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He pondered for a moment and said: "King, you can't make things difficult for him, and even more so, you can't punish and force him. Otherwise, I won't be able to explain this to my Young General. If he doesn't want to go with you, your majesty, please forgive him. "

"Alright."

The gaze that was brighter than the mirror and locked onto Wu Yu, who lowered his head and did not dare to meet the gaze that was brighter than the mirror, was brought up by someone.

"General, the Wolf King wants to see you. I will bring you over for questioning. If you are unwilling, I will not hand you over to the Wolf King."

Na Ke kneeled down before him and said, "Then Yu can pay his respects to the Wolf King."

He lowered his head deeply. The other party was the descendant of the old King of Rushuang, and was a descendant of the Rookie King's family. Thus, he did not dare to be impolite. Even if it wasn't the case, the low and fresh clans respected martial power. Amongst the low and fresh clans, who didn't know of the Wolf King's bravery?

"This King wants to talk to you. It won't be difficult for you. Come with This King."

After saying this in front of the mirror, she turned around and walked out with Helian Manqiu in her arms.

Helian Manqiu woke up for a while at noon. She hastily ate a little food on the horse's back and then continued to nestle against the mirror in her arms to sleep. She had been sleeping all this time.

"What a pig, only knowing how to sleep!"

The slightly dissatisfied and teasing words drilled into the ears, and the person respectfully followed closely behind the mirror. Upon hearing these words, the corner of his mouth began to twitch, and his face slightly contorted.

He really wanted to remind the Wolf King that he was hurt and had been tricked by this young general!

He dared to say that his beloved young general was a pig. Sooner or later, he would roast this wolf and eat it.

Hearing Tao Zheng's cold snort, Jia Yu drew back his neck and frowned. He didn't know whether he should go remind their hero, this old rival of the King of Freshmen, or if he should stand on the side of the military state's young general.

He stole a glance at the young general in the Wolf King's arms. At least one thing this wolf king said was right. This young general was as good as sleeping like a pig.

The aroma of wine and meat wafted in the air.

She rubbed her eyes and realized that her face was still wearing the bronze mask. She took off the mask and rubbed her face and eyes, then once again put the mask on.

"What time is it?"

"Huanghun!"

Yu Di replied. He looked at Helian Manqiu with a ridiculing gaze: "Helian Qingyu, Young General, it's time for you to step down and leave, right?"

"This is quite comfortable."

Helian Manqiu replied without the slightest consciousness. She had no intention of going down from the arms of the mirror.

Gritting his teeth, even if this boy was peerless in beauty, what did it have to do with him?

What right did he have to continue carrying this boy in his arms? Perhaps his subordinates thought that their wise and valiant king had been bewitched by this beautiful young man.

He let go and coldly watched as Helian Manqiu fell from his arms. He did not believe that this kid would be willing to fall to the ground and not stand up.

"Young General!"

Tao Zheng screamed, and rushed forward, waving his fist behind him, only a few steps away from the mirror and facing Tao Zheng. Tao Zheng was forced to step back, and his hands collided with the mirror, and he unsteadily took a few steps back.

"Plop …"

Tao Zheng closed his eyes, and the young general fell quite heavily.

"Young General, how are you?"

Tao Zheng helplessly asked. At this point, this young general was still shamelessly pretending to be handicapped. Young General, can you stop pretending?

Helian Manqiu fell to the ground and shook her head with a bitter smile, "It's better than the mirror. You're too stingy. You don't want to carry me? I didn't beg you to carry me, so you can hand me over to my subordinates. Do you have to throw me underground? "

"Bad business?"

Yu Di's sword-like eyebrows were tightly knitted. He lowered his head to look at Helian Manqiu, who had fallen at his feet. He stared at this young general with disbelief in his eyes.

The open mouth could be stuffed into his own fist. What?

This young general was a disabled person who couldn't walk?

The generals who stood beside the mirror stared covetously at Tao Zeng and his men, as well as a few wolves. Their sinister gazes were glinting as they watched Tao Zeng and his men.

"My family's young general was severely injured in the military state, so he still can't walk."

With a look of sorrow, his gaze fell upon Helian Manqiu, "Young General, the Wolf King cannot afford to work so hard. Let me hug you."

He took a step towards the mirror and turned his head. His piercing gaze fell on Tao Zheng's face, and Tao Zheng met his gaze without fear.

Helian Manqiu sighed, "Since I am unable to work for the Wolf King, I think this is the only way."

"Humph!"

She bent over and picked Helian Manqiu up from the ground with a straight face, "This King didn't know you couldn't walk. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"You never asked, did you think I was willing to be carried by you!? There's a stinky smell of sweat on my body, I don't know how bad it smells! "

How could Helian Manqiu be willing to suffer a verbal loss? In any case, this Wolf King had a request from her and would not kill her.

"Do you smell good?"

"Can't you smell it?"

His malicious laughter made it so that his heart, which was much warmer than the mirror, suddenly relaxed. He really did lower his head to the slender neck of Helian Manqiu and took a deep breath, ready to smell the sour and stinky smell of sweat.

The snow-white lotus was as tranquil as a distant mountain. A faint, cold fragrance drifted out of his body. It was hard to tell what sort of smell it was, but it did not have the slightest sour smell of sweat.

"The smell on your body is indeed very fragrant!"

Yu Di said with a straight face. At the same time, the surrounding people all lowered their heads to ponder about their king. What did he mean by that? Was it true or not?

Carrying Helian Manqiu into the tent, Tao Zheng and a few people stood outside the tent, guarding it.

"Tao Zheng, you guys go have some food and rest. With Yu Di, my safety won't be a problem, so there's no need to stand guard here."

"Young General, this lowly general is not tired."

"Go, this is an order."

"Yes, this general obeys."

"Men, free the tent beside them for them to rest. Helian Qingyu, how about I use this tent to entertain this esteemed guest of yours tonight?"

"My pleasure."

A lazy voice came from inside the tent. Helian Manqiu was lazily lying on a bed that was fresh like a mirror. This bed also had a nice smell, just like the grass under the sun.

In fact, he didn't smell like sour sweat, because sweat had the rich smell of grass under the sun, the smell of a man. Suddenly, she thought of Gan Jianxuan. That man also had a nice smell that made her feel at ease.

She seemed to be accustomed to occupying other people's beds.

"Great King!"

Within the tent, the beautiful servant girl kneeled on the floor, respectfully bowing her head. Kneeling at the foot of the mirror, she extended her hand to serve the mirror with her clothes.

Someone brought hot water for a bath on the mirror.

Four young and delicate servants, pale, malt-colored skin, exuding the vitality of healthy youth, peeped at their king with adoring and respectful eyes.

"Fresh-looking people with braided hair were known by the Great Hengs as" "captives" "." "The captive, the braided hair of the northerners, also known as the captive."

The middle part of the head is combed with a circular braid, which divides into two sides and curls to form a" a few "shape. Each side of the head has a circular braid which droops in a curving shape. The hair braid is mixed with colored silk thread, with pearls and other things, used for decoration.

Servants who wait on the mirror, although there is no precious jewel in the braid, also use colored silk ribbon thread, and some jade beads and ornaments to decorate the braid.

The two of them knelt at the foot of the stage, and the two of them half knelt, and half rose to serve the stage, and the two of them kneeled on the floor, and served the stage.

Helian Manqiu looked at the mirror with a slightly mocking gaze. This kind of etiquette was reserved for those who lived in the royal family. No matter how wealthy an ordinary person was, they would not have this sort of etiquette.

This man who called himself the King of Fresh Subordinate Tribe, who was called the King of Wolf, naturally had a kind of spirit, but in the end, he was not the King of Fresh Subordinate Tribe, so he still retained his etiquette and rules.

His clothes had been removed from his body, exposing his muscular body. Every muscle on his body bulged out like stone.

The sturdy muscles of his chest, the beautiful muscles of his abdomen, his arms, and the muscles on his back were all filled with boundless strength. This man's body and muscles were even more eye-catching than a bodybuilder. Helian Manqiu could not help but widen her eyes and admire the beauty in front of her without any scruples.

It wasn't that they hadn't seen handsome men before, but with such a good figure, with muscles comparable to that of a bodybuilder, it was rare to see and very pleasing to the eye. If they didn't look at it, it would be a waste to look at it.

Helian Manqiu could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. This Wolf King's body and muscles were truly perfect!

If it weren't for the fact that his body was covered with deep and shallow scars that could be said to be perfect, and that his body was covered with many scars of varying depth, it was obvious that he was a man who had experienced countless life and death situations. Not only did those scars not damage his physique, but they even gave him an air of an iron blooded and ruthless man.

Two servants knelt at the foot of the stage, unlaced their boots, and sat down on the stage. The servants removed their combat boots and socks for the stage, and now only a pair of trousers remained on the table.

Helian Manqiu was lying on the bed with her face in her hands. She was thinking whether she should continue watching.

In the huge wooden basin beside him, hot water was already being prepared. It was obvious that this king wanted to bathe and change his clothes to wash off the smell of his sweat that she called sour smell off him.