Northern Wilderness Demon Clan
dungeon
When Ye Mujiu slowly woke up, it was pitch black all around her, so dark that she couldn't see her own hand in front of her face. She was in excruciating pain all over her body, as if someone had pierced her with countless steel needles. Even simple breathing brought on a heart-wrenching pain.
It took a long time for her to gradually recover.
She leaned against the cold wall, the icy touch traveling up her back and stimulating her mind, gradually making her more awake.
Where am I?
Ye Mujiu's head was spinning, and she could only vaguely recall some scattered fragments from before.
"Qing'er..."
The fragments of memory that flashed through her mind made her realize the seriousness of the situation.
She exclaimed in surprise.
Meanwhile, following the darkness of the night, they groped around on the ground.
The makeshift mat made of weeds and the faint smell of blood made the environment extremely harsh.
"I'm fine."
Wang Qing'er's voice came over.
Just then, a sliver of moonlight shone through the low window lintel.
The dark cell was illuminated.
At this moment, Wang Qing'er was leaning against the wall, hugging her knees with both hands, her body curled up, feeling extremely insecure.
His eyes were lifeless when he looked at Ye Mujiu.
Ye Mujiu's heart tightened immediately, "Qing'er."
As she spoke, she hugged Wang Qing'er tightly.
Wang Qing'er finally reacted, her blood-stained hands gently embracing Ye Mujiu, her voice broken, "Little Jiu... I have no father... I..."
Before she could finish speaking, she choked up.
Tears streamed down my face.
What happened before was extremely cruel and a huge blow to her, to the point that she is still somewhat disoriented.
For a moment, Ye Mujiu didn't know how to comfort Wang Qing'er. She had experienced similar things before and understood that heart-wrenching feeling.
Ye Mujiu's eyes reddened.
"It's okay...it's okay, everything will be alright."
That was all she could offer in such a pale and weak attempt at comfort.
Bang
The cell door was flung open.
A middle-aged man with a full beard appeared in front of the two.
Ye Mujiu instinctively shielded Wang Qing'er behind her, staring directly at the person who had suddenly appeared. Although she was weak, she still showed no hesitation.
Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man suddenly sneered, flicked his fingers, and a flame appeared at his fingertip. Instantly, the flame leaped across the wall, igniting all the torches on the dungeon walls.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
Mo Gan stared at Ye Mujiu, a hint of greed seemingly in his eyes.
"I'd rather die than see you." Ye Mujiu's expression immediately turned cold after she recognized Mo Gan. She turned her head away, refusing to look at him. Perhaps she felt a little disgusted, as her beautiful brows furrowed.
Seeing this, Mo Gan laughed loudly, then slowly squatted down, his voice revealing a hint of coldness, "You've already fallen into my hands, and you're still so stubborn. Once I ask the clan leader for you back, I'll make sure you can't get out of bed for three days."
"you……"
Ye Mujiu's face flushed bright red, and her tone grew even colder, "Disgusting!"
"Once we get to the bed, I'll show you what disgusting is," Mo Gan said, laughing heartily, seemingly enjoying it.
Aren't you afraid of dying?
"Wang Qing'er, who was being protected by Ye Mujiu, said softly."
The voice was cold and clear.
Mo Gan sneered, the desire in his eyes almost tangible as it burst forth.
He was obsessed with women, and when he saw the beauty of his dreams right in front of him, he couldn't wait to do whatever he wanted to her and have his way with her.
However, when he thought of Mo Yuntian's ruthless methods, he was still afraid. If he acted recklessly without the approval of the clan leader Mo Yuntian, it would be more than just a few lives that could be saved.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder and decided not to stay any longer. Otherwise, the desire in his heart would devour him. If he did something impulsive, his desires would be satisfied, but the consequences would be something he couldn't bear.
Mo Gan is gone.
Inside the dark dungeon, only Ye Mujiu and Wang Qing'er remained.
Growing up overnight is a real possibility.
At this moment, Wang Qing'er displayed an unprecedented calmness.
Even if she had been locked in this dungeon the day before, she would have screamed in terror, but today is different.
Thinking back to what had happened, Wang Qing'er felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and the pain was unbearable.
...
Inside the main hall of the Northern Wilderness Demon Clan.
The atmosphere was one of singing and dancing, filled with joy and harmony. The elderly with white hair and the young and vigorous martial artists were all drunk and having a great time. In the center of the hall, dancers were performing, their figures graceful and alluring. Their skin, veiled in white gauze, revealed a deadly allure through the hazy and indistinct beauty of their figures.
Still young and impetuous, some people were so aroused by the sight that, under the influence of alcohol, their desires clouded their judgment. They took a few steps forward and picked up the lead dancer, who was also the most beautiful woman among them.
Ignoring her cries, she carried her to a corner and slammed her to the ground. Then, she quickly removed her thin shirt, and finally, her last piece of clothing was roughly torn off, leaving her delicate skin completely exposed to the cold air.
The woman cried out for help, tears streaming down her face. She looked with despair at the group of people in the hall who were singing and dancing.
However, no one answered.
The man was already envious. Ignoring everything else, he took off the clothes that bound him, straightened his back, and barged in forcefully, showing no mercy whatsoever.
Soon, cries of pain echoed throughout the entire hall.
Blood was flowing from the cracks in the ground.
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