perfect savior

Chapter 105 The Oiran Has No Tears
The strong smell of blood and medicine filled the dark room, the windows were closed, and there were white-armored soldiers on alert outside. Luo Shuna was lying on the bed, letting the doctors and priests do their work, without any sense of security in his heart.

The pale green holy light was attached to the consul's body, but the hideous wound did not heal quickly, and the opened flesh was black. The assassin's blade had been smeared with expensive poison in advance, which could resist extraordinary power.

The holy light fought against the poison, and there was a sizzling sound. The wound of the consul was like fat in a frying pan, and he was suffering all the time.

"Bring him up." Luo Shuna, who was soft and gentle, bit his back molars fiercely, and squeezed out a voice from his mouth, as vicious as a ghost.

Not long after, two white-armored sergeants brought the thin, heavily tied man into the house, and retreated after saluting.

"Ahem... I remember you, the third leader of the Shahai Gang, Tovao." Loshuna coughed hard and continued:

"Tell me why you want to assassinate me."

"There's no reason, if you say it hard... it's just because you're upset."

boom!
The guard standing next to Loshuna rioted, punching the assassin in the chest, tearing his fingers, and crushing his ribs one by one.

Tovao exhaled in pain and shrank into a ball.

"Forget it..." Luo Shuna waved his hand:
"What a tough guy, strange, I remember five years ago, when I met you for the first time in the Shahai Gang, you clearly didn't have such a backbone..."

The assassin sneered and didn't say a word.

The meaning couldn't be more obvious—don't even think about getting anything out of my mouth, the matter has come to this point, the only thing you can do is kill me.

Luo Shuna sighed inwardly, extremely depressed.

Tovao was very problematic, maybe it was a sudden change of heart, maybe it was influenced by extraordinary means, but it was obviously an unrealistic luxury to ask useful information from him in a short time.

The Hungry Wolf Legion was watching from the shadows. At this juncture, for the sake of his own family and life, Luo Shuna could barely endure this, and temporarily stopped targeting the Shahai Gang.

But in the eyes of outsiders, this is "the third head of the Shahai gang attempted to assassinate the archon"!
If he didn't make a strong response, the dignity of his consul would be severely damaged, and the Maga people would question whether they were really old and frail, and they didn't even dare to retaliate.

This position is hard to come by, and you must never let others threaten you.

Moreover, even if the Shahai Gang really didn't know about this matter, it's hard to guarantee that they won't completely rebel because they are afraid of being retaliated...

There is nothing worse than internal and external troubles.

Luo Shuna smelled a strong smell of conspiracy, as if he had returned to ten years ago.

But that time, he was the ghost, but this time, he was the target.

"Hmph..." Loshuna stood up:
"Put him in the mercury prison and [serve] day and night, and I will invite a magician who is proficient in the way of the soul to come."

"Yes!"

The assassin was taken down, but the consul had no intention of sitting back.

"Bandage the wound, I'm going out."

"Yes." People around him knew how arbitrary Luo Shuna was, and they didn't dare to dissuade him. The doctor quickly stitched up the wound and applied medicine.

"Someone send a message to Yaxi girl, I want to go there."

The consul said lightly, after getting dressed, he took the wooden box, and the guards brought a wicker chair, on which he sat comfortably, and entered the underground secret passage.

The secret roads lead in all directions, and the guards carried Luo Shuna to the destination familiarly, obviously having been here many times.

At the end of the secret passage was a ladder with a wooden door on it. Luo Shuna held the box and knocked on it. The wooden door opened, and a slender hand stretched out from above.

The consul grabbed his hand and came to the room of the purple-haired oiran.

"My lord, it's very rare to come here during the day." Yasi wore a pure white dress and bowed to salute.

"I can't wait for the evening." Roshner said softly, watching Yasi close the wooden door and cover it with a blanket to hide the exit of the secret passage.

"Really...you're in a hurry." The purple-haired oiran covered her nose with a smile:
"It smells like medicine and blood, Mr. Consul, for the sake of Majia City, you must live well."

She brushed her hair to expose her neck, and she didn't take off her clothes. She just lay on the bed like this. Even if her beautiful curves were covered by a skirt, she was still so beautiful and attractive.
"My lord, please enjoy it to your heart's content."

"Okay..." Loshuna's breathing became heavy.

He opened the wooden box and took out a thin special wicker.

Snapped!
The wicker was drawn to the back of the purple-haired oiran, and the clothes there were instantly shattered, a long wound was cut on the fair skin, and blood splashed.

Yasi's fingers gripped the sheets tightly.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Loshuna kept waving the willow stick and whipping the purple-haired oiran. He was using more and more force, and the wounds on the woman's back were getting more and more.

Cruel pleasure and perverted desire rolled in Luo Shuna's heart, and he gradually lost control of his strength, and he did not care about the re-ruptured wound due to excessive force.

The graceful back of the purple-haired oiran has been stained red with blood, and her dress is torn, but at this moment, there is no charming atmosphere, no one will feel the woman's bruised body,
— except Roshner.

For a man with a strong desire for power, being inhumane is a cruel punishment. Luo Shuna lost the capital of being a man, but found another way and found a method that can also relieve his desire.

He felt that he really loved Yasi.

Loshuna once beat ten maids to death in a row within a month.

Only this beautiful purple-haired oiran survived the torture again and again, just like now, she moaned rhythmically due to the whipping of the wicker, her hands firmly grasped the bed sheet, but she did not dodge.

"Ha, ha..." Until the sun went down, Luo Shuna finally lost his strength and threw the broken wicker aside.

He took another thing out of the wooden box and put it on the bed:
"This is an ointment made by a master alchemist. As usual, after applying it, it will be cured soon."

Loshuna patted the woman on the back, looking at the bloody scene, he was very satisfied with his "results".

The pressure in his heart was released, and the consul said a few more words before he walked back slowly along the secret path.

In the room, only the purple-haired oiran was lying on the bed, dying.

I don't know how long it took, Yasi let go of the bed sheet and propped up his body.

The wicker is made of special metal, and there are tiny barbs on it. Every time the flesh is cut, it will pull the surrounding muscles. The pain is very painful. Even a strong-willed and ruthless person will naturally burst into tears due to physiological factors. .

However, there was only blood on the face of the purple-haired oiran, but no tears.

Humming, barefoot, she sat by the window, tore off her clothes, and carefully applied the ointment.

It seemed that she was still the little girl with a happy family.

The night passed and the sun rose again.

There is still... one more day before the destruction of Majia.

(End of this chapter)