Fight hard, little three!

Mu Sanxin finally saw Da Khan's appearance. Of course, Da Khan was accompanied by the concubine who had bruised him and lay on the bed for a week—but this concubine was really a femme fatale.

Mu Sanxin, who hadn't seen a beautiful woman for a long time, forgave the big concubine very generously, and beauties are always worthy of forgiveness.

"No wonder Hehe neglected your sister, such a look is hard to match even you."

The concubine's voice was soft, "What the king said is that the concubine is reckless."

"Forget it, I can't blame you." Da Khan waved his hand and said, "You go back first, I'll talk to him."

The princess respectfully withdrew from the big tent, but her eyes were full of viciousness.

Mu Sanxin took a few steps back, and faced the scum in front of him with a guarded attitude. This person is not a hero. Putting on a high-minded appearance just makes him unlucky faster. Just think about the genuine one, you will know, but Vigorousness doesn't seem to be advisable... Mu Sanxin noticed the interest in Dahan's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Come here, change clothes for the king."

Mu Sanxin paused for a moment, and then walked over meekly. Just as Da Khan felt a little relieved in his heart, the slave in front of him, who looked noble and dignified and not at all like a slave, rushed to his feet and hugged him. His thighs began to cry bitterly.

"Big Khan! Big Khan, please let me go! General Hehe and I really love each other! I can't let him down! Big Khan, you are so wise, powerful, wise, and extraordinary, you will definitely support and understand us, right! Big Khan! Don't hurt the brotherhood because of me!! I know Dahan likes me...but Dahan, I can't accept you..."

Mu Sanxin's tears and snot all rubbed against Dahan's luxurious clothes, and Dahan's face turned green.He really didn't expect that a person who looks like such a stunner would look like he has no brains?

What is true love?What does it mean to hurt brotherhood?What does it mean to like him?

a slave! !A slave actually said that the king of the grassland liked him! ?

Da Khan felt that he was in no mood at all. Although he was disgusted, the face in front of him really made him feel reluctant again.

As soon as Da Khan hesitated, the person hugging his thigh howled even more, his whole face was muddy with tears and greatly reduced the beauty, finally Da Khan couldn't help kicking him away, turned around and walked out.

It wasn't until people were far away that Mu Sanxin wiped away tears and got up from the ground——If you want to touch Lao Zhi, Lao Zhi won't kill you!

The physical sobbing hadn't stopped yet, but without the deliberate affectation and snot and tears all over his face, Mu Sanxin deliberately called it pitiful at this time.

The man who was hiding outside the tent and was about to rush in to rescue him slowly loosened his clenched hands, but his heart was still terrified.

"Are you OK?"

Mu Sanxin looked at the man who walked in with red eyes—it was the unlucky official receiver that day.

Du Hanliang looked at the only person who gave him warmth with deep eyes, and his voice was a little strange, "Don't be afraid, I will avenge us."

……us?

"None of them can escape."

Du Hanliang's strange expression and tone made Mu Sanxin uneasy for several days, but not only was Du Hanliang not coming again, even the profuse sweating was not coming again.

Then Mu Sanxin found out that Da Khan had a new favorite, and the name of this new favorite was Du Hanliang.

A group of guards under Da Khan were beheaded in the name of criminals. Mu Sanxin saw through the gaps in the curtain that the people who were dragged out seemed to be the people who committed atrocities to Du Hanliang that day. He was not innocent, but the culprit took out these thorns in Du Hanliang's flesh with a gesture of kindness. Did he think that Du Hanliang would be grateful to him if he did so?Doesn't he remember who ordered these people to do that?

The king's arrogance is ridiculous and sad.

Mu Sanxin didn't know how when Du Hanliang, as a favored confinement, was hugged by Da Khan and sat in the king's tent, how Hehe made a request to take him back with great hope, and how he was underplayed by Da Khan refused.

Du Hanliang's popularity has made it difficult for the concubine to suppress him. If he is just a hot-tempered male favorite, it is not difficult to deal with it. What is difficult to deal with is that this person does not want power, but revenge.

When the concubine nervously mentioned this matter to Da Khan, Da Khan, who already regarded Du Hanliang as a gadget in his heart, didn't take it seriously, "How big a splash he can make, let him make a fuss."

When the little splash of water turns into a huge wave, I don't know if Dahan will turn green with regret when he thinks of his own words.

The concubine's younger sister has always had a hot temper. After all, she grew up pampered at home. The elder sister is still a concubine. No one dares to make her angry. But during this time, Hehe didn't even enter her tent and ran to make trouble. She could only let go of her popularity without even saying a word, and the anger in her heart had nowhere to vent, so she simply broke into Mu Sanxin's tent with a whip, and whipped it down with a flick of her hand.

Mu Sanxin was still eating lunch, when a sudden misfortune happened, he was whipped out of thin air without even having time to react, and his face turned pale immediately, "What are you doing!?"

"What are you doing? I'm going to kill you vixen today!"

The guards were protecting Mu Sanxin, but at the same time they had to be careful not to hurt the general's wife. The two sides were at a stalemate, and the terrific lady's face was full of anger, "Get out of the way! Killed!"

"The concubine's younger sister is really powerful, even the people who are sweating can be killed as soon as they want." There was a chuckle, the curtain was lifted, and Du Hanliang walked in with a sarcasm on his face.

"Go away! You're just Da Khan's favorite boy, what right do you have to talk to me!"

Du Hanliang's eyes turned cold, "I'll let you see, I'm not qualified."

As he said that, Du Hanliang waved his hand, and several guards behind him stepped forward and easily restrained the concubine and sister who wanted to resist.

"What do you want to do!? My sister will not let you go!"

As a result, Du Hanliang slowly rubbed the whip that the guard handed over to him, "What can I do? It's just to let you experience the feeling of being whipped. Don't you like using a whip very much, sir? You Definitely want to try it too.”

"You...you..." The woman showed fear, "How dare you! If you do this, Da Khan will be angry too! He will kill you!"

Du Hanliang turned a deaf ear to it, "It's not what you said, I'm just a male favorite, and if the male favorite loses his temper, what's there to be angry about?"

As soon as the words fell, the whip in Du Hanliang's hand swung down without hesitation, hitting the concubine's sister head and face, and the screams immediately rang out.

The maids and guards in the tent didn't seem to see it, and the two restraining guards didn't raise their eyes.

Only at this time did Mu Sanxin somewhat understand how favored Du Hanliang was now, and he also understood that the so-called revenge had already begun.

When the concubine came to save him in a hurry, his face was covered in blood and he was thrown on the ground. Anyone who took a look at him would know that his face must be ruined.

The concubine's lips trembled and she almost fainted. Du Hanliang wiped off the blood on his hands slowly, and smiled at the concubine, "Don't be surprised, concubine, I'm a little impulsive."

People have been beaten and disfigured, what's the use of talking about it now?Can an impulse explain it?

The concubine pinched her fingers so that she wouldn't turn her face on the spot, she didn't even look at Du Hanliang, she just let her sister be carried away, and when she stepped out of the big tent, she turned around and looked at Du Hanliang and Mu Sanxin and said, "I won't let go!" over yours."

When everything in the big tent was gone, Du Hanliang threw down the blood-stained handkerchief, and said to himself with a chuckle, "Me too."

Du Hanliang walked up to Mu Sanxin, who was still a little certified, and touched Mu Sanxin's cheek with his fingers, as if he was afraid of disturbing him. They are as loving and gentle as a pool of clear water, "Her blood is too dirty, luckily it didn't get on you."