The Imperial Marshal Prince, with a serious expression and a cold face, spoke words of cunning and savagery, reminding Jiang Si, who had been forced to work manually yesterday, of these words.
Boom!
Jiang Si blushed crimson, abruptly pulling her hand away, her voice both cute and fierce: "My hand doesn't hurt, it's just sore..."
What a load of sour stuff.
Jiang Si stopped abruptly before she could finish speaking. She clenched her fist, her face flushed red, and said in a sharp, menacing voice, "Mind your own business, you bad guy!"
Agares, having been scolded, turned his empty hand and pulled down the zipper of his combat uniform, revealing his neck. On his Adam's apple, the small teeth marks on his neck, fresh and old, were clearly visible.
He gave a soft "hmm," his gaze sweeping over the writhing "corpses" on the ground: "Hmm, I don't care, I'll let you try to make my men betray me and gang up on me!"
The men, beaten to the ground and left to rot like corpses, writhed toward the pile of apples, only to hear their commander declare them traitors.
They immediately stopped wriggling, raising their eyes in unison to look at their tall, imposing marshal who was looking down at them with disdain. Their hearts pounded, and then they noticed the small teeth marks on their marshal's Adam's apple and neck…
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
I never would have guessed that this petite lady, with a waist so small you could pinch her waist, would be so passionate and give the commander his mark.
It's not enough to just have small teeth marks on your Adam's apple; there are also marks on your neck. No wonder the commander-in-chief wore a high-necked combat uniform today—it was to cover up the teeth marks…
also……
That's not right.
The commander-in-chief was wearing a high-necked combat uniform to cover up the teeth marks, but why did he unzip it? Isn't this obviously... showing off?
Jiang Si raised her chin, stood on tiptoe, and arrogantly retorted, "I'll have your people betray you and gang up on you, okay? Are you going to let them gang up on you or not?"
This is the training room.
He's training others unilaterally here.
Why can't he just let others gang up on him?
Agares looked at the cunning little fox, who was standing on tiptoe, looking sly and agile: "Of course, there are 500 people in the training ground right now. I'll transfer another 1,000 people over for you. You'll have 15 minutes to figure out how to gang up on me. How about that?"
Everyone: "..."
The coach really looks down on them.
Did they add another 1,000 people to gang up on him?
Would it be okay to add a zero to 1500?
And... is it really appropriate for a delicate lady to join them in a group fight?
The 500 people in the training room had never witnessed Jiang Si's prowess, but Lieutenant Moore had. He had also been whipped by the Madam. With each lash of her whip, his mental strength would surge, bringing him nothing but benefits.
So, he mustered his courage, steeled his resolve, snapped to attention, gave a military salute, and declared in a booming voice, "Commander-in-Chief, my adjutant, Moore, has temporarily defected to join the Lady's team. I hope the Marshal will approve!"
Everyone: "..."
Holy crap.
Lieutenant Moore is the real boss.
Betray your wife in front of the commander-in-chief?
Could it be the allure of this pile of apples?
All right!
Looking at this pile of apples, they also planned to temporarily betray their cause, with the lady as their leader, to devote themselves wholeheartedly to overthrowing the commander-in-chief.
Jiang Si raised the corners of her mouth triumphantly, baring her teeth and sharpening her claws at Agares.
Agares replied to Mor: "Approved!"
Mohr almost burst out laughing: "Thank you, Marshal. I'll go change into my combat uniform."
After saying that, he ran off in a flash.
Agares looked at his little wife's grimacing face, bent down, and asked softly, "Do you want to change into your combat uniform?"
Jiang Si waved her hand and said, "They don't have my size, I won't exchange it!"
Agares grabbed her outstretched hand: "I have some here, I'll take you to change your clothes."
Ginger shreds: "..."
No…
Although her shorts were tight, they were still quite elastic and wouldn't hinder fighting at all. Her top was also loose, so it wouldn't be a problem in a fight.
Everyone watched as their marshal dragged his wife away.
Someone swallowed hard: "Can this apple even be eaten?"
Everyone snapped out of their daze, stopped lying around pretending to be dead, and rushed towards the small pile of apples.
Eat, eat, eat.
Why aren't you eating?
These are the spoils of war given to them after their defection.
After eating, we'll take down the marshal.
A small pile of apples.
It was devoured by 500 people in an instant, and some people who didn't get any started grabbing at it.
Those who caught it started crunching and gnawing on it.
The apple's fragrance, its crisp sound, and the subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuations of spiritual energy caused the person eating the apple to involuntarily widen their eyes.
The things the lady brought were absolutely excellent.
"I don't want to change clothes..."
Before Jiang Si could finish speaking, Agares silenced her with a kiss, pinning her down and forcefully taking her body until she was panting and limp as a pancake. Only then did Agares release her, wiping the saliva from the corner of her mouth with his thumb, his voice hoarse: "Your mental strength is stable now, your body won't shrink anymore?"
Ginger, now as soft as a ginger pancake, had her lips rosy from being gnawed, and her eyes, wet with tears, stared at Agares, as if offering a silent invitation, or perhaps expressing dissatisfaction. Stubborn as a mule, she was unaware of the danger she was in: "It will take at least ten or eight years for your mental strength to stabilize after being burned by the Wutong Fire, and your body will shrink at different times. If you can't wait, then get as far away as you can go."
A hint of a smile flashed in Agares's dark, sharp eyes, like a shooting star. He lifted her up and sat her on a chair in the changing room, cupped her head in his large hand, and gave it a good ruffled ruffle, both doting and indulgent: "You can wait. The rest of my life is yours."
grass!
Jiang Si cursed inwardly.
This damn straight guy swings his club and hits straight shots, is he trying to kill us?
Jiang Si, her face flushed red, snapped, "Get out! I was changing clothes, wasn't I? Where's my combat uniform?"
Agares pulled a dark green combat suit from his spatial storage and placed it beside her: "I'll wait for you outside!"
After saying that, he turned around and left the changing room.
Jiang Si looked at the dark green combat uniform and didn't believe it would fit. But when she put it on, she found that it fit her perfectly, as if it had been tailor-made for her.
She got dressed, stretched a bit, pouted, and walked out, ignoring the Imperial Marshal waiting for her at the door, heading straight for the training room.
Another 1,000 people had arrived in the training room, dressed in dark green combat uniforms. As soon as they saw the lady appear, their eyes shone brightly, like countless small light bulbs.
Jiang Si walked over, and with a few splashes, apples, pears, ginseng fruits, plums, oranges, tangerines, and other fruits fell to the ground, piling up in several heaps.
Jiang Si gestured for everyone to sit down: "Come, come, everyone, don't be shy, come and eat. If you eat well, we'll take on your marshal. Whoever beats up your marshal today, you can eat as much fruit as you want, I'll cover it all!"
Everyone's mouths dropped open, and they exclaimed in unison, "Really? Madam?"
Jiang Si retorted, "How could this be fake?"
"What if I beat them up?" Imperial Marshal Prince Agares looked down at his arrogant and domineering wife and asked seriously, "What reward will I get if I beat them up?"
"What reward do you offer?" Jiang Si raised her chin. "You have to beat everyone, including me. You can tell me to go east, but I won't go west. You can tell me to chase chickens, but I won't beat dogs. You can do whatever you want with me!"
Agares' lips curled into a barely perceptible smile. He bent down and whispered in his wife's ear, his voice low and husky, "Deal. Whoever reneges and shrinks is a dog!"
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