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Chapter 259 The Tortured Female Slave

()After preparing, Nie Feng stepped onto Luoyanhu and headed towards Julu City with Cheng Ying and Lan'er.

Originally, Nie Feng didn't want to take Lan'er to go with him. He hoped that Lan'er could stay in Shuguang City. After all, his reputation was still there, and Lan'er could live a stable and comfortable life here.

But Lan'er did not agree and still had to follow Nie Feng and Cheng Ying. She put on a pitiful look, which quickly softened Cheng Ying's heart.

After ten ris, this ris evening.

"It's too late now. It seems that we have to spend the night in the wild. We can't arrive at Julu City until tomorrow." Nie Feng said with a smile.

"Well, I should be here at noon tomorrow." Cheng Ying said with a smile.

"Hmm?" Nie Feng suddenly looked ahead.

I saw a large area of ​​blackness on the ground in front of me in the distance, which was completely composed of countless cultivators.

Judging from their appearance, it is undoubtedly a battle formation.

"How come there are so many cultivators? Could it be that there are treasures in front of you?" Cheng Ying looked at Nie Feng.

Nie Feng looked ahead and saw that there were a large number of cultivators camping in front of him. He was stationed in an empty wilderness.

"The place where we can camp here is occupied, and there are not many good places. It seems that we can only continue to move forward!"

When Nie Feng said this, he slowly slowed down. Although he was not afraid, he was not willing to conflict with the battle formation in front of him, so he moved forward in a low-key manner.

Gradually approaching the camp.

Many cultivators were holding swords or spears, and they had no intention of seeing Nie Feng and his group passing by in front of them. Nie Feng was walking freely and freely at the forefront, and his right hand was holding the Chiyang Lingyun Sword.

"Haha, little beauty, come and laugh for the uncle."

"Tsk tsk. A pretty handsome girl."

The boring cultivators immediately laughed and shouted.

"Hmph." Cheng Ying's pink face was frosty and she didn't say anything.

"Oh, the little beauty is angry."

"Little beauty, don't rush to leave, come and play for a while."

When the cultivators saw that Cheng Ying did not respond, they laughed louder. However, although they laughed and joked, no cultivator dared to stop Nie Feng and the others.

"The discipline of this battle formation should be quite strict." Nie Feng was not angry when he heard these words, but instead made a smile. But as he moved forward, Nie Feng's face was a little unfair and his brows also frowned.

He saw a large number of slaves tied with ropes on their hands and wrists in the open land of the battle formation. Among these slaves were men and women, almost all adults, or teenagers, and no children or elderly people.

All the slaves had dirty faces and ragged clothes, and were surrounded by a large number of cultivators.

There are many slaves, divided into several piles, each with thousands of slaves.

"So many slaves?" Nie Feng frowned and muttered softly.

Lan'er looked around, with tears in her eyes. But she didn't say anything, because she knew that in the face of such a cultivator like water, she could not put Nie Feng and Cheng Ying, her two benefactors, in danger because of her own feelings.

"The Qinglin Continent is very good at martial arts. The major families fought against each other. Many were defeated and became slaves. Judging from this battle formation, it is estimated that slaves were taken from somewhere to Julu City." Nie Feng thought in his heart.

Indeed, Julu City is the most prosperous city in the entire Qinglin Continent.

The slave trade was of course the most developed in Julu City.

At this moment, Nie Feng's eyes flashed and suddenly saw a man with the appearance of a leader walking there next to another pile of slaves in front of him.

The leader took a few careful glances, then grabbed a delicate woman and fiddled with her long hair.

"look up."

The leader shouted coldly, looked carefully, and a smile appeared on his face, and then he calmly ordered, "Take this woman into my tent."

"No!" The weak woman's eyes were filled with horror.

"Yes, sir."

Two cultivators behind him received the order and immediately went to capture the weak woman.

"No, no, sir, let me go, let me go." The weak woman immediately begged, but the two cultivators were very strong.

Moreover, they were lazy to pay attention to the woman's begging for mercy. One grabbed the woman's shoulders and the other grabbed the woman's legs and lifted it up directly.

"Let her go." A man yelled next to him.

"Let go of my sister." A man struggled with his hands, and rushed to knock one of the cultivators to the ground.

"I'm against you." A cultivator who was guarding the slaves next to him immediately waved his long whip and slapped one of the slave men.

The sound of the whip to the flesh made the other slaves tremble. However, the man didn't say a word, looking at the leader with a firm look.

"Damn it, I'm thrusting hard, I dare to hit me."

"Give him aside, I'll go with you, I'll go with you." The weak woman looked almost collapsed when she saw her brother being beaten.

"If you have the ability to kill me, you will die at worst." The man who was whipped roared, which attracted the responses of many slaves next to him.

Seeing this, the leader raised his hand and walked forward slowly.

"You are not afraid of death!"

His eyes were staring at the man.

"Not afraid!"

The man responded with a firm face.

"It's great, but I guess you must be afraid of this." When the leader said this, he slowly walked to the weak woman, and suddenly grabbed the woman curled up on the ground, hugging her whole arms, and the woman cried and struggled desperately.

The leader laughed wildly and said, "It's interesting and interesting. I love the struggling mother the most, especially such a beautiful one."

"Hiss!" The weak woman's clothes were torn off a large part, revealing her snow-white and pink back muscles. She screamed in despair.

The man also let out a wild beast roar.

"Let her down!"

But the response I received was a more violent blow.

"I changed my mind." The leader said quietly, "I won't take her back to the tent. Because..." He looked at the man who was beaten,

"I want to be here and give her the Dharma on the spot!"

When we talked about this, there were extremely enthusiastic sounds around us.

"You are so despicable and shameless. If you have the ability, you will kill me!"

The weak woman was obviously gentle and subtle. After saying this with great strength, she was so embarrassed that she became weak and her face seemed to be burning.

When the leader heard this, his face suddenly sank, and his eyes flashed with a strange light. He stared at the weak woman and felt a chill in his heart. He almost wanted to shut up. However, although she was a little timid, she knew that since she had started, she would never retreat. She glared back without being outdone and said, "What! Am I wrong?"

"Okay, since you say that, I will let you see my majesty." After that, he quickly took off his clothes.

The weak woman saw the leader's sturdy body, and in an instant, she felt a chill all over her body, "Ah!" and she couldn't help but scream in a burst of voice...

The leader saw the frightened expression on the weak woman's pretty face and smiled proudly, saying, "What? Are you scared?"

The weak woman did not answer when she heard this, took a breath, snorted and turned her head away; however, although her face was calm, her body was not strong enough and began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

One person deliberately teased her and said, "Aren't you even afraid of death? Are you still afraid of this?"

Another pretended not to understand and said, "She was not afraid, but why did she keep shaking?"

The other person laughed and said, "Hey! That's not fear, it's excitement! I think she has never tried something as big as the boss, so she was trembling with excitement!" After saying that, there was another burst of laughter mixed with whistles and screams.

The leader smiled and approached the weak woman, grabbed her clothes with his left hand, and pulled out a short knife with his right hand.

The weak woman glanced at her sideways and was shocked. She couldn't help but think in her heart: "What did he do with a knife? Didn't he... want to insult me?" But then she said relievedly: "It's good to die like this! At least, you don't have to be humiliated by this beast...! It's better than being killed by him... alive!" Thinking of this, she slapped, closed her eyes, and waited for death...

The chest tightened, and the weak woman felt the tip of the knife resting on her left chest. Although she could feel the sharpness and sharpness, even the terrifying coldness through several clothes.

She bit her lip, grabbed her fist, waiting for the moment when the blade entered her body... However, the knife did not prick, but slowly swam - first wandering on the tip of the cherry on her chest for a while, then moved along her chest to her slender pink neck...

Although it was only a short period of time, it was as long as decades for the weak woman on the verge of death; although she was not afraid of death, when the tip of the cold knife pressed against her throat, the feeling of death still made her tremble nervously. She had to work hard to calm her emotions so that she could control herself not to scream...


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