The improved female villains regained their memories

The inside was already under the control of his subordinates, Baerhu raised his leg and approached, the corners of his eyes twitched involuntarily.

A scene of obscenity.

The witches and gods stood around without saying a word, with cold faces, the dancers shivered in the corner, while the group of literati were still walking away in full view.

Some sang loudly, some took off their clothes and ran around the table, some were having sex, and some even showed their enchanting posture in front of the witch god.

The witch god who was forced to watch the performance had a cold face, his eyes were full of murderous gazes, if Balhu was not here, he would have chopped the person in front of him to pieces with a knife.

After all, no one wants to see a gentleman make a show of himself.

Balhu turned his head to look at the eagle: "Are you sure the Yan people are scary?"

"Forehead……"

The eagle is a little speechless, it is an old demon, I have seen the state of Yan when it was strong, and I still remember the appearance of the emperor with the power of immortals leading a group of cavalry who had taken the medicine to flatten the demon mountain in Nanjun. , can even kill monsters, it is definitely not the appearance of going crazy now.

The city lord was also hilarious, looking at Baerhu who just came in with confused eyes, approaching with small steps, and was about to kiss him.

"Hey hey, beauty."

With a height of nearly two meters, Barhu, who looked like a big man, drew his sword with a cold face, and sliced ​​off the head of the city lord.

"The man is killed, and the woman is taken away."

Balhu didn't bother to look at it, turned around and left after giving the order.

The witches and gods in the hall responded in unison, and they had endured it for a long time. They never wanted to see such an eye-catching scene in their entire lives.

After leaving the city lord's mansion, the nausea in his chest dissipated a lot, Barhu put away his knife and got on his horse again.

Xiongying asked, "What do you want to do next?"

"How to do it?"

Balhu spat and sneered.

"According to the old rules, kill, rob, burn."

He glanced at the cavalry unit waiting for him, and raised his hand.

"Guda!"

Responding to him was the voice of Gu Da, who roared in unison.

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Kill, rob, and burn, these are the rules of the grassland for the defeated tribes.

The impact of the cold current on the grasslands was too great. The attack on the Yan Kingdom had been decided as early as the beginning of the year. Barhu's troops were just here to check the situation first, and the larger troops would arrive later.

It's just that he didn't expect that he could capture the city so smoothly.

After taking down the city, it stands to reason that Barhu should appease the people at this time and wait for the follow-up troops, but he doesn't want to. He intends to implement the rules of their grassland and give the little Yan country a little bit of barbarian shock.

Xiongying persuaded him a few times, but seeing that he had made up his mind, he stopped persuading him. Anyway, they were in a cooperative relationship, and the killing of the people of Yan was also a good thing for Xiongying. It wished that more Yan people would die.

Because of tonight's banquet, all the senior officials of Floating Cloud City were in the city lord's mansion, and they were all killed by the witch gods of Balhu. They were all killed during the walk.

The heads of these executives were all hung on the horses of the cavalry, serving as the exploits of the barbarians.

As for the dancers sent over from various places, they were all cheaper than these barbarians, and the witches and gods could still control them, but the barbarians outside had never seen such a formation, and they all looked like wolves.

Balhu rode his horse and walked to the square.

The flames illuminated the place brightly, and the people of Floating Cloud City were pushed and gathered there, surrounded by barbarians.

A group of women, a group of men, a group of old people and children, Balhu looked at them and waved his hand to start.

The barbarians rushed forward and threw torches. The flames burned the house and soon formed a sea of ​​flames.

At this moment, no matter whether it is luxurious or poor, no matter whether it is a house or a thatched cottage, they are all annihilated in the sea of ​​fire, and no one can escape.

The home was gone, and the weeping and whimpering of people dissipated in the black smoke.

When a man tried to resist, he was hacked to death by the barbarians. Those dancing girls were the first to be enjoyed by the witch gods. The barbarians could only focus on the women in the square.

After getting Balhu's nod, they rushed forward, and the square was full of women's cries.

The men who resisted were all dead, and those who remained alive were men who dared not resist. These men would be slaves of the barbarians. As for the elderly and children, they would all be killed.

A stone flew over and hit Balhu.

Balhu looked at the stone that fell on the ground suspiciously, as if he didn't expect that there would be people who dared to resist, and what made him even more unexpected was that the stone flew from the crowd of old people and children.

He looked over, and among the crowd kneeling on the ground, only a little girl with gray hair was standing.

She was only about ten years old, but with her chest out, she was taller than the adults kneeling on the ground, and the light and shadow from the fire behind her made her gigantic.

A barbarian wanted to draw his sword and stepped forward, but he stopped him.He bent down to pick up the stone, walked over, and came straight to the girl.

He looked down at the girl, his huge body was like a mountain, making the girl so small.

"You threw it?"

Balhu knew Yan language, so he asked in Yan language.

The girl raised her head, with a little fear in her eyes, but even so, she still said, "Yes."

Snapped!

What came oncoming was a heavy slap.

The girl was slapped and fell to the ground, staring at her eyes.Just as she was about to get up, Balhu grabbed her hair.

"Are you satisfied?"

"I don't agree, by the way, your asshole was fucked."

Balhu didn't understand. He turned his head and looked at the eagle on his shoulder. The eagle gloated and said, "She said that you were pushed to the ground by a man, and you couldn't be yourself."

Barhu sneered: "Really?"

Clap, two more slaps.

By the way, a few feet are also attached.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Dissatisfied."

clap clap.

"Are you satisfied?"

"No... take it."

Clap clap clap.

"Are you satisfied?"

"What do you want, do you want to be fucked by a man?"

Clap clap clap clap.

"Are you satisfied?"

"Do not……"

boom!

Heavy punch.

Balhu pulled Su Murong's hair and lifted her up like a dead fish: "Are you convinced?"

She was covered in blood and almost fainted, but her lips still squirmed and said: "I don't accept..."

He let go, and said indifferently to the barbarian next to him, "Kill it."

The weak who cannot be conquered have no use value.

He turned around and was about to leave, but a small stone hit his back.

Stopping, Balhu turned his head.

Su Murong was lying on the ground, her eyes were blurred with blood and dirt, but she still pulled the corners of her mouth and said with all her strength, "Idiot."

The eagle on the shoulder translates in real time: "She said you Abalu (meaning in barbaric language, barren man)"

Balhu looked at Su Murong, looked at the unyielding light in her eyes, and showed a cruel smile.

"Really."

The savage next to him backed away in fear. Anyone familiar with Barhu knew that whenever he showed this smile, someone would be in trouble.

The sound of beating.

"Are you satisfied?"

The sound of tearing hair.

"Are you convinced, are you convinced?"

Fracture sound.

"Abalu, Abalu, keep talking!"

There were sounds of flesh and bone, and questions, and the people around lowered their heads one after another.

The blood soaked the land, but Su Murong didn't make a sound.

Others did not dare to say a word.

No one dared to move.

However, one person moved.

At the corner of the alley, a man opened his bow.

No one knew why anyone was still hiding there, the barbarians searched the whole city, and logically, no one would be there anymore.

In this city, those who resisted are all dead, and no one should resist anymore.

But, there is.

He could have escaped, after all, he had escaped the search of the barbarians, but instead of running, he drew the bowstring, as if preparing to do something.

The cold light reflected on the arrow, and the off-string arrow was aimed at Baerhu.