gradually into adulthood. There is an extra Vivienne by her side, this little silly girl is pitiful. But Du Wei was obsessed with such a simple girl unknowingly. Gradually, the originally turbulent heart also faded away. Waiting wholeheartedly for this little silly girl to grow up.

Moreover, after all, he practiced magic and was indulging in magic. Most of his energy was spent on meditation and gathering spiritual power, and his feminine heart faded.

Otherwise... With his duke status, would he still be short of women?

It's just that the female assassin in my arms is really charming. I have seen her dance at the Lu Gao banquet that day, and her body is so flexible that people can't help but dream about it. Now it is even more passionate and sticks to the bosom, whispering softly, tactfully courting, and besides the enthusiasm, there is also a bit of girlish shyness.

How can this make Du Wei, who has been abstinent for many years, not be moved?

Resisting the impulse, he tried his best to move the female assassin's mouth away. Du Wei panted and laughed and cursed: "Hey, if you do this again, I can't help it, but I will really rape you!" "

"Hmm..." Ai Lu snorted lightly, making Du Wei's bones brittle, but Ai Lu had already stuck it up again.

Oh shit! So bullying! Do you really think that I am a eunuch and dare not rape you!

If this evil fire really comes up in a man's heart, he really can't suppress it no matter what. Under Du Wei's devil's eyes, Ai Lu was distraught, and always regarded Du Wei as her favorite lover. Du Wei couldn't bear it anymore, and finally threw Ai Lu on the bed. Originally, the clothes on the female assassin were very "thrifty". With two tugs and a snort, Du Wei stripped off Ai Lu's shirt.

Under the dim light in the prison cell, the girl in front of her was like a stripped lamb, her beautiful face was full of shyness, but it also contained a bit of anticipation. Especially the line of perfectly shaped pigeon breasts on the chest, Du Wei couldn't help but look away after taking a look. .

it's time! Push down! Push down! It's time to push it down! Must be pushed down! !

It's all come to this point, if I back down again, I'm still a man!

Du Wei took a deep breath, and a pair of claws had already stretched out. But as soon as she stretched it out, she suddenly heard Ai Lu murmuring, calling out a voice in a low voice...

"You you you you you...what are you going to do...you you..."

This soft tone, and these words...

The familiar feeling suddenly made Du Wei's mind cool!

Soon, the fire of desire in my chest dissipated for a little while, and that beautiful figure appeared in my mind, looking at me with a pure and innocent face, and said timidly: "I beg the gods, bless the poor, little Little Vivian."

The image of the stuttering girl immediately filled the whole mind, and the alluring Ailu in front of her seemed to lose most of her charm immediately.

Du Wei took a deep breath, and suddenly cursed secretly: That's all! Just think of me as a man who has no seeds today! !

After speaking, he stood up resentfully, then lifted the sheet vigorously, and wrapped it tightly around Ai Lu's body. Ai Lu was about to stretch out his arms and struggle, but Du Wei had already cut the girl's delicate neck with his palm.

Looking at the fainted female prisoner, Du Wei sighed, stood up, adjusted his clothes, then stared at the sleeping female assassin for a while, and said in a low voice: "You are lucky... God bless you today you.".