Law of the Devil

Chapter 262 [Through]

The custom of people on the grasslands is indeed to live in tents. These nomads live with water plants, grazing livestock, and there is no fixed city. That's right...

However, even if it is a person on the grassland, a person like Hanmuye who is worthy of honor, even if he lives in a tent, it is also a great luxury account, and the big house that is more expensive than the human rights of Roland is not much different. But... These tents are the standard marching tents of the tulip family private army. The small tents can barely sleep on three or four people in one, and the height is very limited.

After the initial anger, Hamuye was willing to go for it, but the fire in his heart was pressed and pressed, and he thought: The Duke of Tulips is so humiliating me, obviously a hard-line. Although the other party is unreasonable, it is just trying to irritate my little trick.

When I thought of it, I was angry and my face was filled with anger. I barely squeezed out a few smiles. I looked at Longbotton and gritted it: "In this case, help me thank the Duke!"

After that, Hanmuye didn't dare to say anything. I was afraid that one couldn't help but it would happen. Then I picked up the curtain of a tent and walked in first.

The hundreds of followers he brought, everyone was exposed to anger, and some people had already put their hands on the handle. Only the master did not speak, and these people also endured. Then they entered the tent and rested. It’s just that the tent is not enough for two hundred people. Longbottom doesn’t care so much. He stands outside the tent and laughs loudly: “The prince took a good rest and I lost.”

Hanmuye sat in the tent, trying to calm his anger, and his mind calmed down and thought about what the Duke of Tulips was playing. He took out the "Agreement" that Longbottom gave him and looked at it carefully. I didn’t tear it into pieces when I couldn’t resist it.

When the original Hanmuye group arrived, it was already close to the evening. He was sitting in a tent and sulking, and his men did not dare to disturb. He could only settle in other tents. Until the evening, night fell, the entire ducal palace did not care, even the servants who came to serve the service did not!

Don't say send some food. Even the saliva did not drink.

Hanmuye was originally angry in the tent, and gradually felt hungry. Under the anger, he did not feel a bit dry, and he said: "Come on!"

Two young prairie warriors came in outside the account: "Adult."

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

"……Yes."

Hanmuye frowned, and then walked out of the tent and looked at the sky, under the stars. He couldn't help but feel a heart: Why didn't you open the meal?

Every time I went there, Roland officials all had a banquet. In the Imperial Capital, although they were slobbered at the negotiating table every day with Roland officials, they were also a daily feast. A big feast for two days. Jinyi cuisine, from no shortage.

How did you wait until now, no one in the Duke’s house invited to enter the banquet?

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a quirky thought in his heart:

This wicked tulip of the tulip...he. He won't leave a meal? !

When I think of it, I feel more and more ominous. I immediately sent someone out to find the people in the Duke’s house.

It wasn’t Long Barton that came here, but the head of the Duke’s House, Mad. Mad was very polite to the residence of the members of the mission, meticulously prayed to the prairie prince, and then politely, smiled and said: "Guest, is there anything?"

Hanmuye hesitated, and it was a bit indecent to say this kind of question. I am a guest. If I rush to ask questions, maybe the other party is already prepared, but I am not ready. After all, it’s late to come to the place...just, it’s not too late tonight.

"Hey..." Hanmuye whispered: "Mr. Manager, may you ask, do you have a dinner at night in the Duke's House?"

"Rice?" Mad had a look of innocence, and his expression was really harmless to humans and animals. But he wondered: "What do you say? How can people not eat?"

Hanmuye only felt screaming in his stomach and listened to this. I sighed and smiled. "So, when will I go to the banquet? The dinner of the Dukes, I have to pack up and dress up, so I don't show up for the owner."

Mad seems to be even more awkward: "This...guest... what banquet? The duke house has been up and down, and dinner has been used."

"...what?!" Hanmuye's anger is really no small feat! !

This **** tulip, actually really no matter what? ! Does he want to starve to death? !

Forcing the urge to pull the knife, he whispered his teeth: "Oh, the duke has used dinner for the up and down? But, my people and I are all hungry, and still hungry."

Mad seems to be a confused look: "Ah? Your guests and your people haven't eaten yet? Hehe... Why is this? Is the custom of your hometown different from that of our Roland people, and don't eat at night? ?"

shit! You don't give food, don't we go to drink the wind? !

Han Muye gasped his face: "Our customs are different in your country, but you still have to eat dinner!"

Mard then said something that made Hamuye almost spurt blood: "Oh, since this is the case, then adults should use it slowly."

Hanmuye is still a relatively well-conceived person. He resists anger and whispers: "So, please tell us, where do you eat?"

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

"That's good." Hanmuye said: "Just ask the adults to send people and send food here."

After Hamuye finished speaking, he turned his head, but Mad laughed. This time he smiled like a thick old farmer: "I am afraid that the adults are misunderstood... Hey, the Duke’s house has already used rice. Well, some of the kitchen chefs have already gone home to see you, the weather is so late. Oh, out of the ducal palace, there are two nice restaurants on the street outside. If you are interested, you can go Try somewhere. But now, at this time, you have to hurry, and later, they are afraid to fight."

understood! This wicked tulip of the tulip really does not care!

Han Muye’s heart is bleeding, his prince’s deity, where isn’t he treated? Where have you been exposed to this kind of suffocation? Staring at Old Madd, he looked at his eyes and smiled. "Good! Good! Thank you for your hospitality!"

Mard is no nonsense. After the ceremony, he smiled and left.

"Come...come!" Hanmuye shouted. Next to the crowds, they had already been so angry that they had to yell at it. They heard the screams of their masters, and they all came over. Some people had already pulled out the machete and shouted: "Master, we have cut the roland pigs with the knife." They dare to insult the noble master like this, and it is not enough to sin!"

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

"Master, we killed them!"

"Master, don't talk nonsense, go straight to fight! Kill these Roland pigs!"

Machete Huo Huo, under the knife. Everyone was filled with anger and shouted. After a while, Hamuye was silent and immediately took a deep breath. Gritted teeth squeezed a few words from the mouth:

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

"The one in the middle is Hamuye." Du Wei stood on top of a tower, behind the window, condescending, just to see the tents of the prairie people's residence. He stood up with his hands and smiled at the grassland people in front of the tent. These people were both plucking and yelling. It was estimated that they were not too angry.

After all, such a height, Du Wei can directly see each other with eagle eye. Philip behind him couldn't do it. He held a single-tube telescope in his hands and looked at it. He smiled and said: "Yes, adults, the one in the middle wearing a Chinese costume, and the gold ring on his hair is Hanmuye."

Du Wei squinted. Look at this negotiating opponent. Medium build. It doesn't look as powerful as other grassland men, and it doesn't look like other people. It is more like a Roland nobleman between the eyebrows. The appearance is also handsome, and quite a bit savvy. At this moment, I was so angry that I could still endure without attack.

"Rarely... a guy who can bear it." Du Wei smiled. Then I looked back and looked at Philip: "How do you feel?"

"Adults... wouldn't it be too much for us to do this?" Philip frowned. "After all, it is a diplomatic envoy of a country. So slow..."

"Hey, what's too much." Du Wei said faintly: "They are invading our territory, attacking our city, killing our people, isn't it too much?"

"But after all, the two sides will fight, and it should not be so sloppy. This is the Imperial National Instrument."

"Dog is a national instrument." Du Wei said with a smile: "You said, is it important to eat and drink, or is it important for war? This Hanmuye is not a fool, and the king on the prairie will not be an idiot. Even if they regenerate, I will not really open up with us for the scorn of this treatment. At most it is anger and anger. What can I do? Hehe..."

After a pause, Du Wei laughed again: "If the prairie people really succumb to such things as ceremonial sorrow, they will fight with us... If the prairie people are at this level of IQ, then it is a war, and I am not afraid of them. It will be because of such a small matter that the enemy is hot and frustrated, and it is not worthy of our concern. But he has to endure it... Hey, it seems that tomorrow, I have to think about it again."

Philip smiled. However, he also admitted that the Duke’s adults said it was good. Even if the other side regenerates the gas, it will not rashly launch the war between the two countries because of this kind of thing. If the other party does that, it means that the other person is stupid and reckless. Such an enemy does not have to worry about it.

"Right, my order has been ordered?"

"Yes...has already ordered." Philip said with a smile: "I have already sent people to dress up the messengers and carefully describe them to the bosses in the shops on the surrounding streets. Everyone Keep in mind... Anyone who wears such a grassland to buy and drink, the price will be three times higher."

"Okay." Du Wei smiled and said: "Since this Hanmuye is a prince, it should be quite rich. Let's contribute to our economy in Loulan."

In the evening, Du Wei did not care about the grassland messengers, but he walked alone to the dungeon under the castle. Dispelled the outside guard: "Everyone stands ten meters away, no one is allowed to approach."

Then Du Wei pushed the door open. Go in.

This cell has already been cleaned up. It was the female assassin Ai Lu who lived inside.

In the past few days, Du Wei did not have to worry about this simple female assassin. Not only did she give her a good meal, but she also changed her to a relatively clean cell. Even at the request of Ai Lu, she gave her a chance to take a shower.

However, it seems that Du Wei is malicious and has never provided any decent clothes to Ai Lu. Instead, people made a few sets of the same style of **** exposed clothes that Ai Lu wore, and made several sets. The heart is bad... it will be visible.

I haven't seen the sun for many days, and Ai's skin is a little pale. She has already been gone, and she is free to move in this cell, but Du Wei has set up a magical array around the cell. Although Ai Lu will have the magic of the Snowy Mountains, it can't escape.

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

"Reassured, I am not coming to ooxx you." Du Wei entered the first sentence. Let Ailu be ashamed of his face.

"Has the habit of living?" Du Wei Shi came in and stood in front of Ai Lu, but also deliberately extended his fingers, provoked the girl's chin, and got close to the smell. Smiled: "Well, it’s good, it seems to be a lot cleaner."

Ai Lu was in a cold heart and stepped back two steps. It was just a bed behind me, and I couldn’t retreat. I just tried to hang my face. I didn’t dare to touch Du Wei’s eyes. She really was afraid of this young duke from the bottom of her heart.

Looking at the female prisoner's fearful look, Du Wei smiled with satisfaction, then took two steps at random, took a few sheets of paper from his arms and gently dropped it on the bed. Laughed: "You have read this confession a few times. I am very careful. It is very detailed. It is very detailed. I am basically satisfied with this confession... but."

"No, but what..." Ai Lui shook.

"Oh, but I think you still forgot what I warned you... I said, if you dare to lie to me in this confession. I can punish you more than ten times more terrible than 'ooxx'. ""

"I... I didn't tell the truth." Ai Lu's head hangs lower. The sound is a little trembling.

"You did not tell lies, but ... but deliberately wrote less things." Du Wei smiled: "You wrote the Witch King on the big snowy mountain called Baihe... Well. There are two hundred wizards on the big snowy mountain? There is this... um..." He picked up the sheets of paper again, turned over and smiled. "And this, you said that you went to assassinate Lu Gao, was ordered by the Witch King? Joke! If big The Witch King of Snow Mountain will send you such a stupid scorpion to assassinate a Marshal of the Northwest Army... unless it is an idiot!"

"Ah!!" Ai Lu suddenly shook his body and his face was pale: "You...you..."

"What am I?"

"You dare to speak evilly to the Witch King!"

"What about you?" Du Wei sighed. "I said that he is an idiot. Isn't it right? Actually send someone who is useless and have no brains to perform this important task. I think Baihe must be An idiot. Right?"

"You...the Witch King is a vast god, the grassland is up and down, no one ignores the gods! You dare to speak evil words, the Witch King must know!"

Du Weihaha smiled: "Is such a god? Joke! Does he have a thousand eyes? Shun the wind? Do you know everything? Hehe..."

Then Du Wei shook his head: "Don't be lucky, honestly confess, why are you going to assassinate Lu Gao? I don't believe Baihe is a fool."

Ai Lu was silent. She suddenly lowered her head and shook her head. "You killed me."

"Killing you..." Du Wei sighed: "There is no creative line. You think about it with your toes, will I easily kill you?"

After seeing the female assassin's eyes, Du Wei sighed: "In fact, I have an easier way to let you speak. However, I think that using that method is too technical. But you refuse to say it. No wonder I am."

After that, he suddenly raised his hand quickly. Forced to hold down the female assassin's shoulders. Ai Lu was shocked. Seeing that Du Wei had forced himself over, he suddenly felt his feet soft, and his heart only flashed a thought: he, he would ooxx me!

Du Wei put Ai Lu's press on the bed, then pinched her chin with one hand and lifted her face up. Shen Sheng said: "Look at my eyes!"

Ai Lu only feels that this look is so eye-catching...good-looking. Black eyes are in the beads. Black is fascinating, as if there is a whirlpool, I have to **** my soul into it in a little bit. The clearness in her own eyes also disappeared bit by bit, and became hollow. The face of this man in front of you, the more you look at it, the more you think it is so beautiful...

Well, a man, why is it so beautiful?

There are also his eyes... men’s eyes. Can it be so fascinating...

"Now, tell me why you killed Lu Gao." When the voice came to the bottom of my heart, Ai Lu’s body shook and there was a stretch of struggle on his face. However, under the gaze of Du Wei's eyes, the struggle on her face gradually faded, and the mouth became clear and soft, as if the whisper between the lovers: "I... I don't want to marry..."

"Married? Who is married?"

"Lu... the son of Lu Gao. Sai... Saiba..."

Du Wei’s heart moved and then continued to look at the girl. His voice was slow and low, and it was very sweet: “Your identity?”

"Ai, Ai Lu... Ai Elinna." The last trace of resistance in Ai Lu’s eyes finally disappeared. She suddenly fell into the arms of Du Wei, as if she was a muddy squirm, and whispered in her mouth. Whisper.

"Your identity!" Du Wei's voice raised a few points.

"Ai Lu Linna...White. Baihe, it's my place... my...teacher." Ai Lu suddenly became soft and took the initiative to hug Duwei, then the soft body was desperately stuck in Du Weidi's mind. The delicate, towering chest, gently rubbing in front of Du Wei's chest, his eyes full of tenderness, suddenly grabbed Du Wei's neck. A delicate face was posted. Finally, I whispered in Du Wei’s ear:

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

Du Wei just wanted to talk. A pair of fragrant, soft lips are attached. Du Wei’s heart sighed: This enchanting eye is really powerful.

I was about to push this woman away, but I reached out and pushed it in a soft place. The finger touched the place, full and tender, full of elasticity. Looking down, I was covering my palm with my palm. Above the mountain. This Nizi body twisted and twisted, rubbing in, but did not know when the shirt was pulled open.

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

Ai Lu kept rubbing against Du Wei, her cheeks were red and her eyes were blurred, but it seemed to be with a pleading temptation. The body that was originally very attractive, gradually let Du Wei can not help but come out of the fire. .

He was originally an adult soul bound in a young man's body. Of course, he is not a virgin in men and women... but this body is a virgin. Over the years, it has been a day of abstinence. Sometimes when you think about it, you can't help but laugh too much. Only a minor child, even if he has the heart, is powerless.

And then gradually grown up, there is a more Vivienne around, this little silly girl makes people love, but let Du Wei unconsciously indulge in such a simple girl. Gradually, the heart of the original commotion was lightened, and I waited for this little silly girl to grow up.

Moreover, after all, he cultivated magic, indulged in magic, most of his energy was used in meditation and cohesion, and the female color faded.

Otherwise... in the capacity of his duke, will there be a shortage of women?

However, the female assassin in her arms is really charming. She had seen her dance at the Lugao banquet on the same day. It was so flexible and amazing that people couldn’t help but think about it. Now it is more enthusiasm to stick in my arms, whispering, whispering for love, enthusiasm, but also with a little girl's shame.

How does Du Wei, who has been abstinence for many years, not be tempted?

Resist the urge to try to remove the mouth of the female assassin attached to the mouth, Du Wei gasped and smiled: ‘Hey, you are like this, I can’t help it, but it’s really ooxx you! "

"Well..." Ai Lu’s nose was lightly stunned, only to find that Du Wei’s bones were crisp, but Ai Lu had already posted it again.

Oh shit! Too bully! You really are eunuchs who dare not ooxx you!

If a man’s heart is really coming up in the heart of a man, then he can’t help it. Under the eyes of Du Wei's demon, Ai Lu was intrigued with love, and regarded Du Wei as his favorite lover. Du Wei couldn't stand it, and finally put Ai Lu on the bed. The clothes on the female assassin were very "saving." Du Wei took the next one and slammed it and peeled off Ai's shirt.

Under the faint light in the cell, the girl in front of her eyes was like a stripped lamb. The beautiful face was full of shame, but it contained some expectations, and the girl’s attractive body. Especially the pigeons in the shape of a team on the chest were so perfect that Du Wei couldn't help but look away.

it's time! Push it down! Push it down! It’s overthrown! Be sure to push it down! !

It’s all here, and if you shrink back, I’m still a man!

Du Wei took a deep breath and a pair of claws had already stretched out. Can just reach the general, suddenly heard the whisper of Ai Lu, whispering a voice to ......

"You, you, you, you...you have to do something...you, you..."

This weak tone, and this is the case...

Familiar feeling, suddenly let Du Wei brain cool!

Soon, the fire in the chest suddenly dissipated a small half, and the clear figure appeared in the mind, looking at himself with a simple and innocent look, said: "Seeking for the gods, bless the poor, small Little Vivian."

The figure of the stuttering girl suddenly filled the whole mind, and the seductive Ai Lu in front of her eyes seemed to be weakened by the fascination.

Du Wei took a deep breath and suddenly sighed: "But it!" Just when Laozi was a man who was not planted today! !

After that, he stood up with hatred, then slammed the sheets hard, and wrapped them on Ai Lu's body. Ai Lu was about to stretch his arms and Du Wei had already cut the girl's delicate neck.

Looking at the female prisoner who passed out, Du Wei sighed, stood up, sorted out his clothes, and then stared at the sleeping assassin, and looked at it for a while, whispering: "You are lucky... today the gods bless you."