Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby

[Dual Male Protagonists + Quick Transmigration + Sweet Romance + 1v1 Sliced Gong + Long-Planned + Forced Love]

Qian Zhou, a new big shot in the quick transmigration system, has a mysterious i...

Chapter 66: Beili Wolf King x Zhongyuan Prince 2

Chapter 66: Beili Wolf King x Zhongyuan Prince 2

Qian Zhou was pushed into the cell by his men. The air around him was filled with the smell of earth and festering wounds, and the light was dim.

There was not a single window, and there were weeds growing in the cracks of the bricks around it, and there was a damp haystack underneath.

The bearded man guarding Qianzhou had exaggerated muscles and a fierce expression.

"His Royal Highness the Third Prince, who has always been revered by the people of the Central Plains, is nothing more than this. He is far from being a match for our King."

He emphasized the word "Your Highness" with the intention of making him uncomfortable.

His Royal Highness the Prince was once in great glory, leading troops to kill the enemy, but now he is imprisoned in an enemy cell in a miserable state.

Any man would feel humiliated.

The bearded man lowered his eyes and stared at Qianzhou's Shura mask, sneering.

He turned around and went to drink with his brothers.

Qianzhou leaned against the haystack and breathed a long sigh of relief. The wounds on his arms and thighs were away from the haystack.

There were a lot of injuries all over the body.

This haystack is not clean either. If I stay in this cell without sunlight for a few days, I will probably catch a fever and die.

[Qianzhou: Let’s see what the mission is]

[System 052: The target of the strategy is Wolf King Xiao Jintian. The side quest is to help him unify the world.]

Qian Zhou: I think unifying the world is harder than conquering it.

[System 052: The strategy is not simple]

[Qianzhou:?]

I have a bad feeling.

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Inside the tent, Xiao Jintian sat on a tiger-skin chair, his legs spread out in a majestic manner, like a terrifying bloodthirsty wolf king standing solemnly.

The air was filled with a chilling solemnity.

The servant came and reported, "Your Majesty, the Third Prince has been locked up in the darkest and dirtiest cell."

Xiao Jintian gave a malicious smile, "It's rare for him to have this day."

Back then, the old wolf king sent Xiao Jintian to the Central Plains as a hostage. During that time, Xiao Jintian suffered the greatest grievance in his life.

Everyone says that the Third Prince is aloof and arrogant, and everyone in the palace knows that he is difficult to get along with.

When Xiao Jintian was young, he was as tough as a wolf cub. He didn't believe that Beili could not defeat the bunch of good-for-nothings in the Central Plains.

He was also very arrogant in the palace.

I guess the royal family in the Central Plains also dislikes him.

After accidentally breaking the Third Prince's glass cup, Xiao Jintian was locked up and whipped more than 60 times, nearly being beaten to death.

Those scars never fade away and crisscross the wolf king's back, which are the marks of shame left by the royal family in the Central Plains.

Xiao Jintian held a grudge, and his flesh and blood were beaten to pieces.

But he had never met the almighty Third Prince.

It was only half a month from the time he was sent there to the time he was thrown back injured.

The glass lamp and the whip marks were deeply engraved in his mind, and Xiao Jintian automatically gave Qian Zhou an ugly and ferocious face in his mind.

He hopes that one day the prince will fall into his hands.

Let the noble man who stands on the high steps and looks down at him become his prisoner.

Achieved today.

Xiao Jintian was very happy.

After a few drinks at the celebration party, he walked outside the cell in the night breeze.

Despite being drunk, Xiao Jintian's actions, language and demeanor were no different from usual.

It was cold in Beili at night, and the men guarding the prison gathered together to warm themselves by the fire, which barely dispelled the night chill.

Qianzhou was sitting on a haystack, tearing off the few clean cloths on his body to bandage his wounds.

My arms feel a little weak.

He heard his men's conversation suddenly stop and knew someone was coming.

He put the Shura mask beside him back on his face and looked at the person who came with caution.

Xiao Jintian stood in the shadows, kicked the iron bars of the prison door, and spoke with anger.

"Bring the person out."

A general outside the cell looked inside, and Yuan Hao greeted Xiao Jintian.

"Hurry up, my king! We are waiting for him to become our target!"