Suddenly, Dong Zhuo spread Cai Wenji's snow-white legs, thrust out his black loach, and prepared to impale the woman underneath him who could recite poems and insult him.
"I'll let you recite poetry, I'll let you recite..." When Dong Zhuo cursed crazily and hit Cai Wenji with the black thing.
Cai Wenji closed her eyes in despair, preparing to endure the painful moment. When she felt a flesh-like object hit her vagina, she despaired.
But something strange happened again. Dong Zhuo became increasingly anxious after failing to enter Cai Wenji's body twice.
The more anxious you are about this kind of thing, the less likely it is to succeed. What Dong Zhuo feared happened, and he clearly felt that his life was softening and the man's passion was passing away.
Dong Zhuo started to panic and pushed on randomly, trying to get into the harbor before the black loach completely softened. The more he did this, the faster it accelerated its degeneration.
Cai Wenji also felt the changes in Dong Zhuo. After experiencing the first few collisions, she opened her eyes.
"Giggle, giggle, Dong Zhuo, you are a waste, you are the most useless waste in the world, you can never possess me!"
"Ah! You bitch, you, you...", Dong Zhuo, who was already a big man, completely gave up his hope of conquering Cai Wenji under Cai Wenji's giggles and sarcasm. He was angry, he
His self-esteem has been ruthlessly trampled on. He also has a fragile side. Although he does not want to admit it and does not want anyone to pierce this layer of window paper, now Cai Wenji has viciously opened this scar. He cannot tolerate it and will never
Allowed, he wants to defend his dignity. There is only one way for a man to defend his dignity, which is to let the person who insults him bleed.
Dong Zhuo suddenly moved a few steps to the left, and slapped the inner edge of a soft couch hard. As the inner edge dented, a hidden compartment was revealed at the base of the couch, in which two items, one long and one short, were placed side by side.
A sharp sword.
Cai Wenji has always wondered why a man like Dong Zhuo, who was a martial artist, did not display a single weapon in the palace, even for decoration. It turned out that Dong Zhuo was also afraid that the women around him would murder him, so he kept all the weapons in the palace and even the harem.
Let's go and create a secret compartment to hide the weapons in case of emergency. Although Dong Zhuo was rough, he was very thoughtful when facing his own safety issues.
Dong Zhuo casually picked up one of the long swords and placed it on Cai Wenji's pink neck with a snap.
Dong Zhuo's eyes were bloodshot, and he howled with horror: "Do you think I dare not kill you? What's so good about you, a bitch? Why should I keep you here until now? Go to hell!"
Dong Zhuo swung his sword and tried to chop off Cai Wenji's head.
Cai Wenji closed her eyes again, shouting in her heart: "Come on! Let all this end!"
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, no, no!"
Just when Cai Wenji was about to accept the baptism of death, an urgent voice suddenly sounded, and Diao Chan suddenly rushed over, hugging Dong Zhuo's furry thighs and begging.
"Your Majesty, please don't kill Sister Cai. If your Majesty wants it, I can do it. I can make your Majesty feel comfortable."
Dong Zhuo was stunned by Diao Chan's interruption, and then he calmed down a bit. Deep in his heart, he did not want to kill Cai Wenji. After all, she was the first woman he ever devoted his life to pursuing.
"Don't ask him, you, get up quickly, let this beast kill me, let him kill me!" Cai Wenji really didn't expect Diao Chan to save her at this time. They actually had no friendship at all, and she even thought Diao Chan was a bit vulgar.
If Dong Zhuo hadn't brought them under the same roof, women like Diao Chan would be despicable in Cai Wenji's dictionary. Fate is sometimes such a child's play, and people's kind nature sometimes does not distinguish between high and low birth.
When Cai Wenji spoke up to stop Diao Chan, Diao Chan had already put on a charming look and tried her best to caress Dong Zhuo's dirty soft loach.
When Dong Zhuo lowered his head, he happened to overlook Diao Chan's half-white chest exposed from Diao Chan's lapel. Diao Chan's little mouth was wet and shiny, slightly red and swollen like two peach blossoms, and there was a trace of fragrant saliva hanging on it, which made Dong Zhuo's belly rise again.
I felt hot for a while, and my breathing suddenly became heavy.
"You want to die, but I won't let you die, hahaha..." Dong Zhuo enjoyed Diao Chan's service. The cold sword was still pressing on Cai Wenji's pink neck, and even increased the strength on his hand.
In addition to tightly suppressing Cai Wenji to prevent her from moving, she also left blood marks on the smooth and tender skin.
Dong Zhuo looked at Cai Wenji's expression of pain and felt happy from the bottom of his heart. Then he looked down at Diao Chan on his crotch and found his self-esteem again. He looked at Diao Chan and cursed in a low voice: "You little goblin who wants to kill people!" He clenched his big hands.
He tightened Diao Chan's hair and pressed her charming face back to his crotch impatiently. Just as he was about to enjoy it again, he suddenly heard a scream coming from far away.
That was the first scream when Cao Zhi's troops came into close combat with Lu Bu's Feihu Camp. Because it was midnight and everything was silent, it sounded particularly loud.
Before Dong Zhuo could react to what might be happening outside, the sound of rapid footsteps came from the corner of the palace.
Dong Zhuo was shocked. He flicked his turned up robe to cover his lower body. He was terrified. Unless he was killing people, how could there be screams in his palace.
"Who? What happened?"
Dong Zhuo shouted, thinking that something unexpected might happen outside, and the guards ran in to report it without permission.
Suddenly, a guard appeared at the palace gate. Breathing heavily and nervous, the guard saw Dong Zhuo. Without saying a word, he raised his halberd, shouted and stabbed Dong Zhuo hard in the chest.
"You are crazy and looking for death!"
When Dong Zhuo was angry, Diao Chan was also in a state of panic. She screamed in shock and did not even dare to stand upright. She knelt on the ground and hurriedly hid behind a soft couch.
Dong Zhuo withdrew the sword that was pressing on Cai Wenji's neck, blocked it with the sword, and the halberd stabbed the sword, faintly shaking Dong Zhuo's arm. He quickly retreated, jumped on the soft couch, and shouted: "There is someone coming, there is an assassin, Lu Bu
Where?"
When the guard saw that he failed to succeed with a single move, he was willing to give up and raise his halberd again. Dong Zhuo had neglected his martial arts in the past few years, but he still had half a life's experience in killing enemies as a soldier. It was not something that a guard could kill.
Suddenly, Dong Zhuo let out a fierce roar like a tiger's roar, and the colorful sword light reflected the candlelight placed on the wall, reflecting the cold light.
"Dang" the two men exchanged swords, making a crisp metallic knocking sound. The guard was obviously deeply afraid of Dong Zhuo. He failed to succeed in a single move just now, and suddenly lost his energy. After exchanging two moves, he dodged and retreated.
Dong Zhuo took advantage of the situation and advanced quickly, hitting his opponent's weapon with one sword and two swords. No one would have thought that Dong Zhuo, who was so pampered, could have such great skills with such a fat body.
In the shadow of the sword, Dong Zhuo made a feint with his right hand. The guard dodges to the right. Dong Zhuo quickly leaned forward and hit his opponent with a hook with his left hand. With a bang, the guard fell to the ground.