Faced with such questioning, Zhang Wuji could only quickly explain.
"Zhiruo, looking at your stingy look, you have misunderstood me again. Without you and Zhu'er's approval, I dare not even look at other women."
After hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu'er nodded in satisfaction.
"You're smart."
…
It's time for Zhu'er to fulfill her promise.
She dismounted her warhorse and drew the sword from her waist.
Batur standing aside had a pale face. In the past, he was the only one who oppressed and slaughtered others. He didn't expect that today, the murderous butcher knife would actually chop off his own head.
Zhu'er smiled and walked in front of Batur.
"Fatty, your death today has nothing to do with other things. You just said something to me that you shouldn't have said."
You said that I am not as pretty as my sister Zhou. From the moment you said this, you were doomed to die.
Batur quickly explained: "Aunt, I was mistaken before. The beauty behind you is not as pretty as you. She is simply incomparable to you..."
Zhou Zhiruo behind her said to Zhu'er, "You little bitch, if you don't do it now, I will."
Zhu'er didn't say any more nonsense.
Batur felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and then he lost all consciousness.
The prince of the Yuan Dynasty, the commander-in-chief of the Longcheng garrison, and a generation of lustful demon, passed away.
Zhang Wuji looked at the huge human head and just smiled, "What Zhao Min was embarrassed to do, I did for her."
Zhang Wuji said to the followers around him: "Take this fat man's head back and hang it on the city wall for three days."
After receiving the order, the Mingjiao soldiers hurriedly picked up Batur's head from the ground.
One of them even asked Zhang Wuji, "Master, in the three carriages ahead are Batur's thirty or so concubines and a large cart of gold, silver, and jewelry. What should we do with these things?"
Zhang Wuji said: "We will use the gold and silver to reward the soldiers in the evening. As for those women, bring them here first so I can see what kind of stuff they are."
The Ming Cult soldier quickly took the order and left.
Zhou Zhiruo on the side teased again: "Zhang Wuji, do you still want to take a look? Do you really want to take them in?"
Zhang Wuji quickly said: "I am already very satisfied to have you accompany me, but our family business is getting bigger and bigger now, and you can no longer be like before. You must have a few maids to serve you."
"These concubines of Batur are basically all poor Han women. Take a look at their qualities first. If you like them, keep a few of them."
"From now on, things like serving tea, washing clothes and cooking will be left to them."
Zhou Zhiruo was stunned when she heard this, and then she said, "I don't need anyone to serve me. Old man Zhang sent me to Emei when I was ten years old. Over the years, I have been serving others. I can do things like washing clothes, cooking, serving tea and water by myself."
Zhu'er, who was standing aside, had a different opinion from Zhou Zhiruo.
Zhu'er said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Sister Zhou, I think Brother Wuji is right. Our family business is growing bigger and bigger. It's not too much for you and me to keep a few maids by our side. Even if you can do everything, you shouldn't do those things yourself. Don't forget your current identity."
Afterwards, several Mingjiao soldiers holding scimitars came over, escorting more than thirty beauties.
Batur's wives and concubines were all crying inconsolably, and some of them were even frightened to the point of fainting.
A Ming Cult soldier holding a big knife shouted to the group of beauties: "You bunch of bitches, why don't you kneel down quickly? The person in front of you is the leader of my Ming Cult."
Zhang Wuji waved his hand at the man and said, "Forget it. As a real man, you must never do such things to bully women."
These thirty or so pretty women were terrified when they learned that the person in front of them was Zhang Wuji.
Especially next to these women, there was a headless male corpse. They were so familiar with this corpse. Even though it had no head, there was no other such fat body in the entire Longcheng.
This group of poor women cried in despair and begged Zhang Wuji.
"Sir, please spare my life. I am a poor woman who was kidnapped. I am only nineteen years old. I don't want to die."
Several of the women even grabbed Zhang Wuji's trouser legs and said, "Sir, as long as you don't mind, we are willing to be your bed-warming maid. We can do anything. I hope you will show mercy. As long as you don't kill me, you can do whatever you want to me..."
Batur's thirty or so concubines surrounded Zhang Wuji in an instant.
Even if Zhang Wuji could tolerate such a scene, Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu'er beside him could not tolerate it, "What do you mean by a bed-warming maid? What do you mean by you can do whatever you want to me?"
"When will it be your turn to warm the bed?"
Zhou Zhiruo quickly shouted: "You bunch of stinky girls, take your dirty hands away from me. I will kill anyone who dares to touch this man again."
Zhu'er also quickly said: "That's right, this man is not someone you can touch, get away from me now."
Sometimes, the intimidation of women by other women is more effective than that of men.
Because a woman may sell her body to a man, but what else can a woman sell to another woman?
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