Jiuyin never dreamed that when she opened her eyes, she would be in a different world. According to her experience in the entertainment industry for just a few years, what she saw in front of her was definitely not a theater. Theater filming does not require so many extras.

Thousands... no, obviously hundreds of thousands. And she was tied to the high city wall and pushed in front of everyone. The former Saint of Xichu became a hostage in the hands of the enemy.

The sound of her brocade clothes being torn apart awakened her still somewhat confused mind. It wasn't until her body became cold that Jiuyin suddenly woke up. Her top had been torn off by the soldiers beside her. She opened her tired eyes wide and looked up.

, all the hearts and souls were suddenly fascinated by the scenery below the city gate. The army was pressing down on the city, and it was such a shocking scene. Hundreds of thousands of troops lined up in a continuous, black mass outside the city gate, with bursts of dust and wind and sand flying, lingering.

They are around everyone, but their majesty is not compromised at all. A well-trained army that is enough to scare the enemy. The most eye-catching thing is the man and horse in front of the army. He is dressed in silver armor, and his tall figure sits high.

On top of the horse, a broadsword as tall as a man was in his hand, glowing with a frightening cold light in the sunlight. From such a distance, one could not see his face clearly, but one could clearly feel the aura of loneliness and aloofness, as well as the uniqueness of nature.

The noble aura. Jiuyin moved her thin lips, and the memories belonging to this body continued to pour in. Her misty eyes stared closely at the handsome face that became clearer and clearer in her heart. It was a stunningly beautiful face, stunningly beautiful.

He has an unparalleled handsome face, a pair of starry eyes as bright as the stars in the sky, a rosy lip with an icy luster, his perfectly slender fingers holding the moon-slaying knife tightly, and his deep and distant gaze locked on the thin figure on the tower.

Above. Although they were far apart, Jiuyin seemed to be able to meet his gaze. Her pale thin lips were slightly opened, and she called absently: "Qingcheng..." There was another "hiss" sound, and the plain white clothes fluttered slightly and were torn.

The torn fabric blew in the wind. Her shoulders were exposed, indescribably charming and intoxicating. The light purple lining as thin as cicada wings could not block too much of her fleshy skin. In the wind and sand, it trembled with her breathing. Behind her,

The shouts continued, but there was a solemn scene in front of them. In front of the army, a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken was pushed to the tower. Her clothes were torn piece by piece, and her ice-cold skin was gradually exposed to everyone.

In his sight, the sound of shredded clothes sounded again. This time, his legs were not wrapped in clothes, and they felt a bit chilly in the cold March wind. Jiuyin took a breath of cold air, and his consciousness briefly

She was picked up when she was lost. Before she could speak, a powerful and terrifying evil aura instantly hit her behind her. "Prince!" The soldiers beside her bowed their heads and backed away. That evil aura was beside her.

Stop. "Let me go!" Jiuyin was tied to the wooden pillar. Although he couldn't see the person beside him clearly, under the strong and suffocating sense of oppression, he already understood that it was definitely a person with strong momentum.

Even a man who was not inferior to the God of War in martial arts. She tried hard to free her hands, but she couldn't break free at all. She still wanted to resist, but an evil big palm, with an aura like a cheetah, had already covered her body.

He grabbed her in front of her with such force that Jiuyin could not help but moan in pain. Although she was separated by a piece of underwear, when had Jiuyin ever been so insulted? She blushed,

He was so ashamed and angry that he could not chop that sinful hand into pieces, but he could do nothing about it. Men in this era were so bad that they had no respect for women at all! Under the city tower, there were obvious waves of suction among the army.

There was an angry voice. Although everyone tried their best to maintain an orderly pace and a calm and calm face, who didn't feel aggrieved that their saint was so insulted? However, the general did not speak or even make any move.

People did not dare to act rashly. From the high tower, a low magnetic voice came, mixed with deep inner strength, and the bewitching charm sounded like chimes and stones striking each other, knocking into everyone's heart word by word: "
Chapter completed!