"Uncle Battle..." Mei Liangchen didn't want to cry, but when she saw Battle's look of regret, shock and even despair, her tears were like unstoppable spring water, gurgling down...
She slowly climbed to the edge of the carriage and stretched out her delicate white fingers towards the undignified Battle on the ground... "Old Butler... help me! Help me!" She didn't want to stay in this gorgeous shell.
She doesn't want fine clothes, fine food, or the service of a maid. She wants to be by Bart's side, even if she is just an unknown young stable boy for the rest of her life, she doesn't want to suffer all the physical and mental torture like she does now.
Battle's eyeballs, as motionless as a dead man, suddenly jumped a few times. Unprepared, he stepped forward and grabbed Muren's horse, pleading loudly: "Sir! Please spare Mayne, please! Please, please,
My lord, she has a low status and is not worthy of being with the general! My lord...please let Mayne go! Let her go!" You don't need to think too hard to know what the general is thinking. He clearly wants Mayne to be him.
The maid who warms the bed next to you...
Will Muren let go?
He recovered from his stunned state and immediately gave Battle a kick. The boots were hard and hit Battle's forehead. The old man fell to the ground, throwing away blood all over the sky.
"Don't hit him" Mei Liangchen clenched his fists and screamed in pain.
The kind-hearted Suguna rushed up to hug the dying Battle, and signaled Mei Liangchen with her eyes to stop fighting. If everyone still wants to live, please do as Lord Muren said.
Muren's face was dark, and his eyes were as sharp and ruthless as a beast on the grassland. He ordered the sergeant beside him: "Come here, drive the embroidered chariot to the general's tent! No mistakes!"
"Yes, sir!" the sergeant took the order and was about to make a move. Battelle, who was lying on the ground and seemed to have fainted, suddenly opened his eyes, pushed Su Guna away, rushed up to block the chariot, and shouted: "No, sir!!"
She is still a child... I can't... Sir, please spare her! Sir, this old slave is willing to pay for his life, please let Mayne go! Please!"
The sergeants who had camped earlier stood silently on the dark grassland, watching them quietly.
The change of situation made Muren very angry. It was obviously the general who wanted to see this bitch slave, but damn, now he was trying to rob him. He grabbed the end of his whip, pointed it at the damn old man, and shouted in a deep voice: "Get out of here."
Open! Battle! Don’t let my whip send you to see the King of Hell!”
Battle, whose face was covered in blood, took a few steps closer to Mei Liangchen, his willingness to protect the calf obvious.
"Pa" The shiny whip was like a poisonous snake's message, suddenly cutting through the darkness of the quiet night and licking towards Battle.
Mei Liangchen suddenly stood up and exclaimed: "I'm going!! Don't hit him if I go! Don't hit him!"
As if the whip had eyes, it suddenly moved away from a position just a few inches in front of Battle's eyes, and flung it towards the sergeant on the side. "AhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhH is being shooting" The sergeant who was hit in the face held his face in his hands and lay on the ground rolling around.
"Come here, drag the old man down and drive him to the big tent!"
"yes!"
In the chaos, a small gadget as cool as jade was stuffed between Mei Liangchen's fingers.
"If you are in danger, drink it!" A hoarse and strange warning made Mei Liangchen tremble inexplicably. She raised her head and met Battelle's extremely serious and cautious eyes in the firelight. She was stunned...