Dandere General and his Lord

Mo Qiao was born in black clothes, with a scorpion waist and slender legs. He was agile and powerful when he moved. His cheeks just after training were flushed, and he looked vigorous.

Han Quanlin couldn't help feeling itchy, so he thought badly and ordered the attendants to stop Mo Qiaosheng.

When Mo Qiao saw this man, his whole body felt a chill.

He took two steps back and found that the retreat was blocked, so he had to kneel and salute.

"Tsk tsk," Han Quanlin paced around Mo Qiaosheng for two steps, "three days apart, it's really different."

"How could the Marquis of Jinyue moisturise you so well?" He grabbed Mo Qiaosheng's chin, forcing him to raise his head.

Mo Qiaosheng turned his head away, broke free from his restraint, and clenched his fists by his side.

Han Quanlin was furious, and he slapped Mo Qiaosheng, "Dare to disobey me! A slave, who has fought two battles, treats himself as a human being?"

His slap failed to fall.

His wrist was still in the air, as if being clamped by iron tongs, unable to move at all.

The slave who was kneeling on the ground stretched out a hand and accurately grabbed his wrist.

In his impression, the humble slave who could only shiver in front of him, showed a pair of eyes like láng, staring at him fiercely.

"You, you let go, what do you want?" Han Quanlin winced.

Mo Qiaosheng slowly let go of his hand and dropped to his side.

Han Quanlin touched his wrist, only to feel pain in his wrist.

He took a step back and stood behind his guards.

"A slave is the owner's property. Even if your master likes you, it's just a little more precious property. As long as you can afford it, there are no slaves that can't be bought or sold."

Han Quanlin said slowly, he was satisfied to see a little panic in Mo Qiaosheng's eyes.

"It can be seen that Jinyuehou treats you much better than Weibeihou, you must be reluctant to leave his side, right?"

Mo Qiaosheng tightened his jaw muscles and looked away.

"Every time I see you're about to get it, you slip out of my hands again." Han Quanlin bent down and looked unscrupulously at the young body, "You make me feel very uncomfortable. I have to taste yours once. taste."

"You obediently obey me once, and I will let you go. Let you still stay with the master you like and live your little life."

"If you refuse, I will buy you from him."

Mo Qiaosheng's throat rolled, and he turned his face away.

"You want to gamble? You don't think your master will sell you. Huáng gold? Beauty? BMW? Haha, you think maybe he doesn't want it."

Han Quanlin narrowed his eyes, his voice coldly cut into the place Mo Qiaosheng was most afraid of in the night: "I have a small county called Qixian, which happens to be between Zhongmu and Bianzhou. For me, this place It is far away from Hanyang, it is useless to keep it, and it is a pity to abandon it.”

"But if you give it to your master, he can use this place to easily get through the passage from your homeland of Jin to Bianzhou, and even your master will not have to work hard with us to win Zhengzhou."

Han Quanlin approached Mo Qiaosheng's ear: "You said that he would exchange it for you as a slave, is the Marquis of Jinyue willing or not?"

He saw Mo Qiaosheng's face pale and his lips trembling.

Han Quanlin stood up proudly, knowing that his goal had been achieved.

"Take off your clothes yourself."

Mo Qiaosheng gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

"Hurry up, I only want you once." Han Quanlin showed a greedy look.

"Think about you Jinyuehou, he is so good, you are reluctant to leave him."

Mo Qiaosheng stiffened his hands and reached to the knot of his clothes, his fingers trembling, unable to continue.

Han Quanlin winked, and several strong guards set up Mo Qiaosheng and dragged him to the lawn behind the rockery.

They tore off his shirt, cut his hands backwards, tied him with tendons, and pushed him onto the weeds.

Han Quanlin became excited when he looked at the young, disheveled body struggling in the grass.

He grabbed Mo Qiaosheng's ankle that he was trying to break free, "How many times have you served that little white face of the Marquis of Jinyue? What are you pretending to be? Be obedient, or you will suffer."

"Hey, you still have the seal of Weibeihou, didn't the new owner give you a seal?"

Give seal.

Mo Qiaosheng heard this word,

He remembered the kiss lightly pressed on his forehead.

He kicked Han Quanlin away with one kick, and in the midst of shouting, he climbed over the rocks and disappeared into the jungle. Finally, he found a dòngxué in a rockery lined with rocks and hid himself in it.

He tried his best to break the tendon on his wrist on the stone, and he did not hesitate to grind both wrists to the point of blood dripping.

"Come out, get out of here! Mo Qiaosheng!"

"Don't let me find you, or I'll make you look good!"

"You can escape for a while, can you escape for a lifetime!"

"You think I'm scaring you? I swear I'll get you!"

The vicious, sympathetic voice kept ringing nearby, Mo Qiaosheng covered his ears and tightened his body.

It's alright, it's alright, he opened his eyes wide in the dark, and he's dead.

Chapter 26

The chamber was still full of people.

It rained unexpectedly outside.

"It's raining

what. Cheng Qianye looked out the window.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure in the dark.

The man exuded a faint blue light all over his body, motionless, and seemed to have been standing in the rain for a long time.

Cheng Qianye turned to Yu Dunsu and whispered, "Qiaosheng is outside, you go and call him in."

Mo Qiaosheng came in behind Yu Dunsu. His new black clothes were soaked by the rain, and his wet black hair was clinging to his cheeks, allowing the rain to meander and stay behind.

He silently walked behind Cheng Qianye, bowed his head slightly, and said nothing.

Cheng Qianye glanced sideways at his expressionless face, knowing that something serious must have happened.

Xiao Mo's heart was so desperate.

In view of Li Wenguang and a group of advisors and generals, Cheng Qianye did not speak.

She quietly stretched out her hand from the back of the chair, touched Mo Qiaosheng's hand, and squeezed it lightly. The hand was wet and cold, and trembled slightly.

Who bullied him like this.

Cheng Qianye felt a surge of anger in his heart.

At this moment, Han Quanlin brought his men and horses, holding an umbrella, and swaggered in from outside the house.

"Haha, the two virtuous brothers have worked hard." Han Quanlin snorted haha, "I can't be anxious for a while, so I'd better rest first."

"Yes." Cheng Qianye stood up and clasped his fist at Li Wenguang, "My brother is also tired today, so I will retire for the time being, and the rest will be discussed tomorrow."

Han Quanlin said, "Brother worthy, Hou Hou, brother idiot, there is still a private matter, and I have to discuss it with my wise brother."

Cheng Qianye turned his head and saw Mo Qiaosheng still staring at the ground without any reaction.

But Cheng Qianye knew that strong fear and despair appeared in his heart.

It turns out that it was Han Quanlin, you old man, who did a good thing again.

Cheng Qianye couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

I will settle this account with you one day.

She sat back and said, "If you have anything to do with Mr. Han, please speak bluntly."

"Hehe, the old man has a ruthless request to ask my virtuous brother to give this slave to me..."

"Not for sale." Cheng Qianye interrupted him.

"Young brother, you haven't listened to my conditions yet."

"I won't sell it under any conditions." Cheng Qianye put his hand behind his back and touched Mo Qiaosheng's hand, which was shaking violently uncontrollably.

Cheng Qianye clenched tightly.

She turned to look at Mo Qiaosheng.

Mo Qiaosheng remained motionless and lowered his face, but the eyes covered by the forehead hair were red, and a pair of thin lips were pressed in tightly.

"I think Marquis of Jinyue, you'd better listen, and then reject the old man." Han Quanlin was unhappy.

"If I give you Qixian, will I only use it for such a slave?"

There was a low voice in the audience, and even Li Wenguang raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Zhang Fu couldn't help but moved his body and called out softly, "My lord."

Mo Qiaosheng's hand tried to break free.

Cheng Qianye held him tight, preventing him from breaking free.

"I'm sorry for not selling it. Nothing can buy him from me."

There was an uproar.

One even gave up a city for a slave, and the other did not agree.

Han Quanlin frowned: "I only want his body. If you're afraid that there will be a strong general by my side, break his limbs and give it to me."

Cheng Qianye didn't even bother to maintain the superficial perfunctory, she stood up, cupped her hands at everyone in the hall, and walked out with Mo Qiaosheng.

Zhang Fu and Yu Dunsu followed and walked to a place where there was no one, only then did Zhang Fu stop Cheng Qianye.