Chapter 176 World Seven (End)

Wu Li's eyes were dark and deep. He raised his palm and gently stroked the skin of Bao Shan's cheek. His tone was full of confusion: "No one will hurt you now, why are you still frowning?"

Bao Shan didn't look at him and said softly, "Didn't you run away? How could you..."

Wu Li tightened his arms, leaned over and sniffed the rich and elegant aroma coming from Bao Shan's delicate neck, which was as white as mutton fat jade.

In the tribe, if anyone caught prey, they would hang it on their steed, allowing everyone to see their haul. Silence was not the nature of these foreigners. Therefore, Wu Li did not conceal the fact that it was his scheming that led to Bada's "coincidental" conflict with the Fifteenth Prince, which then implicated Princess An Ning. Even the guard who had plotted against the treasured fan was not spared, ensuring that he would never again be able to harm the fan.

Hearing this, Baoshan's beautiful eyes trembled slightly. The Wu Li standing before her was no longer the slave curled up in his cage, helplessly watching the long whip fall, leaving red marks of varying depths on his body. Wu Li acted resolutely and decisively, showing no mercy to those he wanted to eliminate.

Even though we know that the fifteenth prince who was implicated was not innocent, we still think that this chain of events was thought up by the people behind him.

Bao Shan's eyes flickered slightly, and although her mind was filled with thoughts, she still wore an expression of fear and trepidation, as if frightened by Wu Li's actions.

Wu Li leaned down, his thin lips gently kissing Bao Shan's earlobe to comfort her. His thoughts shifted slightly, and he bent down to pick Bao Shan up. He rocked the woman's soft, boneless body before him, his eyes deep, as if he regarded Bao Shan as his woman, completely forgetting the incident at the Princess's Mansion.

If he hadn't deliberately deceived her, how could the precious fan have helped him become pregnant?

But Wu Li has the wildness of an alien. He doesn't care about the process, but only the result.

Baoshan's eyes had become blurry from Wu Li's kiss, and were covered with a gauze-like mist.

Even though she was afraid of Wu Li in her heart, she had no chance to break free and could only snuggle weakly in Wu Li's arms.

Wu Li thought: If he was not worried about the tribal disputes and the possibility of scaring the treasure fan, he would definitely take the treasure fan back with him.

But now, everything depends on him settling many matters properly...

But thinking of Baoshan's soft nature, Wu Li always felt uneasy.

Moreover, Baoshan was born beautiful, and there were many people around who were eyeing her covetously. Wu Li then told Baoshan, "Wait for me for three months."

"I will definitely come back to greet you within three months."

Bao Shan's body felt limp and powerless, and she could only glare at Wu Li with her beautiful eyes. She parted her soft lips and murmured softly, "Who wants to marry you?"

Wu Li was extremely tolerant of Bao Shan's temper at the moment. He had his own way to make Bao Shan soften his tone.

The soft flesh on the neck was sucked, and there was a tingling sensation along with numbness. The treasure fan almost turned into a pool of spring water, and the two eyes were full of shimmering water.

——He insisted on treating her like this, knowing clearly that he couldn't bear it!

Wu Li opened her thin lips, revealing her already delicate and beautiful face with her lips that were red and moist, showing off her charming and beautiful appearance.

He suddenly said, "I have never touched other women before. The only one I have been so intimate with is you.

If you don’t want me, I will end up living alone and dying miserably…”

Wu Lisheng was extraordinarily handsome, and he deliberately put on this pitiful look, which was truly moving to watch.

Bao Shan lowered her eyelids, a look of confusion flashing in her watery eyes, and she whispered softly, "Daddy won't agree..."

Dong Yixiao only has Baoshan as his daughter, so how could he promise her to Wu Li, who is a slave.

Wu Li did not explain much, but just took action. Finally, Bao Shan, who was sweating profusely, agreed with a hoarse voice. She would wait for Wu Li Sanyue to return and then make plans.

Suburbs.

Zhuoer rode on his horse, waiting from late at night until the dawn, and finally saw his brother Wuli coming late.

Wu Li looked at Zhuo Er with a cold expression, lightly lifted the reins, and said, "Let's go."

Looking at this, it was impossible to tell that he was enjoying himself with the beauty just now.

But Zhuo Er, who was waiting anxiously, slowly pulled the reins and circled Wu Li, his nose twitching slightly. Wu Li's face was as gloomy as water, and his voice was cold and hard: "What are you doing?"

Zhuo Er's eyes were puzzled, and his tone was hard: "What did you do?"

Naturally, he would not tell Zhuo Er in detail about his private affairs with Bao Shan.

Wu Li said calmly, "Just saying goodbye."

Zhuo Er wrinkled his nose, knitted his brows together, and mercilessly exposed Wu Li's lie: "Brother, you should close your clothes first, cover the fingerprints on your skin, and get rid of the strong girl's scent on your body before you tell a lie."

Even though he was discovered, Wu Li didn't care. He drove his horse and walked in front, ignoring the embarrassed Zhuo Er behind him.

Seeing Wu Li's figure getting farther and farther away, Zhuo Er stopped being angry and rode his horse to catch up.

The desert was the shortcut back to the tribe. However, the sand was soft and the horses struggled to move quickly. Wuli and Zhuoer had no choice but to slow down.

The two men gathered available people from the tribe. Going alone always seemed weak and without support from others, they would easily fall into danger.

Now that he had returned to the tribe, Wu Li was no longer anxious. Instead, he calmed down, made careful plans, and looked for the right opportunity.

Finally, on a rainy day, even during the day, the sunlight was completely blocked by thick cumulus clouds, and everything seemed dim and blurry.

When Wu Li put the short blade against the neck of his current leader and former elder brother, the other party was very surprised, as if he had not expected that Wu Li and Zhuo Er, the two people he had expelled from the tribe, could come back and even threaten his life.

The eldest brother's eyes rolled slightly, his words were full of wit, trying to mediate with Wu Li.

The eldest brother pretended to promise all kinds of things, but his eyes were looking out the door inconspicuously, hoping that someone would notice something was wrong and come to rescue him in time.

But Wu Li did not listen to his words and ended his elder brother's life decisively.

The red blood was surging at the neck, and the eldest brother's eyes were wide open, as if he had not expected that Wu Li would act so cruelly and would not give him even a chance to delay.

On the other side, Zhuoer and others captured all the important leaders of the tribe.

The captured leader was racking his brains, thinking about how to escape.

But when he saw the corpse of the tribal leader, especially his eyes still wide open unwillingly, all the thoughts in his mind disappeared.

——Wuli had been abandoned by his tribe members and had no feelings for them.

What's more, Wu Li could be so cruel even to his brothers who shared the same blood, let alone these insignificant little people.

When he sat on the tribal leader's chair, Wu Li felt no joy in his heart. His eyes were cold and his expression was stern, enough to make people forget that he also had an extremely handsome face.

After Wu Li eliminated the remaining forces of his eldest brother in the tribe, he carefully calculated the time gate and found that there were only six days left until the day he had agreed upon.

Wu Li handed over the affairs of the tribe to Zhuo Er, and he himself rode at full speed, returning to the Central Plains day and night.

However, even though Wu Li hurried as fast as he could and did not rest on the way, he was still one day late when he saw the treasure fan.

The horse under him finally had a chance to breathe, and it flopped to the ground, refusing to stand up no matter who pulled the reins.

Wu Li looked at the two people who were chatting happily in a shop not far away, his eyes dark.

This is a ready-made clothing store. When Wu Li gets closer, he can even hear the flattering voice of the shopkeeper.

"The girl is already beautiful, and with this scarlet silk wedding dress, she is even more beautiful and charming, revealing her divine beauty."

The delicate fingers of the precious fan gently tugged at the scarlet cloth, her cheeks flushed with shame, as if she was very eager to accept the shopkeeper's offer of "making wedding clothes." Meanwhile, Duan Changfeng's eyes were fixed on the shop, even though there were many gorgeous clothes in the shop.

But his eyes seemed to only see the treasure fan.

Such is the love between the man and the woman that anyone who sees it will praise them as "a perfect match".

But Wu Li's eyes were heavy, and he felt that the long wind was extremely annoying.

After a long period of running around and working hard, Wu Li felt as if a string was stretched tight in his mind and his head was aching slightly.

Wu Li forced himself to suppress the urge to hurt people and walked in front of the treasure fan.

Bao Shan's beautiful eyes flickered as she exclaimed in surprise, "Wuli! You...are back."

Wu Li responded in a muffled voice, thinking to himself: Of course he would come back. Otherwise, if he hadn't died trying to seize power, the woman he loved would have happily made her wedding dress and married another man.

Wu Li didn't even look at Duan Changfeng next to him, and stretched out his hand towards the treasure fan.

Baoshan hesitated for a moment, then placed her soft hand in Wuli's palm. The moment their skin touched, Wuli shuddered. Since returning to the tribe, Wuli had rarely thought of Baoshan. He had assumed he didn't miss her at all.

However, he did not expect that when he saw and touched the treasure fan, the longing that he had deliberately hidden in his heart would surge over him like a wave, almost drowning him.

Wu Li used a little strength to hold the treasure fan in his arms, and then picked it up by the waist.

Duan Changfeng wanted to chase after him, but Wu Li glanced at him nonchalantly and said in a cold tone, "Master Duan, you have no right to interfere in other people's affairs."

Duan Changfeng looked towards Baoshan and saw a weak and petite woman nestled in Wuli's arms, with only surprise on her face, not the slightest fear. He knew that he could not chase her, nor did he need to.

Wu Li left gracefully with the treasured fan.

Duan Changfeng looked at the scarlet silk with a dim gaze, and felt that the color was not as bright as when the precious fan was there.

He should have understood it long ago. He selected the scarlet silk for his wedding dress from Baoshan and said softly, "Brother Changfeng, is he lying? He said he would come in March, but he hasn't come yet."

Duan Changfeng knew that the lowly slave had won the heart of Baoshan.

So what if he was unwilling? Duan Changfeng would never do anything like snatching the precious fan away, as that would definitely make the precious fan cry.

Wu Li found an inn, threw the treasured fan on the couch, and said in a cold voice, "Stay here."

Baoshan looked timid and did not dare to refuse.

When Wu Li came back, he had already bathed and changed his clothes. He was clean and tidy. The collar of his shirt was loose and could be torn open with a slight pull.

Wu Li leaned over and fiercely untied the laces on Bao Shan's dress.

The beauty exclaimed softly.

The white lotus roots in the pond were peeled off layer by layer, finally revealing their dazzling whiteness.

It makes people want to leave their own marks on the tender lotus root-like skin.

The beauty took off her spring clothes, leaving only a shiny nameplate on her collarbone, which was like butterfly wings.

Wu Li held the nameplate and read out his name in the foreign language.

Where the nameplate falls is where the heart beats. Looking at this nameplate, will Baoshan think of him?

Wu Li held Bao Shan's waist tightly and vented his thoughts on those soft lips.

He missed her so much that he didn't even dare to close his eyes on the way back to the Central Plains, for fear that if he did, he would fall into a deep sleep due to fatigue and delay their appointment.

But what about Bao Shan? This cruel woman abandoned him just one day late and wanted to marry someone else...

The nameplate was warmed by the warmth from Wu Li and Bao Shan's bodies. The silver nameplate was stained with the ambiguous light of water, making it even brighter.

The wind blows the flowers, and the flowers fall all over the ground, creating a beautiful scene of swaying flowers.

Wu Li held the delicate flower in his hands, merging it with himself, wanting her to be tossed about, addicted to the closeness, yet unable to bear it, and so clinging to him.

Wu Li was very tired, so tired that he fell asleep immediately and slept soundly for three days and three nights before waking up.

But at this moment he was full of energy, fearing that if he showed any sign of slackness, Duan Changfeng would surpass him and Bao Shan would no longer want to be close to him.

He caught a glimpse of the dress thrown aside, which was embroidered with a large cluster of peony flowers at the hem of the slender waist. He thought that when she put on the precious fan and walked, the peony petals would tremble.

To die under the peony flowers is to be a romantic ghost.

Wu Li was obsessed with the peony, but he was unwilling to die. After all, he wanted to cherish this peony for many years to come.

After the death of the fifteenth prince, the emperor was so sad that he passed away soon.

The new emperor who succeeded to the throne changed his previous style and made friends with foreign countries.

As the leader of the tribe, Wu Li sorted out the items in the tribe that could be used for trade in order to communicate with the Central Plains.

The tribe that Wu Li belonged to soon devoured other tribes and was strong enough to compete with the Central Plains.

The Wuli tribe has exquisite items and abundant products, which are very popular among people in the Central Plains.

When the people heard that the queen of this tribal leader was a woman from the Central Plains, they preferred to choose items from the Wuli tribe.

When Dong Yixiao heard that Wu Li was going to marry Bao Shan, he thought that this lowly slave had gone crazy for daring to covet his daughter.

However, when many foreigners came in one after another and filled the house with wedding "bride gifts", Dong Yixiao could hardly believe that Wu Li was actually the leader of the tribe and was going to marry Bao Shan as his queen.

A mere slave is naturally not worthy of the precious fan.

But the tribal leader...

Dong Yixiao had an idea, but he had never thought about whether Baoshan, with her gentle nature, could become the queen.

In Dong Yixiao's opinion, if anyone else can make the queen, the treasure fan will naturally not be bad, and there is also Wu Li.

If a leader cannot even protect his own queen, wouldn't he be laughed at?

When Wu Li learned that Dong Yixiao had agreed to their marriage, his heart slowly settled.

He followed the customs of the Central Plains, riding a tall horse, with red silk fluttering along the way, and was full of joy as he brought the treasure fan back to the tribe.

Today's tribe has been well managed by Wu Li, and no one dares to disrespect it anymore.

The subjects admired Wu Li, so naturally they gave the queen the same respect by giving her a precious fan.

Wu Li lifted the gauze curtain, and the red candles were burning, and the lights were dim.

The beauty sat shyly on the couch. When she heard footsteps, Baoshan raised her eyes and looked.

When she saw that it was Wu Li, her beautiful eyes were filled with shyness and embarrassment.

Wu Li took off the complicated pearl hairpins for Bao Shan, and in the light of the lamp, he kissed Bao Shan's lips.

Wu Li guided Bao Shan's delicate hand and let her cling to his back, correcting her by calling him "You shouldn't call me that."

Baoshan just called him by his name.

Wu Li asked Bao Shan to touch his heterochromia again and asked, "Are you afraid?"

He knew that people in the Central Plains did not like people with different eyes.

Bao Shan gently shook her head and said softly, "It's as bright and dazzling as the stars in the sky."

Wu Li's heart softened, and he took the fan into his arms. He took her hand, rubbed it carefully along his eye socket, and said, "This is yours."

The soft hand slowly moved down to the rolling Adam's apple.

Wu Li groaned and said in a deep voice, "It's yours too."

Continue down...

All yours.

His flesh and blood, even his straight bones, belong to Baoshan.

Perhaps Wu Li could get rid of the title of slave, but he did not have the name of a slave, but every part of his body was branded with the mark called "Treasure Fan".