the knife of love

Chapter 213 Counting on Beasts to Have a Conscience

One of the Burmese soldiers rushed forward and sucked heavily on Shen Chunguang's neck, while the other rubbed the softness of her chest, tore her collar and pulled it down...

Shen Chunguang gritted his teeth and kicked his feet wildly, but his hands and feet were tied to the tree, his shoes were all kicked off, and only a layer of gray mud was kicked up.

The sun was shining fiercely, and there was not even a breath of wind in the grove in the afternoon.

During the unnecessary struggle, she could clearly feel the hot touch of the two hands on her body, from her chest to her waist, the ravages, and their rough panting.

At that moment the world was still, except for the sunlight falling from the top of the head, there was no wind in the grove.

Shen Chunguang's strength was completely drained, and she was powerless to resist, just like lying on the operating table with dazzling lights so many times before, she was undressed and naked, and she was still conscious after being given anesthesia. Dimly felt the movement of the scalpel on her body, the sharp and cold touch, cutting the skin, tearing, suturing...

Shen Chunguang felt that he had died so many times, but it was not as painful as this moment.

The man stood just a few steps away from her, watching himself being ravaged by these two Burmese soldiers, but he didn't make a sound, not even the indifference in his eyes changed.

How on earth could he be so determined?
Through the dirty things in front of him, the golden sunlight and shame, Shen Chunguang finally reached Guan Lue's pale eyes.

After all, she is too naive, how can she imagine that a beast has a conscience?

The red top had been ripped open by one of the Burmese soldiers, and the black lace bodice and the enchanting zinnia flower on the chest were also exposed.

Under the scorching sun, she actually felt cold, so she simply gave up struggling and bit her lip to keep herself from making a sound.

Some hands began to reach out to the straps of Longi around her waist...

Shen Chunguang closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly between the ropes, trying to crush the thing he had been holding in his heart.

"Miss Shen, what do you say?" Suo Mingde's cold voice suddenly sounded, and he clapped his hands. The two Burmese soldiers immediately stopped moving obediently, but they kept panting.

Suo Mingde kicked one of the Burmese soldiers with a smile. The Burmese soldier was still drowning in the woman's fragrance, and rolled to Guan Lue's feet without paying attention for a moment, and immediately stood up rustling.

Suo Mingde seemed to curse, it should be a swear word or something.

"Can you tell me the address of the warehouse now?" Suo Mingde asked again.

Shen Chunguang raised his weak eyelids, instead of looking at Suo Mingde, he looked at Guan Lue who was a few steps away.

Guan Lue is also looking at her, this girl has a really stubborn temper, her shirt is almost stripped off, so she is still not chewing on the fields?
"I advise you to say it." Guan slightly said lightly.

Shen Chunguang closed his eyes and smiled: "What can I say about things I don't know? You have the guts to kill me with one shot!"

Naturally, Suo Mingde was impatient to listen to the nonsense of the two of them, and glanced at the Burmese soldier who was still standing in front of Shen Chunguang shaking his legs: "It's too easy to kill you, since you are so disobedient, then let's do something real, if you don't believe me Still stubborn!"

So Mingde winked at the Burmese soldier again and said something in Kachin.

The Burmese soldier understood, and eagerly entangled it again. He stretched out his hand and directly untied the longgi worn by Shen Chunguang. The longgi is actually a narrow skirt wrapped around the waist by a piece of cloth. Once the belt is loosened, the longgi can fall to the ground.

The Burmese soldier couldn't bear it anymore, and he couldn't wait to be ordered.

The Burmese soldier standing next to Guanlue licked his lips anxiously.

Shen Chunguang laughed, and the slippery and hot hands on her waist penetrated into the hem of her jacket, and the straps had already been untied.

She remembered that Burma had pagodas, monks, and her favorite stars...

In desperation, Shen Chunguang closed her eyes again and took a deep breath, but she heard a "bang-" in her ears. She couldn't help trembling all over, and a sticky hot thing was sticking to the exposed half of her waist, and the air was filled instantly. There was the smell of gunpowder and blood, followed by sharp howls.

"you……"

"Untie!"

Shen Chunguang opened his eyes, there was a big puddle of blood on the mud floor, the arm of the Burmese soldier who was untying her bandage just now was smeared with sticky blood, the whole palm was pierced by bullets, and he was rolling on the mud floor clutching his wound, while Guan Holding the gun slightly, the muzzle of the gun was placed on Suo Mingde's head.

"Untie!"

"Are you doing this trick with me?"

"General Suo just wants the goods in the warehouse. I promise you, I will find them for you within ten days!" Guan Lue said firmly.

Suo Mingde glanced at Shen Chunguang who was tied to the tree, then at the soldier rolling on the ground who was about to pass out in pain, and turned around with a smile to Shang Guanlue: "Okay, I'll just trust you once, but this time Women must stay!"

"It's useless for her to stay!"

"Isn't it useful?" Suo Mingde sneered, "Mr. Guan didn't bring a gun when he came to Myanmar. We have had a good talk since last night. Why do you only care about me, a little soldier?"

"It's just that you can't understand General Suo's actions?"

"I'm afraid not. After all, Mr. Guan is still reluctant!"

Guan smiled slightly, and didn't answer his question, but just repeated: "Untie!"

"Would you like to relax?"

"Then don't blame me for being insincere!" Guan Lue pushed the muzzle of the gun forward again, and pulled the trigger, the look of cruelty in his eyes made people shudder.

Suo Mingde actually knew about Guan Lue, and he knew that this man always said what he did. He stepped back, kicked the Burmese soldier next to him who hadn't been shot, and ordered: "Untie!"

The Burmese soldier was scared out of his wits. The soldier's greatest shame was that his gun was taken away, not to mention that the gun was being held up against his general's forehead.

The Burmese soldier almost rolled and crawled to the front of the tree, and tremblingly untied the rope on Shen Chunguang's body.

Shen Chunguang's whole body collapsed.

Guan slightly retracted his gun, walked over and took off his shirt and wrapped it around her.

Shen Chunguang was already exhausted, his head rested on his shoulder, half of his body leaned against her body, Guan Lue put one hand around her waist, and held a gun in the other.

Suo Mingde had a cold face.

"I hope Mr. Guan won't break his promise!"

Guan Lue snorted, the Burmese soldier who helped Shen Chunguang untie the rope just now shrank away in fright, Guan Lue walked beside Shen Chunguang with his arms around him.

"Did you touch her chest just now?"

"..." The Burmese soldier couldn't understand.

"Which hand?"

"..." I still don't understand.

Guan Lue didn't bother to ask any more, Shen Chunguang's eyelids stretched out, and he fell on his shoulder and grinned weakly, wanting to smile, only to feel Guan Lue's shoulder bones under his cheek suddenly tightened.

"Bang bang-" twice in a row.

The smell of gunpowder was mixed with a strong smell of blood, and the birds in the entire forest were startled by the gunfire and flew into the air.

The Burmese soldier who was standing just now also fell to the ground, shot in the left and right palms, rolled and howled curled up on the muddy ground, his green uniform was covered with mud stains.

Guan Lue had no expression on his face, and threw the gun in his hand on the soldier, tightened the muscles of his arms, hugged Shen Chunguang horizontally and walked towards the exit of the grove.

At that moment, there was a sudden wind, and the branches and leaves in the forest were rustling, covering the sound of howling in pain behind him.

Shen Chunguang leaned against Guan's slightly warm chest, looked at the man's sharp chin, wrapped in his shirt, and smelled his sweat, smoke, gunpowder and intertwined blood.

What kind of man is this?
The trees on both sides are dense, and the branches and leaves are rustling.

The light shone on her eyes, she stretched her eyelids, and suddenly laughed.

"Guanlue..."

Guan was taken aback for a moment, and looked down at the person in his arms. Her face was quiet, and she was resting on his chest like a soft rag.

"What?" He frowned, thinking she would ask silly questions like why he saved her, but the woman in his arms just licked his upper lip.

"Do you know what kind of trees are planted in this forest?"

"..."

Guan slightly looked around, the trees on both sides seemed to be the same, the trees were tall, the stems were thick, and the branches and leaves were like plantains spread out with five fingers.

"palm?"

She shook her head.

"No, it's called Bedoro, the transliteration of the Sanskrit word tala... People in ancient India carved scriptures on these leaves, called the Bayeux Sutra..."

"..."

When Guan Lue carried Shen Chunguang, who was covered in injuries, to the car, Yala and Lao Mai were startled.

Old Mai: "How did you make it like this?"

Yala: "Could she be...be...be..." She didn't dare to go on.

Guan slightly glanced at Yala, saw that he was staring at Shen Chunguang's chest with his jacket exposed, and slapped him hard on the forehead: "Turn around, drive, go back to Tengchong!"

"..."

Old Mai sneered, trying to squeeze to sit in the back seat, but Shen Chunguang had already been put on the back seat by Guan Yue, and he kicked Old Mai: "Get off, take the car behind."

"..."

"hurry up!"

"Old Ninth, your uncle!"

"..."

"..."

Several cars drove out of the camp in no time, and Suo Mingde didn't trip him. Smart people don't make unnecessary troubles for themselves.

When Yaba was driving, he kept paying attention to the people in the back seat. Shen Chunguang seemed to be dying, his whole body was leaning on the back seat, and the shoes on his feet were kicked off by himself. It's all dried blood.

"Ninth brother, is she injured?"

Guan slightly glanced at the people around her, she seemed to be really out of breath, her eyes were half closed, she didn't know if she was asleep or awake.

"No injuries."

"Then what about her..."

"Other people's blood." Guan Lue returned lightly, and said again: "If there is a store ahead in a while, stop and buy some water and food."

Ya La wrote it down, but this place is full of mountains and dense forests, and it took more than an hour to drive to a place with a slightly flatter terrain.

"Brother Nine, there seems to be a gas station in front, I'll go see if there's any food for sale." Yala got out of the car, and the cars behind also pulled over and stopped.

Guan Lue glanced sideways at Shen Chunguang beside him, this time he was sure that she was really asleep, with her head resting on the window glass, her hands clutching the collar of her shirt.

"Ninth brother..." Yaba came to knock on the car window, "There is no RMB accepted here, have you brought Myanmar money?"

Of course not!

Guan slightly frowned, took out half a pack of cigarettes from the car, took out a box, and threw the rest to Yala: "Use this to exchange."

Yaba quickly ran into the gas station again.

At that time, the sun was about to set, Guan Lue took the last pack of cigarettes and got out of the car. When he was halfway through smoking, Lao Mai came over and shot the crossbow at the car behind him: "Why did you bring her back again?"

"I'm afraid she won't survive if she stays there."

"Can't live have something to do with you? Don't forget that she belongs to Fan Qingyan."

Guan Lue frowned slightly, took a puff of his cigarette, and turned around to glance at the car. Shen Chunguang was sleeping soundly on the back seat of the car with his shirt on.

Guan slightly lowered his head and exhaled the smoke ring, and ground his toes on the muddy ground.

"Old Mai, with her face, I can't just leave her there."

"Face, face, isn't it great to look like Tang Jingcheng?" Old Mai sneered slightly, "Okay, then I'll watch you take her back and continue to cause harm!"

"No harm." Guan Lue answered naturally, gently scraping his forehead with his finger holding the cigarette, "I'm very sober here, and I know who she is."

"Know? You know what a fart!" Old Mai spat.

Yala had already run out of the gas station with some things in her bag.

"Brother Nine..."

"I bought something." Lao Mai leaned over first, he was also hungry, he didn't eat something when he came to this ghost place, he looked into Yaba's arms, don't believe it!

"Half of the Yellow Crane Tower can be exchanged for such a small amount?"

Several cups of water sealed in plastic wrap, a shriveled mango, a stalk of corn, and handfuls of boiled peanuts.

"Ninth brother, there's no way, those people only gave this little after taking the cigarettes." Yala was also speechless.

Lao Mai pouted, and reached out to reach for the corn, but was slapped away by Guan Lue's palm.

"what are you doing?"

"This is not for you!"

"Damn you..."

The cold light in Guan Lue's eyes seeped, Lao Mai didn't dare to curse anymore, retracted his neck and snorted, but grabbed two handfuls of peanuts while he was not paying attention, and ran into his car.

Yaba wanted to chase, but Guan Lue could only stop helplessly, and threw the cigarette butt: "Forget it, bring him a glass of water."

A group of several vehicles drove onto the road again, the sun had already set, and the entire plain of Kachin State was shrouded in golden rays.

Guan Lue piled up the food that Yala exchanged for cigarettes on the chair, and Shen Chunguang beside him hadn't woken up yet, she slept so deeply at that time, the car bumped, and she also swayed, leaning on the window glass Her forehead was swaying back and forth, and when she swayed over, she could just see the mud and blood stains on the side of her face and the roots of her ears.

Guan Lue suddenly admired this girl. She was tied up by Ang Lai's soldiers to Burma alone. She didn't panic at all when Suo Mingde's gun was pointed at her. Now she finally took her back, and she was still stained with blood. The blood of the two Burmese soldiers was able to sleep so soundly, but Guan Lue noticed that her right hand was always clutching the palm of her hand with five fingers all the way here, even now that she was asleep, her fist did not loosen, as if something important was pulled inside.

Guan slightly curious, leaned over and took her right hand and put it on his lap.

She still squeezed tightly.

He refused to give in, and spent his strength to open her fingers one by one, and finally saw what she was pulling in her hand.

It was the plastic star, the one he folded for her with a straw in the Kunming Hotel.

The girl was taken from Kunming to Tengchong, and then dragged from the Crystal Palace all the way to Burma. When she was tied to a tree and insulted by the two Burmese soldiers, she kept holding the star in her hand.

The stars have been realized and crushed, and the circle of her palm is full of marks from being knocked out by the stars.

Guan Lue was silent for a while, pressed the tip of her tongue against her tooth socket, and put her hand back together with the star...

(End of this chapter)