After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Luo Feng's face was pale, as if his spine had been ripped out, he silently took the porcelain bottle, and said, "Thank you."

The slaves who were still high-spirited just now were like eggplants beaten by frost. They subconsciously retreated behind Luo Feng, looking in horror at the wolf tyrant who was holding a bathing fire and sitting on the back of the Qilin beast casually.

In the hometown where blood flowed into rivers and was crushed by iron hoofs, hundreds of years of hatred, humiliation and blood and tears poured into their hearts. The slaves stared at the enemy who had enslaved them for more than 200 years, wanting to resist, wanting to Revenge, but his thighs trembled uncontrollably, and the hand holding the weapon trembled slightly.

That is the silent oppression that the weak can only feel when facing the strong.

It turned out that unconsciously, the fear of the mysterious spirit cavalry and the wolf tyrant had been deeply engraved in their bones and blood.

Luo Feng looked at Chang Ling, moved his lips a few times, and said with difficulty: "I know, I am not qualified to mention anything to you. But I can't ignore my clansmen, I... I still want to ask, what you promised before , can it still count?"

Zhao Yan, who had been watching with cold eyes, suddenly took two steps from the beast master, stopped beside Chang Ling, and asked leisurely, "What did you promise them?"

Probably because he was too pretentious, he spoke suddenly, causing the air to fall into an eerie silence.

Qingyang among the slaves suddenly said loudly: "He promised us that as long as we don't follow Chu Yunfeng to rebel, when you win, you can give whatever conditions Chu Yunfeng can give."

"Oh."

There was no emotion in Zhaoyan's eyes, and he couldn't distinguish between emotions and anger and asked, "What conditions did Chu Yunfeng give you?"

"He promised to relieve us of our slave status, let us go back to Fu Yu, and promised that Sirius would never touch an inch of Fu Yu's land again."

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows with great interest, and landed on a little thing: "You really told them that?"

Chang Ling pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

That was just a lie he fabricated in order to successfully enter the slave field and win the trust of the Fuyu people.According to the original plan, he would cure them of the plague, gain their trust completely, and then hold a negotiation with Luo Feng, the content of which was mainly related to weapons.If the negotiation goes well, they will join forces to escape from Tianhuan City, and then carry out the next step of in-depth cooperation.

But all this was broken by an unexpected reversal of the battle tonight.

Luo Feng and all the slaves suddenly understood what happened. Qing Yang pointed at Chang Ling angrily, and said excitedly: "Okay, so you have been lying to us from the very beginning! You took the fake golden book and seal, fabricated your majesty Promise, deliberately approaching us, what are the intentions!"

A few bright-minded slaves immediately realized that in the current situation, only by putting all the responsibility on the little fox would they have a chance of survival.

"It's no wonder that the medicine you refined has no effect at all. From the very beginning, you didn't intend to cure the plague for us! You were just delaying time, so that you could cooperate with the rebels at the foot of the mountain to drive us out and snatch the weapons !"

"That's right, you deliberately prevented the young patriarch from leading us to fight against the rebels at the foot of the mountain, and you also persuaded the young patriarch to set up a spiritual crossbow on the mountain, it must be for this purpose!"

"What a vicious scheming!"

"It is said that foxes are cunning, as expected!"

"Fortunately, the young patriarch listened to our advice and was not fooled by you..."

The slaves talked to each other, and almost completely forgot how they had the strength to yell here when they couldn't even stand up. They vented their unwillingness, anger and resentment to their heart's content. It didn't matter who the target was. In the sporadic remarks that everyone put together, they gradually believed in the facts they constructed with anger and imagination-the little fox deceived them, and the little fox was heinous.

If the little fox hadn't suddenly appeared and made trouble in the middle, they might have killed the werewolf army long ago and rushed out of the slave field.

Luo Feng lowered his head, clenched his fists, and wanted to speak several times, but when he thought of something, he gritted his teeth and held back in humiliation.

On his shoulders are the lives of the whole clan and Fu Yu's future, and he cannot ignore his identity and mission for his own selfish desires.The little fox obviously faked the king's order and lied to them. This is a fact...

Zhao Yan ignored the din of the crowd, his eyes remained on Chang Ling, and he asked again: "You really told them that?"

This is obviously a problem from the beginning.

The slaves all pricked up their ears and tacitly stopped making noise, wanting to see how the wolf tyrant would deal with the little fox who forged his king's order.As long as the tyrant's anger is fully transferred to the little fox, he will definitely not do anything to them again.After all, werewolves rely on their craft to forge weapons.

Chang Ling didn't answer immediately, but walked up to Luo Feng and stretched out his hand: "Bring it."

Luo Feng almost raised his head hastily, and said blankly, "What?"

Chang Ling said: "Bring me my medicine."

Luo Feng was startled, mechanically let go of his sweaty palm, and handed out the white porcelain bottle that was almost crushed by him.

The mouth of the Changling bottle was pulled down and the cork was removed, and the blue pills immediately rolled down on the ground like raindrops.The pills that had been painstakingly refined all night were discarded like shoes by him.

An older slave blurted out, "You, how could you..."

Chang Ling silently walked up to the Qilin Beast, raised his head, looked at Zhaoyan calmly and stubbornly, and said, "Yes, I promised them, as long as they don't follow Chu Yunfeng to rebel, when you win, the conditions Chu Yunfeng can give, you I can give you the same."

That was the lonely look that the little beast had when it was cornered.

In the dead silence, Zhaoyan nodded, said softly, then leaned slightly, stretched out his fingers to wipe off a piece of grass stained on the little thing's black hair, and said: "Didn't I ask you to tell them that as long as they don't Betrayed this lord, is this lord willing to clear up the past and contribute money to rebuild Fu Yu for them, didn't you say?"

The eyes of the slaves lit up instantly.

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, then said, "I forgot."

"You can forget this too, stupid."

Zhaoyan flexed his fingers and flicked the little thing on the forehead.

Chang Ling didn't hide, and a red mark appeared on his forehead immediately.

Luo Feng looked at Zhao Yan incredulously: "You... Your Majesty's words are serious?"

Zhaoyan smiled playfully.

Luo Feng asked alertly: "What are you laughing at? You don't agree?"

Zhao Yan said: "I laugh at you for being stupid, arrogant and overconfident."

The slaves looked at each other, all showing anger.

"You don't accept the love of this little thing, and you turn the truth around and slander me, why should I agree to you?"

Zhao Yan sneered, the smile in his eyes disappeared, but was replaced by profound coldness and irony.But because there was a certain little thing, he still tried his best to suppress the hostility in his chest, and said lightly: "Since you want to negotiate terms with me, don't fool me with the way you fooled Chu Yunfeng."

"You don't rebel on the surface, but you sold those batches of spiritual crossbows to Chu Yunfeng in private, and injured my cavalry countless times. This alone is enough for me to cut you into pieces."

"Healing your illnesses and saving your lives is already the greatest kindness I have shown you. You are still wishing to get rid of your slave status? As long as I am here, you will never return to Fu Yu for the rest of your life."

Of course, for the sake of Quan Yiquan Xiaoshi's face, he still asked a special question: "Is there anything wrong with this gentleman?"

Chang Ling nodded.

Things turned around in an unexpected way again, and the slaves headed by Qingyang were completely stunned.

Luo Feng's Adam's apple rolled violently, and couldn't help but said, "But you promised us—"

Chang Ling immediately said: "But I didn't know that you had already sold the crossbow to Chu Yunfeng. Besides, is the so-called promise really that important in the eyes of the young patriarch and you Fuyu people?"

Luo Feng's expression froze, and the blood on his face faded away: "Yes, I promised to take you away with me, and I am really willing to do that in my heart, but I am Fu Yu's young patriarch, and I must always act as the patriarch. Benefits come first, I can't..."

Chang Ling said coldly: "Young patriarch, you made a mistake."

Luo Feng was startled.

Zhao Yan narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Why run away together?"

Chang Ling whispered: "It has nothing to do with you."

But Zhaoyan can figure out the joints with just a little twist of his brain.

This little thing is really getting more and more... proud of being favored.Not only did she hook up with others behind his back, deceive him, and rebel against him, she even wanted to elope with Fu Yu's people.

Zhaoyan lowered his eyes, stretched out his arms and fished the man up, and said: "Whether it matters or not, I will only know after the interrogation."

Probably because he just came from the flames of war and the rain, even if he deliberately suppressed it, his eyes could not control the scorching light and crazy possessiveness that were lost and regained.

Chang Ling immediately froze like a kitten, looked at him vigilantly, put his hand on the armor on his chest, put a distance between the two, and refused him to continue approaching.

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows, trying to wrap him in his arms, but Chang Ling gently avoided him.

Zhaoyan's eyes gradually became cloudy, worried about the presence of outsiders, and finally restrained himself with great difficulty, allowing the long spirit to curl up on the back of the beast as usual, turn around, and go out of the cave with the unicorn.

"Your Majesty!"

General Yunyi led a group of iron cavalry to kill him, seeing Zhaoyan came out safely, he couldn't help but heave a long sigh of relief.When he saw the long spirit curled up on the beast's back, he was taken aback for a moment, and then was shocked.

How could the little fox mix with these Fu Yu people?

Yunyi hastily withdrew her thoughts, first reported the situation at the foot of the mountain, and then asked Zhaoyan: "Your Majesty, what should we do with those Fuyu people?"

"They are all locked up and will be tried again later."

"Yes!"

The sound of fighting in the valley gradually faded, and the bloody battle on a rainy night was clearly coming to an end.

At this moment, Zhaoyan began to focus on Chang Ling, and saw that the little thing was looking at him with his black eyes, and one hand was still quietly grabbing the corner of his cloak. The little thing was confused about his refusal and his involvement with that Fuyu man, so he couldn't help pulling the corner of his mouth indifferently, and said: "I know I'm afraid now, it's too late."

"Whenever you think about how to explain to me, I will stop, okay?"

Zhao Yan stretched out his fingers, and gently brushed those beautiful eyes that were too much to make him soft-hearted, and almost sighed softly: "They always advise me not to indulge you too much, and not to take a father-killing enemy. The son is careful to protect you, but you should be imprisoned in the demon lock platform, and slowly asked the secrets of the altar of the fox clan. This gentleman has never paid attention to it. Now it seems that this gentleman is indeed too indulgent. I have forgotten my identity, don't you think?"

Chang Ling shook his head, his throat seemed to be stuck by something, he opened his mouth for a long time, but couldn't make a sound.

The distorted crimson appeared again in Zhaoyan's eyes. He closed his eyes and tried his best to suppress them. He opened them again, as if a beast was staring at them, his pupils stared coldly at the Elder Spirit, and he resisted looking at this little thing that betrayed him. Desire to tear apart and smashed, he directly twisted Chang Ling's wrists, dragged him to him, and tore off the blue cloak with a huff.

The mountain wind blew cold rain and hit the face, and the silk robe inside Changling was immediately soaked, and it clinged to the skin, turning into a wet and cold chill.Zhao Yan's dangerous gaze immediately pierced the jade belt around Chang Ling's waist like a knife.

Chang Ling shook his head and looked at him imploringly.

Tear him apart, crush him.He will never betray you again.

That devil-like voice sounded in his heart again, tearing his nerves.

Zhaoyan grabbed the jade belt roughly, and was about to tear it away, only to realize that the little thing on the beast's back was trembling like a leaf in the wind, its throat seemed to be strangled by something, its black eyes were wide open, empty and Numbly looking at him.

That was an expression Zhao Yan had never seen before.

Zhaoyan's heart convulsed suddenly, and the pain suddenly became severe. Before he realized it, he let go of his hand.

It probably didn't expect that he would really let go, Chang Ling was shocked and looked at him blankly, his body was still trembling.Then he suddenly realized something, stretched out his finger, and tugged at the corner of his cloak flatteringly.

Zhaoyan avoided it indifferently, and kicked Qilin's abdomen hard.

The Qilin Beast turned into a blue light, and galloped away in the night like electricity, leaving the desolate slave farm far behind in an instant.

The rain had stopped at some point, and there were only a few drops of rain floating in the sky, and Tianhuan City, which had been in turmoil before, had also returned to calm.

Chang Ling had been curled up quietly, but suddenly blinked and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Zhao Yan said expressionlessly: "Outside the city, the Xuanling Iron Cavalry is stationed."

Chang Ling said: "Then I'm afraid you will put me down."

The Qilin beast suddenly stopped, Zhaoyan stared down at the little thing curled up in front of him, and asked, "What did you say?"

There was a familiar scarlet in his eyes again.

Chang Ling sat up, stretched out his arms, rolled up his sleeves, showed him the rash on his arms, and said, "I'm infected with the plague, take me back to the camp, it may infect your soldiers."

Zhao Yan fixed his gaze on it, and didn't speak for a long time, the air suddenly fell into a terrible silence, only the rain fell on the two of them continuously.

Chang Ling whispered: "I only touched your armor and the hem of your cloak just now, and absolutely did not touch other places. And I told you in time, it is not cheating you. You..."

Chang Ling's voice suddenly stopped, because he saw the chill and murderous look in Zhaoyan's eyes.

The spirit fox is always alert to danger.

Chang Ling immediately moved back cautiously, distanced himself from Zhao Yan, and continued, "I have already taken the elixir to avoid poison. If I really wanted to harm you and your cavalry, I wouldn't be here now." I told you."

"I……"

Seeing that Zhaoyan's eyes were still gloomy and not loose at all, Zhang Ling was finally discouraged and said, "I'm sorry. I admit that I didn't tell you just now because I wanted you to take me out of the slave field. But I'm telling you now. It's not too late."

"I'm going down now. I promise to stay in one place and not wander around. The ruined temple just now is very suitable. Also, your beast has ancient blood and will not be infected. You can rest assured."

As Chang Ling said, he began to climb down using both hands and feet.

Ever since he discovered the first rash on his arm, he has been anxious, terrified, and at a loss, but he has never been so grateful for the plague at this moment.

His spiritual power is weak, his physical condition is not very good, and there are not many pills left, the probability of making it through is not too high, but fortunately, Tangyue has been told in advance to make arrangements for the funeral.

Even if he died of illness in the barren temple, it would be better than being tortured to death in the demon lock platform.

However, just halfway through the climb, when he was about to fall, he was picked up by a strong arm and held tightly in his arms.

Chang Ling was stunned, and said: "You will be infected like this."

Zhao Yan didn't speak, his eyes trembled slightly, and the blood in his eyes was hot and frightening.He leaned down, the tumbling blood quickly spread to the entire pupil, one hand supported Chang Ling's waist, and he blocked those two cold and soft lips like crazy and rubbed them together.

Chang Ling pushed his chest hard and repeated: "You will be infected like this."

Zhao Yan twitched the corner of his mouth indifferently, leaned over to hold the little thing in his arms, and moved even more crazily.

In the hot suffocation, Chang Ling's eyes finally turned red slowly, stretched out his hand, trembling around Zhao Yan's waist.

**

It was late at night when we returned to camp.

Tan Lang, Yun Yi and other generals already knew Jun Shang's purpose of going to the slave farm, so when they saw the little fox curled up in Jun Shang's arms, they all acted very calm.

Zhaoyan carried him into his tent of the Chinese army, saw the little thing's eyes were red, and the corners of the eyes were still aqua, he was amused in his heart, couldn't help scratching Chang Ling's nose with his fingers, and said mockingly: "Why? ? So easily moved by me?"

Chang Ling retorted in a low voice: "What does it have to do with you? I got sand in my eyes."

"Oh." Zhao Yan commented solemnly: "The sand is really fine, it dares to come out when it rains, and it just chooses to drill into the eyes of the queen."

Regarding this address, Chang Ling remained silent.

Zhao Yan didn't care, he took off his robe and asked the guards to bring in a charcoal basin and hot water.

Sitting on the bed, Chang Ling saw Zhao Yan bent over and squatted down, and reached into the cloak to grab his ankle, and immediately asked vigilantly, "What are you doing?"

Zhaoyan deliberately scratched the little thing's feet with his fingers, raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you think I want to do?"

Sensitive there, Chang Ling shuddered, his face tightened as expected, he looked like he was facing an enemy, he stared at Zhao Yan fiercely, and was about to flee to the inside of the bed with all his energy.

Zhao Yan held him down and said: "If you don't obey me again, I will have to interrogate you now."

Chang Ling showed the expression of a kitten with fried fur again, and finally he was obedient and did not move any more, saying: "I have the plague now. You, if you do something excessive, you will be infected."

"The plague is very severe. If you don't pass on beasts, pass on people, even if you have a cultivation base of Tianluo ninth level, it will be useless."

Chang Ling added in a heavy tone.

Zhao Yan ignored this little thing that was too much drama, but took off the soaked shoes and socks on Chang Ling's feet little by little, and then took a towel to carefully wipe off the two snowy feet that were a little swollen from the rain in his palm. Then soak it in a copper basin filled with hot water.

The long-lost warmth poured in from his self-sufficiency, and his feet and calves, which had been numb from the cold for a long time, gradually became conscious. Chang Ling curled up his toes, opened his black eyes slightly, and looked at Zhaoyan unexpectedly.

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows: "Throughout the ages, you are the first one who can let me wash your feet, ancestor."

Chang Ling pursed his lips, and after a while, he moved forward, stretched out his arms, slowly grabbed his neck through his collar, and asked in a low voice, "How do you know my feet are frozen?"

The little thing's eyes are shining brightly, as beautiful as stars.

Zhaoyan was dazzled, raised his eyebrows, let go of those two snow feet, turned around to clamp Chang Ling's waist, massaged it leisurely, and asked: "Then tell me first, today in the cave , that Fuyu man promised to take you away with him, what does that mean?"

Chang Ling didn't expect that he would still remember these words, pursed the corner of his mouth, and said fiercely: "That's what it means."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that if you die in battle unfortunately, I may be forced to elope with others. Therefore, you must practice hard and don't be usurped by others."

"..."

Zhao Yan gritted his lower teeth hard.

This little thing really needs cleaning up.

Chang Ling paid attention to his expression, hesitantly said: "Are you really planning to let me stay here?"

"Otherwise, you still want to elope with that Fu Yu man?"

Zhaoyan raised his eyebrows and said sourly.I thought, when this war is over, the slave farm must be expanded three times, so that those Fu Yu people can't breathe for a moment.

Chang Ling looked at him: "You clearly know that's not what I mean."

Zhao Yan smiled: "I am not the roundworm in your stomach, how would you know what you mean."

Chang Ling curled his toes and said tentatively: "I just want to confirm your thoughts so that we can make the next step."

"Don't worry, if you really want me to stay here, I will definitely pay attention to it, and I will not wander around or mix tableware and tea sets with other people. If you are worried about the plague, I can go back to the palace or go to another place to stay. There is absolutely no problem. You really don't have to take the risk of keeping me..."

Chang Ling closed his mouth knowingly, because he saw Zhao Yan's face suddenly sinking.

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