C1 Chapter I Two-legged Sheep

The sun was setting in the west, and all things were cold and deadly.

A group of armored vanguards rushed past, their hooves kicking up dust all over the sky. The swaying reeds were gradually dazzling, as if the endless flowing water couldn't wash away the brutality that filled the sky.

Gradually, the reeds dispersed and the field of vision widened. The sound of footsteps also became disjointed, staggered, and sorrowful. Occasionally, there would be cries of terror mixed within. The eight thousand female prisoners were staggering and covered in dust. Even the noble young ladies and the jade from the small family had all lost their color.

Jianzhou Stinger Wang Xu quoted the Duan Clan's low and fresh character to deal with Chengdu King Sima Ying. The Duan Clan seized this opportunity to loot the Central Plains, plunder countless treasures, and even kidnapped tens of thousands of young girls. "On their way back to the sect, they slaughtered everyone. By the time they reached Yi Shui, there were only eight thousand girls left.

The eight thousand female slaves had lost their reputation, and the "two-legged sheep" was their general term, meaning docile sheep. At night, they were the tools of the wolf-like sergeants; at daytime, they were the slaves of hard labor, and even when their military provisions were insufficient, they slaughtered and cooked.

For some reason, it was commonly known as the "two-legged sheep".

The soldier with a long nose and deep eyes rode on a tall horse. From time to time, he would raise his whip and drive away the sheep with his legs like a wolf or tiger. What he wanted to go to was the great desert a thousand li ahead. There, he would build a new fortress.

At the back, there was a large group of people galloping around. It was impossible to judge their size and arrogance just by the sound of their horses' hooves.

It was a black and red flag with the word "Duan" embroidered on it. The Duan Clan's Prince rode an extremely handsome horse and held a beautiful woman in his arms as he disdainfully looked down upon the crowd of heroes. This horse had a large background, and was called "Clawed Yellow Lightning". It was snow-white all over, with four yellow hooves. Its temperament was noble and extraordinary, and it was extremely proud and arrogant.

He looked back at the endless stream of soldiers and said proudly, "To the south, our tribe has grown."

One of the personal guards hurried to welcome them, "Congratulations to your highness, with our army's power and influence, who in this world can be your match?"

Do not stop laughing and listen to the urgent report.

A small head with a tall and deep nose hurried over, half-kneeling and half-bowing: "Reporting to Your Highness, there is an urgent letter from Wang Chao."

"Read it."

After a bunch of complicated pleasantries, he said, "I humbly request that Your Highness must return the remaining children in order to prevent the citizens from forming a feud and being unable to deal with them …"

Do not let him laugh out loud. "What a stupid Wang Xu. How can a fat sheep that goes to its mouth spit it out? If war wasn't for the treasure of the woman, why would the sons of bitches come all the way here to sacrifice their lives? It's fine if he doesn't want to double the number of beauties, but to think that he would be able to take back these two-legged sheep. What a wishful thinking! "

"Your Highness, how do I reply?"

"Don't bother."

"Prince, Wang Xu has a few words for you alone. Please take a look."

Do not let Wu Chen take the letter. Without even looking at it, he crumpled it into a ball and waved his hand. "Tomorrow is easy, take away all these two-legged sheep …"

His palm was burning hot, and the small leader who was half-kneeling and bowing took a few steps back, his body elongated as he tore off a mask on his face and laughed out loud: "My lord, how does the 'three blinks' taste?"

Wu Chen shouted, "Are you from the Shi Family?"

"No!" "This is exactly what I have prepared especially for you. It will take you three years to make this little thing. It's not easy to make. Enjoy it..."

He tried his best to hold on, to not let his eyelids twitch, but it was useless. The pain disappeared in an instant, and numbness attacked his entire body. He couldn't even let out a furious roar, and his eyes were bloodshot. He fell off his horse, and very soon, he bled to death from all seven orifices.

It was just a matter of time. All of the subordinates were jolted back to their senses, and one of the personal guards who did not want to be killed roared out, "Little thief, you shall die..."

"Stop!"

Rustle, rustle, rustle. Seven or eight people rushed out from the army to protect the poisoner. Death Soldiers, who had been bribed or installed, surrounded him and blocked the swords, spears, and halberds of the clan.

"Why aren't you stopping? Look at the other side! "

His voice was loud and his expression arrogant. Everyone was shocked as they saw the black smoke, the rapid clatter of horses' hooves and the overwhelming army coming towards them from the opposite direction.

"Do not let the old thief Wu Chen die. From now on, all of you will submit to our Shi Clan." "Those who follow will be highly rewarded; those who go against the rules will be killed."

Whoever had the most power would be in charge.

This was the law of survival in the prairie and in the desert. These Huns, who were either low or fresh, or had no other name, quickly weighed the pros and cons.

Surrounded by galloping horses, they slowly lowered their weapons and surrendered to the new powerhouse.

Only he was standing in the middle, looking at his lost master's claw flying at lightning speed. A thousand li horse was something a powerhouse would ride. He walked over with large strides, kicked away the slave who had fainted from the fall of the horse with a kick, and leaped onto her.

Touching a snow-white mane of yellow claws, looking down at the world from above, the clan leader knelt down, and the eight thousand captive women who were numb and shivering instantly changed owners.

These were his own — Shi Xuanyin!

He smiled, his mouth curving into a beautiful curve. Only, cool.

"Boom!" Everyone's expression changed drastically.

Shi Xuanyin turned his head and let out a long hiss from his claw, knocking the new master off his horse.

"Heavens, what monster is this?"

Even the vicious soldiers were stunned by the object that fell from the sky. With everyone around, no one actually dared to make a move.

Then, there was a groan, not too loud, a very painful sound.

Everyone surrounded him a bit more.

Monster stood up and rubbed his aching arm. His misty eyes made him look like a ghost from another world.

A tall ponytail, high-heeled police boots, DuPont specially made soles, a fine cowhide top, dark blue grooming jeans, and a camouflage jacket of the same color that showed off a white shirt. The explorer's watch on his wrist, with its 24-hour red pin, pointed precisely at this moment: 17: 35.

"Where am I?"

He opened his mouth and spoke to the south. Although it was unclear and incomprehensible, it was a woman's voice.

His figure was the same.

Especially the towering chest under the white shirt, the long legs under the trim jeans.

It was completely different from the women of the other era. Everything was wrapped up, but everything was prominent.

It was incomparably ghostly.

So she was just a strange woman!

The hormone's aura was the easiest way to expand in a place where soldiers gathered. Everyone's mouth suddenly became dry. Many of them licked their tongues, but they could feel that the air around them was a little tight and they could not breathe fast anymore.

Shi Xuanyin had lost most of her fright. Her eyes fell on the strange long legs and her throat tightened. She raised her voice, "Hey, where did these two-legged sheep come from?"

Foot sheep?

Blue Jade's pupils suddenly enlarged and opened wide. Behind her back, there was an armor, a bow and arrow, a great blade and a long spear. It was the strongest lineup of the era of cold weapons.

A martial arts scene? Why was there such a strong killing intent? No one laughed? Where's the star? Where's the director? What about props? The camera?

The man in the center, leaning on his white horse, was armed, tall, handsome, with dark eyes, and blue eyes, like a half-breed. For no reason at all, it reminded her of a vase — but he was not white, nor was he fat, and there was a sinister evil in his eyes.

This is the male lead?

"General, these sheep look familiar. They must have been lazy and left the team …"

"Hahaha, unfamiliar? Fresh is better. "Someone, bring them down …"

Two careless soldiers rushed over, frivolous and vulgar. "Where did this little girl come from? So strange? "

She turned to the side and the two of them actually missed.

"Hahaha, this little lady is really nimble …"

She waved her hand. "Stop, are you sure you're not filming a costume show?"

"A movie?" What movie? "Kill this woman. She must be a spy sent by that bastard Wang Di to demand eight thousand legs and he dares to put on an act …"

In stiff Chinese, she wanted half a guess.

No, it had to be standard Mandarin.

Not far from her, there was a large group of women. They were all dressed in rags, their hair was disheveled, and their faces were unkempt. They were vicious and vicious. From time to time, they raised their whips, causing the whips to fly everywhere, crying, struggling, fresh blood, kicking and beating them as they crawled on the ground …

It's not filming, definitely not!

"Take this little girl …"

The fierce weapon came slashing over, leaving no room for retreat. Every move was fatal, truly a killer, not an actor.

She thought of something and suddenly leaped up and struck out with her palm. Shi Xuanyin was startled and hastily dodged to the side. The palm landed on the horse and caused it to break apart. Shi Xuanyin lost her balance and twisted his arm.

Xiao Tu was caught off guard, but he did not panic. Instead, he laughed out loud, "Foot sheep, are you really Wang Xu's man?"

She reached into the pocket of her jacket and opened the palm of her hand. It was a Swiss miniature pistol, capable of firing seven bullets in a row, with an invisible spring blade in the middle, thinner than a nail, extending as far as five centimeters. The gun weighed less than 30 grams and was only 6 centimeters long, but had a range of over 110 meters.

A custom-made mini gun like this could sell for tens of thousands of dollars on the black market.

"Be more honest!"

The small hard object was pressed against his waist, and there was even a slight clanging sound as the trigger was pulled. However, he could not feel its weight nor the danger.

The fanatics of the era of cold weapons thought that this was just a toy and did not have as much power as the saber in their hands.

He was so elated that he thought he could turn the situation around with a flip of his hand. With so many captives fighting against each other to the death, no matter what Three Virgins and Nine Fiends they were … He had seen them all.

In the end, these women were either dead or slaves.

Women were destined to have such an ending.

But this woman was different — at least, she was dressed differently. It was really too new. He actually didn't get too angry and only wanted to play with her.

He tilted his face, his long and narrow eyes smiling arrogantly. "Interesting! This was the first time he had met a two-legged sheep like this. I'll count to three. If you let go of me, I'll leave you with a complete corpse. Otherwise … "

"General, throw out this spicy trash!"

"Hahaha, let her serve us well …"

"Little girl, do you know what is called courting death?"

… ….

Amidst the noise, the evil in Shi Xuanyin's eyes became even more intense. "Little girl, you're about to be bitten by a pack of wolves. Are you scared?"