Law of the Devil Chapter 262: [Push down]

Chapter 262 [Fell Down]

It is customary for people on the grassland to live in tents. These nomads live with water plants and graze livestock, and there are no fixed settlements. That's right ...

However, even if it is a person on the grassland, a distinguished person like Hamuye, even if he lives in a tent, it is a very luxurious account, which is not much worse than the large house where Roland Human Rights lives. But ... these tents are the standard marching tents of the Tulip Family Private Army. The small tents can barely sleep three or four people in one tent, and their height is also very limited.

After the anger started, Hanmuye wanted to leave his sleeves, but the fire in his heart was crushed and crushed, and he thought to himself: This Duke of Tulips is so **** me, obviously a hardliner. Although the other party was unreasonable, it was just a little trick trying to anger me.

Thinking of it, I was so angry that my anger was put away on my face, and I managed to squeeze out a little smile, glanced at Longbottom, and gritted his teeth, "In this case, thank you, Lord Duke!"

After speaking, Hammuye didn't dare to say anything else, just because he couldn't help himself, he would start a curtain of a tent and went in first.

Hundreds of followers he brought, everyone was angry, and some had already put their hands on the knife handle. It was just that the master did not speak, and these people were patient. Then they went into the tent to rest. It ’s just that the tent is not enough for two hundred people, and Lombarton does n’t care about that much. Standing outside the tent, he laughed loudly: “The prince takes a good rest, and I am lost.

Han Muye sat alone in his tent, calming down his anger, calming down, thinking about what the Duke of Tulips had in mind. He took out the "agreement" that Longbottom had given him and looked at it again. Forbearance did not tear to pieces.

Originally, when Hamouye and his party arrived, it was already close to the evening. He sat in a tent and became sullen. In the evening, when the night fell, the entire Duke's Mansion turned a blind eye, not even a servant who came to serve!

Stop giving some food. Not even drooling.

Han Muye originally was angry in the tent, but gradually felt hungry. When he was annoyed, he didn't even feel a little dry, and he said, "Come!"

Two young prairie warriors walked out of the account: "Master."

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

"... Yes."

Han Muye frowned, then walked out of the tent, looked at the sky, under the stars. He couldn't help but move in his heart: Why didn't he have dinner?

Everywhere I go, Roland officials offer banquets and hospitality. In the imperial capital, although I spit on the negotiating table with those Roland officials every day, it was also a small daily banquet. A two-day feast. Jinyi cuisine is never missing.

Why wait till now, no one in this Duke's Mansion has invited himself to a banquet?

Thinking of this, he suddenly had a weird thought in his mind:

This abominable Duke of Tulips ... he. He doesn't care about meals, right? !!

When I think of it, I feel more and more ominous. Immediately someone was sent out to look for the duke's mansion.

It's not Long Barton that's coming this time, but Mader, the chief of the Ducal Mansion. Mader came to the residence of the members of the mission very politely, and paid tribute to the prince of the prairie, then politely, and said with a smile: "Guy, what's the matter, please?"

Han Muye hesitated a bit, it was a bit indecent to say such a problem. If you are a guest, it is not good to ask questions, maybe the other party is already preparing, but it is not ready. After all, it's too late to come to your own place ... It's just that it's not too late to be as it is now.

"Uh ..." Hammuye whispered, "Mr. Governor, may I ask, do you have dinner in the Duke's Mansion at night?"

"Rice?" Mad's face was innocent and bewildered, his expression was really harmless. But he wondered, "What does the guest say. How can anyone not eat?"

Han Muye just groaned in his stomach and listened to it. With a sigh of relief, he laughed: "So, when can I go to dinner? Lord Duke's dinner, I have to pack up and dress up so that I don't show neglect to the host."

Mad seems more dazed: "This ... VIP ... what banquet? Up and down the Duke's Mansion, dinner has already been used."

"... what ?!" Hammuye's demeanor was truly remarkable! !!

This **** tulip, really doesn't care about rice? !! Does he want to starve to death? !!

Resisting on the urge to pull a knife, he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Oh, I have already eaten dinner at the upper and lower ducal palaces? But I and my people have been toiling all the way, and I'm still hungry."

Ma De still looks puzzled: "Ah? Haven't both the guest and yours eaten yet? Well ... why is that? The custom in your hometown is different from ours in Roland. Have you eaten? "

Fuck! You do n’t give them food, shall we go to drink the wind? !!

Han Muye was so angry that he said, "Even though your customs are different in your country, you still have to eat dinner!"

Mad then said something that made Hammuye almost spit blood: "Oh, then, adults, please use it slowly."

Han Muye is still a relatively well-trained person, forbearing anger and whispering: "So, please tell us where to eat?"

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

"Okay," said Hammuye. "Just ask the Lord to send someone and bring the food here."

After Hammuye finished speaking, he turned around and left, but Mad smiled. This time he smiled like a kind old farmer. I ’ve used a few meals, and some of the cooks in the kitchen have already gone home to see you. It ’s so late. Oh, there are two good restaurants on the street outside Duke ’s Mansion. If you are interested , You can go and try where the taste is. But this time, you have to hurry up, and a little later, I am afraid they will also snore. "

I see! This abominable Duke of Tulips really doesn't care!

Han Muye's blood was dripping from his heart. Where is his royal prince? Where have you been? Staring at Madam several times, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Okay! Good! Thank you so much for your hospitality!"

Made is not nonsense. After the gift, he left with a smile.

"Come ... come!" Hammuye yelled. The subordinates around were already angry and shouted, and heard the master ’s shout, and they all came over, and some people have pulled out the machete and shouted loudly: "Master, we will chop the group of Roland pigs They dare to insult the noble host like this, and death is not enough to compensate! "

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

"Master, we killed them!"

"Master, no need to talk nonsense, go to war! Kill these Roland pigs!"

Machete Huohuo, under the knife light. The crowd filled with anger and shouted. After a while, Hammuye was silent and took a deep breath. Gritting a few words from his mouth:

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

"The one in the middle is Hammuye." Du Wei stood on a tower, behind the window, standing high, just to see the tents of the prairie people. He stood with his hands on his shoulders, and looked at the prairie people in front of the tent below with a smile, and these people were pulling swords and yelling, presumably not angry.

After all, at this height, Dewey can directly see each other with hawk-eye technique. Philip behind couldn't do it. He held a monocular telescope in both hands and looked down, and smiled, "Yes, sir, the man in the middle wearing a Chinese suit with a gold ring on his hair is Hammuye."

Du Wei squinted. Looking at this negotiating opponent. Medium build. It doesn't look as powerful and powerful as other prairie men, nor does it look as brave as others. It was more like a Roland nobleman. The looks are also handsome, and quite a bit shrewd. At this moment, his face was irritated, but he was still able to endure without seizures.

"It's a rare ... forbearable guy." Du Wei smiled. Then he looked back at Philip: "What do you think?"

"Sir ... would it be too much for us to do this?" Philip frowned. "After all, it is an envoy of a country. Such a neglect ..."

"Hmm, what's the excess?" Du Wei said lightly, "They invaded our territory, attacked our city, and killed our people, wasn't it too much?"

"After all, the two sides are at war, and you shouldn't be so indifferent. This is the imperial empire."

"Shiny national instrument." Du Wei smiled lightly: "You say, is it important to eat or drink or war? This Hamuye is not a fool, and the king on the grassland is not a fool. Even if they regenerate I wo n’t really fight with us for the neglect of this treatment. At best, I ’m just angry and angry. What can you do? Huh ... "

After a pause, Du Wei laughed again: "If the prairie people really fight with us because of negligence in etiquette ... If the prairie people have this level of IQ, then they will start the war, and Lao Tzu will also Do n’t be afraid of them! Because of such a trivial matter, the enemies will fight with their brains, and they wo n’t deserve our worries. But he put up with it ... Hehe, it seems that tomorrow, I have to think again. "

Philip smiled bitterly. However, he also admits that the Duke is right. Even if the other party is angry, he will not rashly start a war between the two countries because of such things. If the other party does that, it means that the other party is stupid and reckless. Such enemies need not worry.

"Yes, did my order go on?"

"Yes ... it's been ordered." Philip smiled and bowed down. "I've already sent someone to dress up the envoys and carefully describe it to the bosses in the shops in the surrounding streets. Everyone keeps it in mind ... everyone dressed in such a prairie to buy food and drink, the price will be three times higher. "

"Okay." Du Wei stroked his palm and laughed, "Since this Hamuye is a prince, he should be quite rich, so make a contribution to our economy in Loulan."

At night, Du Wei ignored the grassland messengers, but walked alone to the dungeons under the castle. Dispelled the outside guards: "Everyone stands ten meters away and no one is allowed to come near."

Dewey then opened the door. Walked in.

This cell has been cleaned relatively early. It was the female assassin Elro who lived inside.

Du Wei has not embarrassed this few days. The simple female assassin not only gave her delicious food but also made her change to a relatively clean cell. Even at the request of Erludi, she was given the opportunity to take a bath.

Only, it seems that Dewey did it maliciously, and he never provided any decent clothes to Elu. Instead, people made several sets of the same style as the exposed and **** clothes worn on the ground, and made several sets. Is his heart bad ... you can see it.

I haven't seen the sun for many days, and Ai Lu's skin is a little pale. She had already been shackled. She could move freely in this cell, but Dewey set up a magic circle around the cell. Although Ai Lu would be able to avoid the witchcraft of the Snow Mountain, she could not escape.

When Du Wei pushed in the door and walked in, the poor female assassin curled up on her knees and sat on the bed. Seeing Du Wei come in, she quickly jumped out of bed and stood up.

"Rest assured, I'm not here to ooxx you." Du Wei entered the first sentence. Just let Ai Lu flush all over her face.

"What is the habit of living?" Du Wei Shi Ran walked in, stood in front of Ai Lu, and deliberately stretched out her fingers, raised the girl's chin, and sniffed close. Smiling: "Well, yes, it seems a lot cleaner."

Ai Lu felt cold and took two steps back. It was just the bed behind him. There was nothing to retreat from, but he dropped his face desperately, and did not dare to touch Du Wei's eyes. She was afraid of the young duke from the bottom of her heart.

Looking at the female prisoner in fear, Du Wei smiled with satisfaction, then took two steps at will, took out a few pieces of paper from her arms, and gently threw them on the bed. With a smile: "I have carefully read your confession several times ... well, very detailed, indeed very detailed. I am basically satisfied with this confession ... but it does."

"No, but what ..." Ai Lu shuddered.

"Hey, but I think you still forgot what I warned you ... I said, if you dare to lie to me in this confession. I can do it ten times more scary than 'ooxx' Punish you. "

"I ... I didn't tell a lie." Ai Lu lowered her head. The sounds were shaking.

"You didn't tell a lie, but ... you deliberately wrote less." Du Wei smiled slightly: "You wrote that the Witch King on the Daxue Mountain is called Baihe worry ... Well. There are two wizards on the Daxue Mountain. Bai? And this ... uh ... "He picked up those pieces of paper again, flipped, and laughed:" And this, you said you went to assassinate Lu Gao, was you ordered by the Witch King? Joke If the Witch King of Daxue Mountain would send you such a stupid girl to assassinate a Northwest Army Commander-in-Chief ... unless Bai Hechou is an idiot!

"Ah !!!" Ai Lu suddenly shook her body, her face pale: "You ... you ..."

"What am I?"

"Dare you speak evil words to the Witch King!"

"What about that?" Du Wei swaggered: "I said he was an idiot, wasn't it right? I actually sent you such a useless and mindless person to perform such important tasks. I think Baihe Sorrow must be an idiot. Right? "

"You ... the Witch King has a lot of magical powers, and everyone on the grassland is like a god! If you dare to speak evil words, the Witch King must know!"

Duhaha smiled: "Is that so god? Joke! Does he have clairvoyance? Shunfeng ears? Know everything? Huh ..."

Du Wei then shook his head: "Don't be lucky, honestly explain why you went to assassinate Lu Gao. I don't believe what a fool Bai Hechou is."

Ailu was silent, she suddenly lowered her head and shook her head, "You kill me."

"Kill you ..." Du Wei sighed: "No creative line. If you think about it with your toes, will I kill you easily?"

Looking at the female assassin, Du Wei sighed: "Actually, I have an easier way for you to speak, but I think that method is really too technical. But you are not willing Say, no wonder I am. "

After speaking, he suddenly raised his hand quickly. Pressed **** the shoulders of the female assassin. Ai Lu was startled, seeing that Du Wei was pushing towards himself, and his feet were suddenly frightened, and only one thought flashed in his heart: he, is he about to ooxx me!

Du Wei pressed Ai Lu down on the bed, and then squeezed her chin with one hand, raised her face, and said in a deep voice, "Look at my eyes!"

Ai Lu only thinks this look is so ... beautiful. Black eyes. It was astonishingly dark, as if there was a vortex, and his soul had to be sucked in little by little. The clearness in her own eyes disappeared little by little, and she became empty and blank. The face of this man in front of me, the more I look at it, the more I look so good ...

Why, a man, why is it so beautiful?

And his eyes ... man eyes. Can it be so charming ...

"Now, tell me why you killed Lu Gao." When this voice reached the bottom of his heart, Ai Lu's body shook, her face struggling. But then, under the eyes of Dewey's eyes, the struggle on her face gradually faded, her tongue became clear and soft, as if between lovers: "I ... I don't want to marry ..."

"Marry someone? Who do you marry?"

"Lu ... Lu Gao's son. Sai ... Saiba ..."

Du Wei's heart moved, and she continued to stare at the girl. His voice was slow and low, and extremely pleasant: "Your identity?"

"Ai, Ailu ... Ailu Linna." The last trace of resistance in Ailu's eyes finally disappeared, and she suddenly fell into Dewey's arms, twisting gently like a loach. , Whispered in his mouth.

"Your identity!" Du Wei's voice rose a bit.

"Ai Lulinna ... white. Bai He is worried, it's mine ... my ... teacher." Suddenly, Ai Lu softened and took the initiative to embrace Du Wei, and then the soft body desperately stuck to Du. Victoria's chest, tender and tall chest, rubbed gently in front of Dewey's chest, her eyes full of tenderness, suddenly holding her tightly. A delicate face was attached. Finally murmured in Dewey's ear:

"Love ... love me ... quick, love me ..."

Du Wei just wanted to speak. A pair of fragrant, soft lips were attached. Du Wei sighed in his heart: This charming eye is really powerful.

The woman was about to be pushed away, but she stretched out her hands in a soft place. The fingers touched the place, full and tender, full of elasticity. Looking down, she drew a palm on her own, covering her. On the peak of the chest. This nizi twisted her body and rubbed, but she didn't know when her shirt was pulled open.

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

Ai Lu kept rubbing against Dewey, her cheeks were red and her eyes were blurred, but she seemed to be begging with a trace of entreaty. This very attractive body had gradually made Dewey helpless. Fire.

He was originally an adult soul bound in the body of a teenager. Of course, he is not a virgin for men and women ... but this body is a virgin. These years have been considered ascetic days. Sometimes when I think of it, I can't help but secretly laugh too badly at myself. It's just a minor child who, despite having a heart, is powerless.

Later, when I was an adult, there was an extra Vivian here. This little silly girl made people feel pity, but Du Wei unknowingly indulged in such a simple girl. Gradually, the turbulent heart faded, waiting for the little silly girl to grow up.

Finally, after practicing magic and indulging in magic, most of his energy was spent on meditation and cohesion, and the feminine heart faded.

Otherwise ... as a Duke, would you still lack a woman?

However, the female assassin in her arms is very charming now. She had seen her dance at Lu Gao's banquet that day. It was amazingly flexible and people could not help thinking about it. Now it is even more enthusiastic to stick it in her arms, whispering softly, courting gently, besides being enthusiastic, she is also a little shy with a little girl.

How does this keep Du Wei, who has been abstained for many years, indifferent?

Being impatient, trying to move the mouth of this female assassin sticking to her mouth, Du Wei panted and smiled: ‘Hey, no matter how I do, I ca n’t help it, but I ’m really ooxx you! "

"Hmm ..." Ai Lu snorted softly, only to sway Dewey's bones, but Ai Lu had already posted it again.

Damn it! Too bullying! Are you serious that I am an **** and dare not ooxx you!

If this wicked fire really comes up in a man's heart, it really can't be suppressed. Under the eyes of Dewey's demon, Ailu was confused and fascinated and regarded Dewey as his favorite love. Du Wei could not bear it, and finally threw Ai Lu on the bed. The clothes on female assassins were “saving”. Du Wei twitched twice, and stripped Ai Lu's shirt.

Under the dim light in the cell, the girl in front of her looks like a little lamb stripped. She has a pretty face full of shyness, but with a bit of expectation. Dewey's body, especially the perfect shape of a team of pigeon milk on his chest, gave Du Wei a look, and could not help but look away.

It's time! Push it down! Push it down! Time to overthrow! Be sure to push it down! !!

It's all here, if I shrink back, will I still be a man!

Du Wei took a deep breath, and a pair of magic claws had already stretched out. But just reaching the general level, suddenly I heard Ailu murmured, and whispered a voice ...

"You you you you you ... what do you want to do ... you you you ..."

This weak tone, and these words ...

Familiar feelings immediately cool Du Wei's mind!

Soon, the desire in the chest disappeared for a moment, and the beautiful figure appeared in my mind, staring at myself innocently, and timidly saying, "Begging, praying for the gods, bless the poor Yes, little Vivienne. "

The stammered girl's figure suddenly filled her mind, and the seductive Elro in front of her eyes suddenly seemed to have lost most of her charm.

Du Wei took a deep breath and suddenly cursed: No more! I'll be a man without a seed today! !!

After speaking, he stood up resentfully, and then lifted the sheets hard, wrapped in Elu's body fiercely, Elu was about to stretch out his arms, and Du Wei had already cut the girl's tenderness with one palm. Around the neck.

Looking at the female prisoner who fainted, Du Wei sighed, stood up, sorted out his clothes, and stared at the female assassin who was asleep, looked for a while, and whispered: "It's your luck ... God bless you today. "