Eternal Kingdoms: Dark Dawn [Complete] - 17

Chapter Eight: Refusing to Fight.

Entering Bu Ying's tent, Bru saw that all the clan members were present (except for Bushi and Buming), and unexpectedly, he also saw the Queen and the Grand Tutor, as well as the two Divine Generals, three Demon Generals, and six War Generals of the Alliance (Memalian was absent due to being captured). He bowed to the Queen, who seemed annoyed that he was late. He quickly made up an excuse and then sat down between Buka and his uncle, nudging Buka's arm. The two exchanged glances and a knowing look.

He was puzzled as to why there were no "naked female soldiers" present at today's meeting. Ever since he stabbed Buming, Buka's attitude towards him had changed drastically. He was no longer as warm as before, but rather cold and indifferent. Even in the exchange of glances just now, while he was full of passion, Buka responded with a cold look.

"Very well, I'm sure everyone is aware of last night's defeat, and I won't dwell on it. While the elves are not a major threat, their strength remains. To annihilate them would require a great sacrifice. I don't want us to arrive here only to return to the capital dead. Therefore, no matter how much your clan, or you generals, dislike or hate the new clan leader, I have decided to appoint him as the supreme commander of the Kuangbu clan; all members of the Kuangbu clan will obey him—Bru!"

Bru was flattered and said, "Your Majesty, this is a difficult matter for me. I am a free spirit and dislike restricting others, especially not leading my uncles. I absolutely cannot accept this."

"Bru, now that you've joined my ranks, you must serve me; otherwise, I will send you back to the elves," Yaser Luga said authoritatively.

Blue guessed something and said, "Your Majesty, do you mean I should lead the army to fight the elves?"

Arthur smiled and said, "You're very clever, worthy of being the son of Bull and Effie."

"Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty, but I may disappoint you, because I know I am not capable of defeating the elves, nor am I capable of leading the Kuangbu clan. This matter should be left to my third uncle or the divine generals of the alliance. I believe their strength is enough to annihilate the entire elven race." Although Blue longed for revenge, he had some self-awareness.

Arthur said, "What you said is true. You alone cannot fight the elves. But I don't need you to charge into battle. I just need you to lead us into the barrier, into the Elven Valley..."

"That's even more impossible! Didn't you want me to die first?" Blue shouted, looking very afraid of death.

Butong coldly said, "If you don't fight, you'll die even sooner."

"Fourth Uncle—"

"Don't call me Fourth Uncle!"

"Butong, listen to me! I hate that sword didn't pierce your son's heart! Damn it, all that feigned kindness and scheming, all for your son's sake. Damn it, if he hadn't brought those two lecherous bastards, Lanluo and Eugen, into my tent to try and rape my woman, would I have stabbed him? He's always so affectionate, calling me Second Brother, but then he tries to sleep with my woman. You'd better tell him to keep his head down whenever he sees me, or I'll smash his head open with one punch! Damn it, what a piece of trash! Does he think I'm made of water, so soft?"

These past few days, wherever Bru went, he was met with cold stares from the clan. This time, provoked by Butong, his anger erupted, a powerful outburst!

Buton's fat face contorted with rage, his chubby mouth twitching, his massive body trembling. He straightened his enormous frame, ready to attack, when Arthur roared, "Buton, the feud between you and your nephew can wait until we wipe out the elves. If you dare touch him now, I'll immediately behead your son!"

Blue sneered, "I've made it clear to you, don't even think about my woman. Although this bastard enjoys cuckolding others, there's a saying: 'He who defiles another's wife and daughter will have his own wife and daughter defiled.' So I'm usually very careful to avoid retribution. But some guys just don't listen to reason, clearly not taking me seriously, so I'll defile his daughter!"

Lanlo's face changed drastically upon hearing this, and he roared, "Half-elf, don't be so arrogant! I'll definitely settle this score with you."

"I'll fuck your daughter, are you afraid of me? I'm not afraid of a one-on-one fight!" Blue said ulterior motives—a one-on-one fight was fine, but a group attack was out of the question.

"Stop arguing!" Arthur shouted angrily.

"Your Majesty, speak," Bru said sensibly.

Arthur's beautiful face twitched, but she ultimately tolerated Bru's rudeness.

"Bru, do you know why I didn't kill you last time? As you said, you still have value, namely your barrier. We need you to lead the army through the elven barrier..."

"That's impossible. Once you enter the elven territory, my value will disappear, and I'll die a horrible death. Your Majesty, don't treat me like a fool, although I may seem a bit dim-witted." Bru interrupted Arthur recklessly.

"If you don't lead us through the elven barrier, your value will immediately disappear," Arthur said coldly.

"Perhaps, I will go to war, but not now."

"Give me a reason."

"Because no one is willing to obey my orders. To make me go to war, they must obey me, otherwise everyone will starve."

The Grand Tutor said, "So you want military power..."

"I want you too, Grand Tutor!" Bru said lewdly.

"You madman!" Arthur shouted.

Bru shrugged and said, "Your Majesty, if you need my help, you'd better not speak too loudly. If you scare me silly, I won't be able to help you. At least talk to me properly before you conquer the elves. Of course, you won't all starve to death, but if you go back to the capital, I'm afraid not many of you will survive. Can Your Majesty afford such a defeat? Talk it out properly. My father wasn't afraid of your threats back then, and his son wasn't so scared that he wet himself."

"Half-elf, how dare you disrespect the Queen! You're asking for death!"

Banlie, to Arthur's right, lunged at Bru...

Bru was shocked and quickly used the wind magic "Wind Flash" to dodge Banlie's attack, his figure shooting out of the tent!

"Banlie, you bitch, you motherfucker, you attacked my second sister's beautiful hole! I'll blast you into a graveyard..." Chaos erupted

inside the tent, and in an instant, Bru's tent was destroyed.

The shattered tent fragments flew everywhere.

A strong wind shield swirled around Bru, just like his Wind Flash. At its most refined, the wind shield could counter any attack. Wind Flash was an evasive spell, capable of quickly dodging physical attacks, but not magical ones. The wind shield, on the other hand, primarily defended against sudden magical attacks and sometimes neutralized some physical attacks.

He hadn't yet reached peak proficiency with either of these defensive spells, but fortunately, he could now cast them without incantations.

Hearing Bru's words, Buyou said angrily, "Bru, don't drag me into this..."

"I'm here to avenge my second sister today!" Bru

said jokingly , drifting as far away as possible.

Banlie's attacks were primarily claw attacks. Seeing Bru dodge, he pursued closely, his speed so fast that even Bru's current Wind Flash couldn't evade him.

Bru knew a direct confrontation was inevitable, but with his current strength, fighting Banlie head-on would be like throwing an egg against a rock!

His mind raced, and he finally decided to initiate the blood sacrifice—though the first blood sacrifice had ended in failure.

But this time, he was confident that he could unleash the full power of the blood sacrifice and kill Banley!

"Great God Banley, I have a blood feud with him for the defilement of a woman, I, Lanlo, will kill him on his behalf!"

Just as Bru was about to "pierce the heart," Lanlo charged over...

"Lanlo, get out of the way! He dared to defy the Queen, I will never forgive him."

The two attacked simultaneously, refusing to yield. Although neither was armed, they were top-tier fighters. With Bru's current strength, he wouldn't last ten moves against them before being defeated (his life would certainly be in danger).

In the human world, only a few could use magic. The two attacked Bru with their formidable combat power. Bru was clearly not as skilled in combat as his barrier, nor was it as strong. He tried to activate a blood sacrifice to boost his combat power, but the two attacks were too fast; he didn't even have a chance to pierce his heart…

Lanlo hated Bru to the core. Seeing that Arthur didn't stop Banlie, he wanted to kill Bru more than anyone else. Therefore, his attack was even more ruthless and swift than Banlie's.

Bru should be grateful that they were unarmed at the moment. If they had weapons, he wouldn't even have a chance to dodge.

The soldiers gathered here as quickly as possible, forming a circle at a distance, watching the battle fearlessly.

"Half-elf, have you thrown away all your experience fighting us?"

Bum shouted angrily from the warriors of the sect.

"Damn it...fuck! I rarely fight with men...ah!"

Bru hadn't expected Lanlo to also use claws. Although he wasn't armed (Lanlo was skilled with guns), his claw speed was extremely fast, and fueled by anger (due to his daughter's rape), he didn't give an inch. Bru was caught in a pincer attack by two experts, and even his "Wind Flash" couldn't dodge effectively. His left arm was struck by Lanlo's claw, breaking and bleeding.

At this moment, he couldn't even cast a spell to create a barrier.

Lanlo and Banlo both knew he was a powerful elven barrier user, possessing a "spatial magnet" that was detrimental to all martial artists. Therefore, they wouldn't give him a chance to chant a spell—even silently chanting it required extreme concentration and powerful mental strength. How could he possibly gather that much mental power to create a powerful barrier?

Unable to dodge, he could only fight head-on.

Facing the claw-like palm strikes of Lanluo and Banlie, Bru's clothes were torn to shreds by their fighting spirit. He was struck repeatedly by both men, and although his "Wind Flash" and "Wind Shield" absorbed some of the attacks, he was already seriously injured in a short time and had no power to retaliate.

Buju tightly gripped Laxi's sleeve, biting her lip, and whispered in Laxi's ear, "Mother, if he dies, I won't live either."

Laxi trembled violently and turned to Buxue on the other side, saying, "You...are you just going to watch him be killed by them?"

"He wants to kill Ming'er!" Buxue replied coldly.

"Hundred Leopard Kick?"

Buka exclaimed, and Bru, who had been surrounded, instantly unleashed countless heavy kicks, actually forcing Banlie and Lanluo back!

This move was one of Buka's signature techniques, "War Leopard Speed Kick," capable of unleashing over a hundred kicks in an instant, obliterating all the surrounding soldiers. Unfortunately, Bru was facing Banlie and Lanlo, not ordinary soldiers, and because his "Leopard Leg" technique wasn't authentic, Banlie and Lanlo only retreated in shock (they were frightened).

Every leader of the Kuangbu clan knew the martial arts techniques, but only those who specialized in them could truly unleash their power. Bru's Blood Curse inheritance meant he couldn't master the other inherited martial arts techniques to their full potential. Therefore, his "War Leopard Speed Kick" was merely a formless technique, vastly different from Buka's version.

"Kid, don't use my moves against them. Do you want to die faster? Use the second brother's move, his Dragon Claw..."

Buka knew that the leader was proficient in all Kuangbu martial arts techniques, but he also knew that the leader's most powerful technique was the Demonic Dragon Claw.

Bru forced the two back, then quickly retreated, howling as his clothes ripped apart. His hands transformed into claws, growing long like black iron, shimmering with a dark red blood-red light!

In an instant, his outstretched wings flapped, causing snow to fall from the sky.

Red fighting spirit, white snowflakes.

Mixed. Vivid.

—Dragon scales!

Manifested…

The clan elders were astonished, for although the clan leaders they had seen all possessed a latent “dragon scale regeneration,” that is, the protective function of “dragon scales,” according to the clan’s history, only the original clan leader, Bushou, could possess tangible “dragon scales” at any time. Could Bru be as powerful as Bushou? Or was he even stronger than Bushou? Because Bushou had not been able to possess dragon wings…

Dragon scale regeneration has the function of defending against all magic. Even very powerful magic will be greatly reduced when it encounters dragon scales. In addition, it also has the function of resisting weapons; only treasured artifacts can harm it.

Seeing this, Lanluo and Banlie's expressions changed slightly, but before Bru could retaliate, they quickly launched an attack...

Bru's wings flapped, and a torrent of snow surged up, enveloping an area of two meters in radius, obscuring visibility.

The ensuing wind whipped the snow into a blizzard... In

the instant everyone was stunned, Bru's scream and Lanluo and Banlie's muffled shouts echoed through the swirling snow—

the blizzard abruptly ceased.

Banlie and Lanluo were forced back from the blizzard, Bru kneeling in the snow, head bowed.

The white snow before his knees was tinged with crimson.

Lanluo suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood; his left chest was ripped open, blood gushing out.

Banlie roared, "Half-elf, even with your inheritance, you're still too green!"

The two attacked Bru again, but Bru's head remained bowed...

"You think you can bully me, Bru? No one can stand against me!"

Bru roared, suddenly blocking their path, his long battle axe sweeping across them.

The powerful axe blade forced the two to retreat quickly.

"Buka, you're asking for death!"

Banlie cursed, shooting into the ranks of soldiers, grabbing a sword, and attacking Buka...

Lanluo wasn't to be outdone, grabbing a gun as well and following suit.

Eugen also attacked Buka from another direction.

"Fuck your mother! Eugen, you old man, I'll kick you away!"

Buka blocked Eugen with a powerful kick!

"Buka, I, Huchong, will face you!"

Another divine warrior finally made his move.

Blood Shadow charged forward, meeting the towering Huchong, and with a "boom," both were knocked back in one exchange.

"Buxue, very good, let Huchong witness the power of the 'Blood Curse Lion'!"

"Stop!"

Yase's angry shout sent the people in the melee stumbling backward, but they were separated by her divine fighting aura...

With a "thud," Bru fell face-first into the snow.

Chapter Nine: Guilt

When Yingqi and the other girls arrived, the battle was already over. The battle came quickly, fiercely, and ended just as quickly. They helped Bru back, weeping, but Shuiyueling wasn't there; no one could heal his wounds. Finally, Arthur entered the tent and, without a word, used a divine spell to heal Bru's internal injuries. As for the two external wounds on his chest and back, they would require some time to heal.

The women couldn't understand why Arthur had saved Bru; they bandaged his wounds and silently stayed by his side.

Jingsi and Liqian arrived when Bru was injured. At that time, Jingsi had been yelling at the Grand Preceptor and had slapped Lanluo and Banlie each…

“Jingsi, is he badly injured?” Liqian asked worriedly, looking at the unconscious Bru.

“How could he not be? Didn't you see his chest and back are covered in blood? He hasn't woken up… Waaah! Neither of you helped him. When Rhine and I got dressed and rushed out, he had already been beaten…”

Yingqi cried her heart out, tears streaming down her face.

Rhine said, "That bitch Arthur just healed his internal injuries, he won't die for now, why are you crying?"

"Rhine, can't I cry? Although he's not dead, he's in so much pain, more pain than my first time... Waaah..."

Jing Si choked, "Her Majesty the Queen has healed his wounds, his life is not in danger. It's just that the external wounds may take some time to heal. Sigh, the scars have increased again. Who told him to disobey the Queen's orders? He knew he was no match for Lan Luo and Ban Lie, yet he still had no self-awareness. Just because you have wings doesn't mean you can fly as high as you want. The higher you fly, the more painful it will be when you fall..."

"You're talking nonsense, you bastard, you're injured like this, and you still have the heart to say such nonsense? Who do you think he is? He's your husband! What nonsense are you talking about..." Ying Qi cried and scolded Jing Si. In some matters, she had the right to discipline Jing Si and Li Qian. Firstly, she was the "elder," and secondly, she was older than them (she firmly resisted this point in her heart).

Rhine said, "Yingqi, stop arguing. He's injured and needs to rest. Come sleep over there."

"I want to go back," Jingsi said, getting up and walking out of the tent—looking very angry.

"I'll go out and check things out too," Liqian followed Jingsi out.

Yingqi and Rhine looked at each other. Rhine said, "Have you noticed that in the human world, we're like bastards among elves, completely ignored?"

Yingqi shook her head and said, "I'm the eldest..."

Rhine gave Yingqi a disdainful look and said, "I'm going back to sleep over there. You can keep watch if you want. I'm very tired. I didn't sleep last night, and he tormented me again this morning..."

"He won't wake up for a while. I'll sleep with you. I'm not a good sleeper... I'm afraid I'll kick his wound when I'm asleep." Yingqi got up and followed Rhine.

Rhine glanced back at her but didn't say anything.

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Blue was woken up by the girl's crying. He didn't open his eyes immediately. At first, he thought it was Yingqi crying, but the sound was clear and it didn't seem like her. So he opened his eyes and saw Lanping—she was crying like a baby, her tear-streaked face reflecting a handprint.

"Lanping, aren't you afraid of me? Why are you crying in my tent? Who hit you on the face?"

Bru moved his body and found that he had plenty of strength, although the external wounds on his chest and back made him feel a little pain—no wonder he always slept on his side, it turned out that he was injured in both front and back.

Lanping felt even more aggrieved by his question and cried even harder, tears streaming down her face.

Bru closed his eyes for a while and whispered, "Tell me, who hit you?"

The girl was still crying...

"Tell me, who hit you! After I heal, I'll tear him apart!"

There was no answer. The girl lay down on her side, her face gently pressed against his. He opened his eyes in confusion. Because they were too close, he couldn't see her face clearly. Her breath was blowing on his face, and her mouth was very close to his mouth. He gently kissed her lips and asked, "Was it Lanlu who hit you?"

"Mmm..."

"Why did he hit you?"

"Daddy came back, very angry, called me a slut, a whore, he hit me, kicked me out, I had nowhere to go..."

Blue reached out and stroked her soft face, gently asking, "Do you hate me?"

"Huh? Hate...you?" Lanping was taken aback, unsure how to answer.

She was terrified of him; ever since that day, she had an indelible fear of him.

However, she had never thought of hating him...

a child's hatred is probably overshadowed by fear.

"Hmm, hate?" Blue asked.

"I...I don't know..."

"Kiss me," Blue suddenly said.

Without hesitation, Lan Ping pursed her lips and kissed his mouth, whispering, "Let me see your injuries, okay? I heard that Dad and Banlie hurt you. I thought you were dead... I was so scared..." "

Why were you scared that I was dead?"

"I don't know... I was afraid you were dead..."

Bru licked the tip of her nose and asked, "Weren't they here when you came in?"

"It seems... two elves... were sleeping over there. I didn't see Jing Si and that female warrior."

Lan Ping answered timidly, her sobs gradually subsiding.

"Yeah, those two, they're always running around. When they come back, I'll kill them!"

Bru was furious. From this morning until he fainted, and even after he woke up again, he still hadn't seen Jing Si and Li Qian.

"I... can I stay in your tent from now on?" Lan Ping asked shyly and timidly.

"Damn it! You little brat, what are you doing staying in my tent?" Bru yelled.

Lan Ping's hands nestled between them, gently kneading, as she said, "I...I...I...Daddy doesn't want me anymore. I have nowhere to go...They all say I'm already your...um...your woman, can't I stay here? I don't know where to go, as long as...you let me stay here, I'll do anything you want, anything..." "

Really?"

"Mmm..."

"Take off your clothes!" Blue blurted out.

"Why...why?"

"I want to fuck you!"

"Mmm..."

Lan Ping responded shyly, slowly getting up and starting to undress.

Blue watched silently; she appeared calm, but her tearful eyes held an indelible panic.

Her clothes were already undone, revealing her budding breasts...

"Lan Ping, no need to take them off, I was just teasing you, who knew you'd take it seriously."

Lan Ping didn't stop, continuing to undress, tears streaming down her face.

A delicate body, a tender girl...

as cute as a jade rabbit, as alluring as a little fox.

Blue remained silent, quietly admiring this

immature girl, yet it stirred the fervor of the beast within him…

His massive member, despite its injury, hadn't softened; it stood erect and hard.

Although she was several times younger than Yingqi, she was taller.

Her figure, already 150 centimeters, lacked the curves typical of mature girls, but possessed a more alluring, budding quality.

Undeniably, many men harbor some perverse desires: a liking for destroying the young.

Blue felt this was normal—his own life had been destroyed, and he enjoyed destroying others as well.

Her breasts were slightly rounded, two tender red nipples; in a few more years, two mounds of flesh would be visible, but all of this required time to accumulate…

Although she was human, her delicate skin even surpassed Tianyi's beauty, though she still couldn't match the innate charm of Kazhen and Yuyun'er.

The trousers slowly slipped off, revealing a pair of round, straight, and fleshy legs. At the junction of the legs, there was a narrow gap, without a single blade of grass—clearly, the dense forest that should have been there had not yet grown.

Although Bru had once entered the delicate crevice between her legs, this was the first time he had seen her naked. He was astonished; Lan Ping was even more tender than Kazhen—then he suddenly remembered that Yu Yun'er wasn't much older than Lan Ping, so could she be even more tender? Perhaps. But he would probably never be able to verify Yu Yun'er's tenderness in his lifetime.

Leaving the Elven race meant inevitably having to give up many beautiful things…

Her long, golden hair was slightly thick and slightly curly, a very natural golden curl.

The tips of the curls framed her round face, slightly long but not pointed. This childlike face had more of a childlike quality than Yu Yun'er's, yet it possessed a charm completely different from Yu Yun'er's—a bewitching allure comparable to a seductive woman, though this allure could never match that of the Grand Preceptor; however, at her age, possessing such captivating charm, one could imagine that she would be an absolute beauty when she grew up. Bru

's penis almost pierced through his trousers, yet a strange sense of guilt arose in his heart.

"Put your clothes on. You're too young. Wait a couple of years before you take your clothes off in front of men."

(Hypocritical, absolutely hypocritical!)

"When you raped me, why did you say I was too young? I know a little, I know it was rape..." Lan Ping sobbed, almost making Bru's face turn red—but unfortunately, his skin was too thick, too deep, not even blushing from the heat.

"What nonsense! You were young and ignorant, you bumped into my gun with your butt. At such a young age, you really know how to slander good people, just as insidious as your old man." Bru retorted casually, feeling the pain in his wound. He thought to himself that he was quite strong to have survived such a serious injury.

—He still didn't know that it was Ya Se who saved him, otherwise, whether he would have woken up at this moment was still a question.

Although Lan Ping was still young and hadn't had much contact with him, she was naturally intelligent and already understood him somewhat.

She said, "Everyone in the camp knows about me. Mom said I made Dad lose face. I asked Mom what I should do in the future, and she said she didn't know. I asked Mom again if I was your woman, and she told me that no matter if I was your woman in the future, in my life, you were my first man, and that can't be erased. That time in the snowfield, I... had a lot of fun."

After Lan Ping finished speaking, she slowly knelt down, then slowly lay on her side, her face pressed against his, her breath as sweet as orchids.

"You also said in front of everyone that you were my man..."

"Is that why you came to find me?"

Lan Ping lay on Bru's right side, his left hand reaching out from under the covers, just now reaching between her legs to caress her tender flesh...

"Ugh! No! No... Dad kicked me out, he called me a little bitch..."

Every time the girl thought of her father's words, she would choke up with emotion—this feeling was called grievance.

Blue's hand withdrew from her small opening, moved along her side, and touched her face, wiping away her tears. He said, "Are you afraid of me? Your little body is trembling..."

"Yes, I am."

"If you're so afraid of me, why did you come here?"

"I don't know where to go..."

"You should have many places to go. Here you know more than just me."

"But, besides Mom and Dad, you are my closest person. Although... although I'm very scared..."

Lan Ping trembled, feeling Blue's fingers stroking her face as if they were sharp thorns.

It pierced the wounds of her memory…

“Are you really scared?” Blue sighed, withdrawing his hand. He wanted to roll over and lie flat, but his back was injured by Lan Luo's blows. He chose to move back a few inches and said, “I don’t know why, but I suddenly feel guilty towards you. I hate this feeling, so I hate facing you, unless you stop me from feeling this rootless guilt. A kind person can feel remorse for the sins they have committed, but I am not a kind person. I hate the guilt in my heart. Let’s go, little fox spirit. You are still very young. Your vagina will gradually close up, your hymen will grow back, and you will have your first husband…”

Lan Ping stared at him strangely, remaining silent for a long time, tears streaming down her face.

Blue gazed at her face. He hadn’t looked at her closely, only knowing that she was naturally alluring.

He had never seen a girl possess such captivating charm. Although Tianyi possessed a certain allure, she also had her innocence. But Lanping's face, even more youthful than Tianyi's, didn't evoke innocence; instead, it conveyed a melancholy. An innate charm, a tearful yet poignant beauty, possessed a sudden, captivating allure. Yes, this still-childish face held the seduction of a mature woman.

"I want to penetrate you!" he said.

Lanping's tear-streaked face flushed a deep red, like peach blossoms falling onto a lake in the rain…

"It will hurt," she said, her voice soft and gentle, tinged with shyness.

"No."

"It hurt a lot last time..."

"It won't hurt this time."

"You're not lying to me?"

"I'm not lying."

Just as Blue finished speaking, the sounds of Yingqi and Rhine vomiting (pretended) came from behind the curtain. He pretended not to hear and continued, "You came here, and took off all your clothes, didn't you want me to fuck you?"

Lan Ping gently shook her head and said, "I know you're bad. The only way to keep me here is for you to fuck me. So, I... I'm actually scared. It really hurt last time. I bled for days. I've never bled before..."

Blue thought: her period hadn't started.

At this thought, the guilt he felt was replaced by a surge of impulsiveness.

—To hell with guilt!

"Your dad really doesn't want you anymore?"

"Yeah, Dad said I embarrassed him, so he doesn't want me anymore."

"Alright, let's see how you behave. If you behave well, I'll reluctantly help him raise his daughter."

Blue suddenly threw off the sheet, revealing his upper body wrapped in cloth, and gave her a lewd wink...

But Lan Ping didn't understand his "soulful" look.

She was puzzled for a moment, then got up with a blush, her hands trembling as she unbuttoned his pants...

"In this world, it's not just men who need to learn how to take off women's skirts; women should also learn how to take off men's pants. Lan Ping, you should feel lucky to have found such a perfect teacher as me, to teach you how to take off men's pants and everything that comes after that."

Blue said shamelessly, even brazenly picking up one leg in an extremely lewd pose.

"I'm not a rotten bottle..."

"I don't care if you are or not, I'll still call you rotten bottle."

"Aren't you going to call me Little Fox Demon?"

"When I'm penetrating you..."

Lan Ping lowered her head and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Because he spread his legs, the pants came off easily. She saw his hard penis. Although it wasn't as thick and long as other men's (she had the privilege of seeing the penises of some mature men, and had also accidentally seen her father Lan Luo's long rod), it was as hard as iron, the purplish-black glans swollen and glistening.

"This is the meaty cock that pierced your hymen, isn't it amazing?" Blue thought. With her little girl's mindset, she must think this third form of penis was incredibly powerful.

"So short!" Lan Ping exclaimed.

How pathetic! To have his "male dignity" belittled by an eleven-year-old girl! He was determined to fight for his "dignity"!

Screw the guilt! Fuck, fuck her to death…

“Have you been fucked by a bigger guy?”

“No, no, I haven’t been fucked…”

“If you haven’t been fucked by anyone else, how do you know my penis is small?”

“I’ve seen… some people’s…”

“No wonder you’re Lanluo’s daughter, so lewd at such a young age, peeping at men’s penises.”

“No! No… I saw it by accident, I didn’t peek…”

Lan Ping’s face turned red with anxiety. At this moment, all her shame was fleeing in panic…

“Hmm, if you say you didn’t, then you don’t. I believe you. Don’t cry, be good, sit in front of me, I’ll kiss your injured place.”

Blue had never had a chance to properly appreciate her vagina, and now he was overcome with desire, wanting her to sit in front of him, open her legs, and let him enjoy her to his heart’s content.

"You bastard, don't be so capricious! We haven't spoken, but we've been listening. She's such a young girl, let her go back! There's no shortage of women in the tent. You're injured yourself, yet you're torturing a little girl?" Rhine cursed angrily. She and Yingqi were on the other side, watching Lan Ping enter the tent and listening to the whole process, becoming increasingly unable to bear it.

—That bastard is inhuman!

Lan Ping disobeyed Bru's command. She lay down on her side, her face nestled against his chest, as if afraid of hurting his wound. She only symbolically pressed her face against his, murmuring, "I...I'm ready! You, come in! But you have to promise me, after you're inside me, don't send me away. I have nowhere to go."

Her side-lying position meant her hips were directly opposite Bru's, seemingly ready, just waiting for him to push his hips towards hers...

"Lan Ping, how can you be so unromantic? I want to see your flower cave, taste your nectar, and then enter your flower cave..."

"I don't want to!" Lan Ping lightly punched his bandaged chest.

"Oh! Lan Ping, be gentle, I can't beat you right now."

"Then...will you let me bully you?"

"Impossible. In this life, I've been bullied by women too many times! I finally got my revenge, how could I possibly fall into your hands?"

Bru was telling the truth. He lived among the elves, and the elves loved to bully him, and the vast majority of these elves were women.

"Hmm, you're bullying me! I'm afraid of pain..."

"Not yet, you're not wet enough, I can't insert it!"

"I...I'm wet...so much...my legs are wet..."

"Really?" Blue excitedly reached out and touched between her legs, finding a large wet patch. He exclaimed, "Wow, you slut, you truly are a reincarnated fox spirit, so lewd! Let me touch, and touch again, my little slit, so red and tender, so slippery..."

"Hurry up, I'm scared, I want to leave..."

"Come on, come on, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk! Damn, you won't even let me see, you stingy thing! I'm going to fuck you..."

Blue excitedly whispered, lifting her right leg with his left hand, bending his lower body, and crossing his left leg between her legs, his foot propped on the tent blanket, his knee pressing against her thigh, his right leg flat against her left leg, hip to hip, his hard penis touching her tender vulva. Her small body suddenly shrank, a shiver spreading through her entire skin.

"Broken Bottle, don't be afraid, it won't hurt this time, I'm not lying to you." Blue knew her fear and comforted her.

"Um, will you... will you hate Bottle? Will you hate me?" Lan Ping sobbed softly, suddenly asking this question.

Blue couldn't understand the female mentality, and even less could he understand what this little girl was thinking.

He replied, "At times like this, I only hate old women. Are you an old woman?"

"I'm not..."

"So I won't hate you either, sweetie, relax, I'm going to become one with you."

"Mmm, become one..."

Lan Ping shyly agreed. Bru pinched his penis and tried to insert it into her slit. Although his penis was already quite short, he couldn't successfully insert it into her little slit in one go. He was very dissatisfied with this, so he rubbed the hot glans against her tender slit for a while, finally rubbing the slit slightly open. He was very excited, and he thrust his buttocks, squeezing half of his glans into her slit. He felt that she was being squeezed very tightly, and her tender and slippery labia seemed to be sucking on his testicles...

"Oh! Oh! You...you're in? It's so full, but it doesn't hurt anymore,"

Lan Ping murmured. The man's genitals had been rubbing against her so comfortably, which was why she hadn't made a sound. Now, she felt his object enter her body, as if it were stretching her lower body open. But the feeling was very comfortable, full, tingling, and solid, like her slit down there tightly gripping his penis. Hmm, full, it felt very firm, and she liked this feeling.

"Broken Bottle, it's going in!"

"Hmm, you haven't come in yet?"

"Almost there... in!"

"Ouch! It's so tight..."

Blue smoothly inserted into Lan Ping's vagina, feeling that this tender passage seemed even tighter than Ying Qi's. His twelve-centimeter-long penis was tightly gripped by her wet vaginal flesh, making his entire cock feel incredibly good. Excitedly, he reached out and grabbed her little buttocks, thrusting hard about ten times, making her moan and groan. He said, "Broken Bottle, I didn't lie to you, did I? Doesn't it hurt this time?"

"Ah, just a little bit, it's just so tight..."

"Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm! Yes, a little..."

"Do you want me to be rougher, or gentler?"

"Gentler, your thing is so thick..."

"Damn! Didn't you just say mine was short?"

"It's not as thick and long as I've seen before, but it feels so thick and long inside me. I'm only eleven years old, and my mother says I can't do this with you, but I know you like it. I have to stay here, so I have to do this with you. Do you like it?"

Lan Ping asked pitifully. In her young mind, she had never yet experienced the pleasure of sex.

"I like it, but it's a pity you won't let me see. I really want to see your pee-pee place closely."

"I...I don't like it..."

"Alright, once I'm healed, I'll spread your legs and slowly enjoy it. Whew! It feels so good. My little fox spirit has offered herself to me willingly. Even healing has become sexually blissful." Bru thrust into Lan Ping's hole, feeling a tingling sensation all over his body, and he didn't forget to "moan" as he did so.

"Disgusting guy!" Rhine cursed again from the other side of the tent.

Bru didn't care at all and continued to enjoy Lan Ping's shy tenderness.

Lan Ping felt more and more comfortable as he thrust into her, and her moans became more and more enchanting.

"Mmm! Oh! You'll be this gentle from now on..."

"Or maybe you'll like me to be rougher with you from now on."

Blue casually replied, increasing the speed of his thrusts. Just then, the tent flap was flung open.

Entering was none other than Lan Luo. Lan Ping turned her head to look back, speechless with shock and shame.

Blue and Lan Luo stared at each other, his penis still throbbing...

Lan Luo's face was filled with anger. He looked away, then turned and coldly said, "Half-elf, after you're done, persuade my daughter to go back."

With that, he lifted the tent flap and walked out.

Blue was completely bewildered when Lan Ping suddenly left him, jumped up, and grabbed her clothes from the ground...

"Lan Ping, what are you doing?"

"Daddy came to find me. He wants Pingping too. I want to go back with him."

"Waaah! I'm not finished yet. I'll leave later..."

Lanping dressed incredibly quickly; in just a few words, she was almost fully dressed. Then, without another word, she rushed out of the tent, her sweet voice calling out from outside, "Mommy, are you here to pick me up? I know you won't want to send me away. You always said I was your precious darling. Waaah, Mommy, how did you know I was with Bru?" "

Pingping, go back. Mommy won't let Daddy scold you anymore. In Mommy's heart, you'll always be a pure girl..."

"Yes, I'll listen to Mommy. Mommy, let me tell you a secret. Bru raped me again just now. But I didn't feel any pain, Mommy... mmm!"

—It seems Lanping's mother had silenced her.

Blue slumped onto his pillow, sighing inwardly, "I'm defeated by you, you little fox spirit!"

Chapter Ten: The Poet's Tears.

Blue's wounds healed quickly. According to the elves' previous assessment of him: though the bastard's heart was not beautiful, his body was very strong. It was common knowledge that the bastard inherited both the filthy traditions of Madman and Madman's arrogant physique.

Therefore, he wasn't killed, and everyone anticipated his imminent return—and not just any imminent arrogance, but the day he left the tent, he banged gongs and sang a grand opera.

As a result, the soldiers threw shoes at him. They came to see him drumming, not to appreciate his pig-like singing voice; it was too unpleasant to listen to. What was he singing? Like a duck!

Blue thus concluded that he wasn't suited for singing, and he really didn't like singing. No wonder he rarely sang; it turned out his voice wasn't impressive. He was quite good at drumming, though, and he felt quite sophisticated reciting a few poems.

Hmm, poetry. Suddenly, he thought of Cloth's poems.

Celebrating his recovery, Bru went to the clan's training grounds the next day, and this time Bum didn't chase him away.

The clan warriors were also willing to fight him, and in the process, he was gang-raped by some women.

Fortunately, he didn't impregnate indiscriminately—the ejaculation of semen couldn't be too sudden.

The Alliance soldiers didn't harbor much malice towards Bru. They knew one thing very well: after so many attacks without being able to enter the Valley, if this continued, the Alliance army would have no choice but to return home, and on the return journey, they might not survive; those who did would likely only be a few generals.

Therefore, Bru became their only hope, hoping that he could assist the Alliance and give them a way to survive.

However, would Bru, a half-elf, lead them to conquer the Elven race?

Bru refused. This half-elf, who supposedly possessed the strongest barrier among the Elves, openly defied the Queen's orders. For this courage, many secretly admired him, some cursed him as a fool, and many more were disappointed—their fate was unknowingly in the hands of a half-elf.

Perhaps they could break through the elves' defenses, but that would require too many sacrifices. This expeditionary force had enough manpower to trample the elves, but they miscalculated the desert and snowfields, causing soldiers to die en route. By the time they reached the snowfields, they no longer had enough troops to break through the elves' defenses.

Even the strongest warriors and the most ruthless mages are outnumbered. The elves outnumbered the Alliance army, but those within the Alliance who could truly contend with the powerful elves would not exceed twenty. The chances of these twenty strong individuals winning against elves who were born with magic were extremely slim. Even a woman as powerful as the Queen couldn't possibly defeat the combined might of the two elven saints, could they? Panic gripped the Alliance

…

Blue, who had survived by reading people's expressions and understanding their psychology since childhood, already understood the Alliance's situation, which was why he dared to be so arrogant—according to his philosophy: one should only be arrogant once in a lifetime, and when it's time to be arrogant, one should fucking be arrogant.

Returning from the arena that day, he had just reached the Alliance camp when he saw his brothers and sisters. He greeted Buyou from afar—ever since he had driven Banlie out of Buyou's tent that night, Buyou's attitude towards him had improved considerably; Buju, afraid that others would know about her relationship with him, usually appeared very cold towards him. Buming was

also among his brothers and sisters. When he saw Bru approaching, he lowered his eyes in a panic…

“Bru, are you really not going to fight?” Buyou asked casually when she saw that no one else was paying attention to Bru.

Bru didn't answer Buyou. He glanced at Buming and sneered, “Heh, Buming, long time no see. You're still alive?”

Buming seemed afraid of Bru, hanging his head and remaining silent. But Bugui jumped out and shouted, “Half-elf, my brother lives to be a hundred years old. Even if you die, my brother won't die…”

“Are you an idiot! What's so great about living to be a hundred years old? I can live to be several hundred!” Bru wiped the sweat from his forehead and roared. He was telling the truth, because he was a half-elf, and his lifespan was several times longer than that of a human.

Bu Guai was speechless; she realized she had made a basic mistake: why hadn't she considered that half-elves had longer lifespans?

Bru walked up to the group and asked Bu You, "Second sister, where are you all going to play?"

"Fourth brother's injury has just healed, we're going to accompany him to relax..."

"My injury has just healed too, why is no one accompanying me to relax?"

Bru glanced at Bu Ju, then at Bu Shi, and finally fixed his eyes on Bu Ming, saying in a deep voice, "Bu Ming, you are Kuang Bu's man, you should know Kuang Bu's legacy. I can forgive your shamelessness and despicable character, I can forgive you for raping women, but I will never forgive you for trying to sleep with my women. Of course, if you can defeat me one day, you can do whatever you want, but before you can defeat me, if you dare to touch a hair on my woman's head, I will send you to hell to see the ghosts! Fuck you, act like a man, raise your head, don't fucking act like a coward!"

Bu Ming trembled all over, slowly raised his face, his lips twitching, and said, "Third...Third brother, I'm sorry..."

"Don't say sorry to me, my women are so beautiful, everyone who sees them wants to sleep with them." Bru turned the group aside. Walking towards the tent, he said, "But I'm even more shameless. I only want to seduce other men's wives and daughters, not my own. Haha...haha! Think what you want, have fun. We'll all starve

to death in a few days." "This guy is getting more and more arrogant. He doesn't even realize he's about to die!" Bu Chen said coldly, watching Bru's departing figure.

Buju sighed, "Perhaps he's never been arrogant before. Back in the Elven realm, he lived a very lowly life..."

"Stop talking about him, it's making us angrier." Bule rudely stopped everyone from discussing Bru, turning to Buming and saying, "Fourth brother, why are you so afraid of him? Even if you fought him, you wouldn't necessarily lose badly. Why are you like a mouse seeing a cat when you see him?"

Buming said awkwardly, "Big brother, I don't know why, ever since he stabbed me, I feel cold inside when I see him..." "

Fourth brother, you weren't like this before. You're too weak." Buguai didn't like seeing Buming afraid of Bru, because Buming was her own brother, and she had always thought he was the most intelligent and bravest man among the younger generation of the clan.

"Alas, you don't understand..." Buming sighed, leading the way.

Everyone knew he didn't want to talk about being assassinated by Bru, after all, it wasn't something to be proud of.

"I want to go back to my tent to rest. You all stay with fourth brother, I'm not going." Bushi said, turning and walking back.

Everyone was puzzled. Usually, Bu Shi loved snowfields because she felt the purity of snow was the soul of poetry.

Why did she suddenly not want to stroll through them?

Sigh, poets, especially female poets, are too emotional.

To put it bluntly, it's called "neurotic."

"Let's go, forget about Third Sister. She didn't want to go on the expedition, but was forced to leave Tongdu by orders. She probably misses her teacher in Tongdu, without considering how rigid he is—would he like a woman from Kuangbu? Sigh, Kuangbu, not only are men branded, but even women can't escape the crude shackles." Bu You sighed softly; perhaps this was Kuangbu's fate.

※※※※

Bru took a bath and whistled his way back to his tent. On the way, he met Bushi, who seemed to have come specifically to see him. He walked up to her and asked, "Third Sister, aren't you going to accompany Bu Ming to see the snow and compose poetry? You haven't been as cheerful as before these past few days. Is it because you haven't been composing poetry with poets for too long, and you're feeling overly depressed?"

"Come with me for a walk on the snowfield!" Bushi ignored Bru's sarcasm and commanded directly.

Bru paused for a moment, then laughed, "Third Sister, I just finished bathing. I've had nothing to do these past few days, so I was planning to spend time with my women, chatting and flirting, warming each other's hearts. But you want me to accompany you to the snowfield to brave the cold wind? You should send poets to do that. Such foolish things are only for refined people; a beast like me wouldn't do them. If you insist on making a beast like me pretend to be refined, wouldn't I become a refined beast? Hmm, not a very nice word; 'mixed-breed beast' sounds better."

Bru stared at him, her face turning cold, and said with slight anger, "Are you coming with me or not?"

"Give me a reason. If I think what you say makes sense, I'll accompany you to the snowfield to recite poetry."

"Last time you asked me to accompany you to the snowfield, I went. This time, consider it paying back a debt..."

"Oh? I think so. Okay, you're right. Let's go. I suddenly feel like writing poetry again."

Bu Shi glared at him and said, "Go back to your tent, cast the spell, and find me on the snowfield. I'll be in front of the camp..."

Bru said, "Why use a spell? We're not doing anything shameful, it's just two siblings taking a walk."

Bu Shi said, "Anyway, I don't want anyone to see you walking with me..."

Bru looked at her and said, "I don't like you wearing pants. If you go back and change into a skirt, I'll go out with you."

Before she could answer, Bru veered away from her and walked towards his tent.

On the snowfield, Bu Shi was wearing a skirt as white as the snow.

She had been waiting there for quite a while.

"Let's go!"

Bru's voice rang in her ears. She knew he had arrived beside her, but because of the spell, she couldn't see him.

"I want to go east, to the place where the sun rises..."

"Why?"

"The direction where the sun rises is the source of warmth."

"Warmth? Do you think it's too cold here?"

"Hmm, don't be so blunt..."

"I'm not a poet, I don't just use fancy words. You're wearing a dress, and I'll keep my promise, wherever you want to go, I'll go with you!"

Busi walked east, constantly looking around, trying to figure out where Blue was on her side, but her efforts were undoubtedly in vain.

After walking for about half an hour, Busi stopped. All around was still a vast, white snowfield.

"Let me into your barrier," she said.

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Blue; he had been standing to her left, watching her.

Her beautiful, sweet face flushed crimson.

"I've been with you for a long time, sit with me for a while."

Bru took off his leather cloak (he had stolen it from a soldier; he thought it looked cool and borrowed it, but he hadn't returned it after wearing it for half a month), spread it on the snow, sat down on the cloak, patted the empty space next to him, and said, "Third sister, sit down. You must be tired from walking, and you can't find any poetic inspiration anyway. Maybe you'll start 'composing poetry' just by sitting here."

Bu Shi sat down as instructed and said, "Do you know why I called you out?"

"Maybe you think I have a talent for poetry and want to stimulate my poetic soul."

"You will never have a talent for poetry, nor will you ever possess a poetic soul."

"How can you say such hurtful things? Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning!"

Bu Shi glared at him and scolded, "Tell me, after teasing me time and time again, what exactly do you want to do to me?"

"Tell me the truth?" Bru looked at her with a wicked glint in his eyes, his wolfish eyes looking sideways with a lewd gaze.

"Hmm, to be honest."

"Actually, I don't know either..." Blue looked up at the sky, his eyes somewhat serious, and sighed, "Perhaps it's because you despise my crude nature, making me want to trample on the elegance you pursue. I know you like learned, refined men, and sometimes I feel the urge to tease you, but when I tease you, I also feel the urge to rape you. The good thing is, I always remember you are my cousin, so I didn't actually rape you."

Bu Shi coldly retorted, "I thought you didn't remember anything."

"I hope so, then I can fuck you!"

"You..."

"Stop with the 'you' and 'me' stuff, spit it out, I'm in a hurry."

"What are you in a hurry for?" Bu Guai snapped.

“I need to get back to my woman, you should know that very well.”

“In your life, is there nothing else you do besides making love to your woman?”

“What do you expect me to do? Or what do you expect me to do for you? I am not the poet you admire, I have no grand ambitions. I have never had this kind of freedom in my life. I am already content to live freely now. I thought that after finding my family, I would live a human life, but I was wrong. The clan does not recognize my half-elf blood, so I have to exchange my existence for my rare freedom and indulgence. However, once I lead you into the Valley, my usefulness will disappear, and my life will be lost. Therefore, I will not do anything for you.”

Bru said these words very seriously, and Busi suddenly disliked his seriousness—it seemed too heavy.

“I didn’t ask you to do anything for us!” she said.

“But the clan will!” Bru said in a deep voice.

"That's a matter for the clan and the alliance, it has nothing to do with me. I was forced to come along."

"It has to do with you, you all want me dead." Bru sneered, staring at Bushi with his sinister eyes, and continued, "If I die, you can inherit the blood curse. But let me tell you the truth, if I had a choice, I wouldn't want this blood curse. Do you think it's fun to pour out your heart every time? I just want nothing to do, to be able to eat my fill, to secretly have women, and to live a carefree life."

"Big boobs, no ambition!" Bushi sighed.

"Oh, you're using idioms with me? I'll say one too, big boobs, no brains." Bru pointed to her chest, then said with a puzzled look, "It seems your chest isn't very big, no wonder you have some brains, you're the only cultured person in our clan."

Bushi stared at him, her beautiful eyes slightly tearful, and said, "Brother, how long are you going to tease me?"

Bru looked away and sighed, "You called me brother again. Can I hug you?"

Bushi didn't answer, but just lowered her head.

Bru's long arm came over and hugged her waist, and she leaned into his arm.

Stroking her hair, he said, "Third sister, consider me your brother. I won't tease you anymore. Actually, your brother sees nothing special about your body, and touching it won't hurt you. Don't take it to heart. If you're not happy, you can touch your brother's body to get revenge."

"I won't touch..." Bu Shi sobbed.

"I will touch." Bru reached into her skirt and said, "I won't touch you again, so this is the last time."

"No..."

Bu Shi cried softly, but she couldn't stop his devilish hand. In an instant, she felt his hand caressing her sensitive vulva and deliberately pinching her labia. Her body and mind went limp, and she groaned, collapsing into his arms, sobbing, "Brother... Brother... I will hate you, I will hate you..."

Bru turned her body around, making her lie on her back in his arms, and buried his head in her mouth, kissing her hard on the lips. His huge tongue plunged in, and she obediently opened her lips, accepting his huge tongue, welcoming his French kiss with unfamiliarity; he knew that she had never kissed any other man except him.

"Sleep, and after you fall asleep, your second brother will carry you back." Bru pulled away from her lips and said.

Buyi slowly closed her eyes, tears streaming from between her eyelashes.

"Second brother, I... this is the first time I've cried for a man..."

"Hmm, I know. Sleep, your face is wet, and your lower body is wet too. You shouldn't be wet, because your name is 'Not Wet'..."

"Brother, after I fall asleep... you... can do anything to me."

Buyi cried, not understanding Bru's "joke," but Bru understood her words.

He suddenly thought of Buyi and sighed softly, "It's actually very simple for me to penetrate you."

Chapter Eleven: The Final Answer.

Bru ultimately didn't penetrate Buyi that day; perhaps he would never enter her life. His relationship with Buyi was caused by a mistake, and he gladly accepted the established error, but basic reason told him: incest between siblings was a sin against heaven. Therefore, he couldn't rape Buyi as he had raped Buyi.

That day, he brought Bu Shi back (his whereabouts were concealed by a barrier). When he was about to leave her, she, who had been pretending to be asleep, suddenly hugged him and cried bitterly. He didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only sleep with her until she truly fell asleep before quietly leaving her tent…

For the next few days, Bu Shi didn't appear. Bru gradually forgot about Bu Shi. During this time, Bu Ju came to see him once, and he stayed with her for half the night.

This day, waking up amidst the bodies of many women, he threw on his clothes and rushed to the training ground. While Bu Mo was fighting with the clan warriors, he watched as the male warriors pounded and grabbed her ample breasts. He was incredibly excited. He stripped off his clothes (leaving only his shorts) and rushed in. Taking advantage of Bu Mo being surrounded, he grabbed her from behind, threw her aside, flipped over, pinned her down, and choked her, shouting, "Bu Mo, do you surrender?"

Bu Mo, gasping for breath, her face flushed, reached for his crotch. He suddenly crouched down, frantically crying, "Bu Mo, I surrender! You vicious woman, don't crush my balls!"

"You attacked me from behind, and you have the nerve to call me vicious?" Bu Mo coughed, cleared her throat, and cursed angrily.

Blue Cat crouched down, grabbed Bu Mo's wrist, and shouted, "Bu Mo, let go, let go… I'm the clan leader."

Bu Mo shook off his hand, got up, and walked to the other side. He glanced at the surrounding warriors, said nothing, and walked straight towards Bu Mo.

"What are you doing here? Go back and train with them." Bu Mo crossed her arms, emphasizing her two beautiful, large breasts.

Blue was practically drooling, reaching out to grab them, but she slapped his hand away. He said unhappily, "Bu Mo, can't I grab them? You train with them, and they've grabbed you countless times. Besides, I've grabbed your boobs before, and now I can't even grab them?"

"Training is training, and everyday life is everyday life. If anyone dares to touch me during everyday life, I'll break their hand!"

"What if I accidentally penetrated your vagina during training?" Blue whispered in her ear.

"Like their vaginas, accidentally getting your penis inside?" Bu Mo murmured.

"Hehe..."

"Go back to the training field!"

"Come with me!"

Blue ignored Bu Mo's scolding, grabbing her hand and pulling her away. At first, she wouldn't budge, but after a while, she silently let him pull her away.

"The male soldiers knew too?"

Blue sat down on the snow, with Bum standing behind him.

"When they were messing with you, they chased you far away, and a group of women surrounded you..."

"I didn't ask you those things. I only asked if the male soldiers knew that they raped me."

"No."

"Why did you know?"

"I overheard their conversation..."

"Why didn't you suspect anything before?"

"It's hard to imagine that they were beating you while raping you."

Blue was silent for a moment, then said, "They're a bunch of sadists! A group of them pressed my face down, pulled down my shorts, and raped me. It felt good for my penis, but they kept hitting my face, making me dizzy, and I didn't even know who raped me."

"They all raped you!"

"They gang-raped me!"

Shi Lu shouted, turning to look at Bum. Seeing her indifferent expression, he asked, "Captain Bum, do you want to rape me?"

Bum remained silent, staring at him.

Blue turned around, pulled down his shorts, and withdrew his perverted, hard penis, saying, "Captain Bum, you're welcome to rape me, even if you slap my face while you're raping me, I won't complain a word..."

"Shameless scoundrel." Bum threw down the words and turned to leave.

Blue sat on the snowfield, gripping his large member and stroking it...

Footsteps came from behind him, but he remained unmoved.

"Second brother, you..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and Bu You had already reached his right side. Seeing him masturbating, she was stunned and speechless.

Blue looked up to his right and smiled, "Second sister, is there something you need?"

"Hmm... My father sent me here to inform you to go to the Queen's tent."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit."

"It's urgent, you need to go immediately."

"What could be more urgent than me masturbating?"

"I don't know... Put your things away and come back with me."

Blue stood up, facing Bu You, his forty-centimeter-long penis unexpectedly pressing against Bu You's lower abdomen.

"Second sister, borrow your body for a bit. Bu Mo has aroused my lust, and I'm so frustrated."

"You can do whatever you want in the Queen's tent..." Bu You said, glancing at his incredibly thick and long penis.

Bru pulled up his shorts, turned, and ran towards the training ground, shouting as he ran, "Second sister, just kidding! Wait for me, I'll get dressed and go back with you."

Bu You watched his retreating figure and sighed softly, "Sometimes your jokes are too real..."

This was Bru's first time entering Arthur's palace tent. Before arriving, he had expected many generals to be there, but he was wrong. There were no generals in the tent, only the Queen and six naked young female soldiers. He hesitated for a moment, then bowed and greeted Arthur. He then sat down opposite her as she had instructed. The six young, naked women immediately surrounded him. He felt happy and excited, and asked, "Your Majesty, is it too much of a show of force to summon me here today?"

"I dote on you so much, and I hope you won't disappoint me," Arthur said, her beautiful eyes looking at him. These majestic eyes now held a hint of tenderness and allure.

Bru's heart fluttered. He glanced at the two little girls beside her and said, "If Your Majesty didn't have any hopes for me, you wouldn't be disappointed either."

"But you have given me hope for you, and that's why you've been able to live," Arthur said frankly.

Bru said, "Even without my help, Your Majesty can enter the Valley with your strength. Why place your hopes on me?"

"Before the final battle approaches, I must preserve my absolute strength."

"Is Your Majesty afraid of the Three Saints joining forces?"

"You could say that..." "

Even if the Three Saints joined forces, they might not be Your Majesty's match, would they?"

Arthur stared at Bru, speaking with a mocking tone, "I invited you to my tent; don't try to discuss pointless matters with me."

Bru grabbed the breast of the girl beside him and laughed, "It's a rare opportunity to enter Your Majesty's tent; what I most want is to be intimate with Your Majesty."

Arthur said, "If you lead the allied army successfully into the Valley, I can grant you myself for one night."

Bru was startled, gripping the girl's breast tightly; the girl cried out in pain, and he quickly released her, looking at Arthur for a long while, and said, "Although Your Majesty's words are very tempting, I find it hard to believe them."

"You have no choice but to believe; there is no other option."

"Perhaps," Bru said casually, straightening up and opening his arms. The female soldiers helped him undress, and he continued, "I want to ask Your Majesty something, if I may?"

Arthur calmly replied, "Go ahead and ask."

"Why is Your Majesty so determined to exterminate the Elves? They have already fled here, and have no conflict of interest with humans. Why can't we let them live or perish peacefully in this corner of the snow? I have lived among the Elves for nineteen years, enduring their hatred and contempt. I know they all hate humans, yet I have never heard them speak of leaving the Valley to seek revenge on humans."

"Do you also hate the Elves?"

"Hate is hate, but I still want to know why you have pursued them here. In the Elves' heyday, they were a threat to humans, and the Human Alliance had a reason to exterminate them. Now that the Elves no longer pose a threat to humans, you have personally led an elite force, traveling thousands of miles to annihilate them. I don't understand."

"In this world, many things don't need to be understood. Many wars don't need reasons. I simply can't bear to see them exist. If you don't pull the weeds out by the roots, they'll sprout everywhere, and even a desert can become an oasis. I want to uproot the last of the elves, turning their green of life into an ancient, irretrievable yellow."

Hearing Arthur's words, Bru knew that further questioning wouldn't yield the desired result, so he changed the subject: "Your Majesty, let's pause this topic. I'm curious about something else now..."

"Speak. I have time to listen to your nonsense today," Arthur said indifferently.

A wicked smile crept across Bru's face. "It's said that Your Majesty had a husband..."

"Ten years ago, he died."

Bru remained silent. The female soldiers had already pulled down his shorts. He lifted his leg, standing naked before the women, his erect penis throbbing. Facing Arthur, he said, "My mother said that the Elf Queen promised my father that if he had a son, she would have sex with him. But the Elf Queen broke her promise. You and the Elf Queen are the same type of woman. You said you'd fuck me for one night, but you're just using my words. You high and mighty rulers often break any promise. Especially women, I find it hard to believe. Your Majesty, allow me to consider it further. After I've fucked all the gifts you've given me, I'll give you an answer."

"Very good, I'll watch you conquer them..." "

It's rare that Your Majesty has the enthusiasm to be an audience member. If Your Majesty is willing to participate midway, you don't need my permission, hehe."

Bru appeared quite smug, even somewhat arrogant. He knew perfectly well that Arthur's display of power presented him with two possible outcomes: either he would obediently accept her advances, and these beauties
would be his reward; or he would refuse, and this would be his last time enjoying such a treat.

The girls were all young and attractive, handpicked from among the female soldiers.

Bru ordered them to line up, kneeling on the ground with their backs to Arthur.

He looked at the six female soldiers' snow-white buttocks, and his penis almost gushed blood…

(From left to right, then from right to left, and then into the middle… Bru thought.)

The one on the far left was a tall, Asian girl with dark pubic hair, though not very thick. From behind, he could see the tender pink of her buttocks and the barely visible labia; the seeping love juice had moistened the dark pubic hair on either side of her labia.

Looking at the buttocks and genitals of the other five girls, he saw similar signs.

To his surprise, the girls' labia were all tightly closed, their genitals clean and tidy, like those of virgins.

He could feel their bodies trembling with a servile fear as they knelt...

"Your Majesty's hospitality is such, I won't stand on ceremony."

"Please enjoy yourself, I think you'll like it."

"This is my favorite feast..."

Bru crouched behind the girl on his left, spreading her firm, elastic buttocks with both hands, pressing his face against her cleft, his lips just touching her vulva. She let out a groan that sounded like pain, and then her vaginal fluids flowed out rapidly. He was greatly excited, and his right hand reached for the vulva of the girl on his right. Upon touching it, he saw that the girl was also wet, and he couldn't help but exclaim in his heart: "Exquisite slut."

"Oh! Oh..."

The girl's moans were somewhat stiff, but they sounded real.

Bru's mouth and hands worked simultaneously, making both girls moan softly.

The vaginal fluids flowed into his mouth, tasteless, like clean river water.

Arthur and her two little maids watched the lewd scene inside the tent.

The elegant inner tent setting was completely out of place with the lewd scene.

Two twelve-year-old girls watched all this without any change in expression; perhaps they had seen too much before…

Bru felt the girls' vaginal fluids overflowing, their tightly closed labia being torn apart by his tongue. His impulsive lower body could no longer bear it. He lifted his face, kneeling against the female soldier's buttocks, his eyes lingering on Arthur for a moment before scanning her two beautiful maids. He said wickedly, “Your Majesty, these female soldiers you gave me have such tight vaginas, they're very wet, truly rare and top-quality goods. If Your Majesty is willing to sacrifice your two maids, perhaps I will…”

“Shut your mouth and do your thing!” The composed Arthur suddenly shouted.

Bru glanced over and saw that the two girls were also filled with shame and anger…

“Haha, interesting!”

Bru grabbed the female soldier's buttocks with both hands, his hard penis thrusting into her vagina. After a few thrusts, it didn't penetrate, but her body was already trembling violently, and all her moans stopped, as if she was holding her breath, waiting for everything to come.

His left hand gripped the base of his penis, guiding it in. As the glans touched her labia, his thumb and forefinger slid forward along the shaft, their tips touching her labia, slightly parting the two smooth, firm labia. He thrust his hips forward, half of the glans entering her vulva; her body tensed completely, and he felt her breath freeze for a moment.

"Hah..."

"Ah..."

With a muffled roar from Blue, his hard penis pierced the female soldier's vagina, followed by a painful scream from the girl...

"Virgins?!"

Blue hurriedly withdrew his penis, noticing spots of blood on it. He looked at Arthur in surprise and asked, "Are they all virgins?"

Arthur smiled mysteriously, "You like them, don't you? I know your blood curse needs virgins. Although they aren't the elven demonic daughters, they still have some effect on you. Before you lead your army into battle, I should contribute to the growth of your blood curse."

The female soldier sobbed softly, but dared not speak.

Blue thought for a moment, then inserted his penis into the female soldier's bleeding vagina again, holding her buttocks and slowly thrusting in and out.

That tightness was unique to any virgin, and it felt wonderfully tight around his penis—even though it was only twelve centimeters long, inserting it into a virgin's vagina made him feel "great," because she was crying in pain…

Just as Arthur had said, the blood curse had an innate, strong reaction to virgin blood, and some historical memories surfaced in his mind.

"Ugh…ugh! Oh ugh! Ugh! Lord Blue, it hurts so much, be gentle, it hurts so much…"

"You're squeezing me so tight, it's so exciting. Be good, it won't hurt after this. Do you have a lover?"

"Yes…yes. He's waiting for me in Tongdu. He's also a soldier, but he didn't get a spot in the war. All six of us…all have lovers, they're all waiting for us to return in Tongdu…but we can't give our first time to our respective lovers…"

The girl cried bitterly. Blue knew he was raping their virginity and their dreams, yet he enjoyed this destruction.

Perhaps, destroying beautiful things brings an indescribable pleasure.

Just as people enjoy destroying the happiness of others!

His happiness was also cruelly destroyed by the elves.

Therefore, he would rebuild his happiness by destroying the happiness of others and in his own ruined life!

"Why didn't you offer your virginity to your lovers before going to war?"

"We... had no chance. The military order was too sudden. A month before the war, we were transferred out for special training, and we didn't even say goodbye to our lovers until we left the capital..." "

You talk too much," Arthur said coldly, making the female soldier tremble with fear.

Blue withdrew his penis, pushed her down onto the carpet, and lay on top of her, pressing his weight against her delicate body. Looking at her beautiful face, he gently kissed away her tears and said, "This time, treat me as your lover. Close your eyes and think of him. My desire is only for a woman's body; I don't need you to offer your soul to me. You are all beautiful, and I will give you the most perfect first time, so that even in pain, you can gain some memories beyond 'resentment.' This is a shameless man, branding you with that little bit of pleasure, whether on your body or your soul."

The female soldier stared at him with teary, confused eyes, and the other female soldiers turned to look as well.

All the girls had glistening tears in their eyes.

"Blue, you're quite the smooth talker, much better than your father."

"I've always maintained that even beasts have the right to speak sweet words."

Blue kissed the female soldier's lips and gently inserted his tongue into her again, still incredibly tight and pleasurable.

At first, the girl resisted his tongue, but after a while, her lips parted slightly, accepting his "tongue penetration."

Bru kneaded her firm nipples, secretly channeling his beastly energy. Her body trembled, and her soft hands climbed onto his strong back, tightly embracing him. She kissed him passionately, and his thrusts became increasingly rapid and powerful.

The other female soldiers, seeing her reaction, were puzzled: just moments ago she was in excruciating pain, why had she suddenly become so tender?

"The legendary beastly whip truly is the best weapon against virgins. Bru, let's get down to business!"

"Your Majesty, I prefer to discuss things like this. Everything is negotiable, please speak."

"I know you can freely enter and exit the elven protective barrier. As long as you lead the alliance's elite into it, leave the rest to us. I guarantee your personal safety, and the absolute safety of any women you've been associated with in the elven realm. This is another promise I make to you." Arthur calmly stated her demand, her sharp, beautiful eyes fixed on Bru.

"I refuse." Bru said without hesitation.

Arthur suddenly stood up, walked to the female soldier, paused for a moment, and said, "If I told you that Shuiyueling and the two elven sisters were imprisoned by the elves, would you still refuse to fight?"

Bru was shocked, looked up, and asked, "What did you say?"

"You heard me clearly..."

"Your little apprentice stays, and then you leave!"

"Are you negotiating with me?"

"I want your little apprentice!"

"My patience has its limits..."

"Will you give her or not?"

"...I'll give you one, you can choose."

"Her."

Bru pointed to one of the two little girls.

This little girl was of Asian descent, the other of Caucasian descent.

"Mianchun, from now on you are his person," Arthur said coldly.

"Your Majesty, I..." The little girl instantly burst into tears.

Bru said, "Empress Arthur, I'll borrow your tent for a moment. When I leave the tent, I will give you my final answer. Now, please leave." (

To be continued in

Chapter 8 of *Eternal Kingdom: Dark Dawn*, the stubbornness of Mengmalian

. Mengmalian never expected to be captured by the elves.) The night battle was fierce, with the alliance deploying over two thousand soldiers. However, the elves seemed well-prepared. The magical attacks of over two hundred elven warriors, coupled with the sudden appearance of many powerful elven warriors, resulted in the deaths of more than half of the two thousand soldiers, including fifty or sixty members of the Kuangbu clan. She was defeated by a handsome and mature male elf, whom she later learned was the elven king—Ranhua Tisso.

About two hundred alliance soldiers were captured with her, including thirty or forty women. After this battle, Mengmalian understood one thing: although the elves had suffered a crushing defeat, their power was immense. No wonder the unfathomable Queen and the Grand Tutor dared not lead the alliance army in a rash advance.

Last night's battle was a surprise attack decided upon after several tests and reconnaissance. The plan was that if the vanguard of two thousand soldiers could break through the elven defenses, the remaining three or four thousand soldiers would follow, breaking through the Elven Valley in one fell swoop. However, the vanguard fell, and reinforcements dared not advance, leading to the first major defeat since the start of the campaign.

Monmarian was held solitary in a forest tent, her body bound by thick, strong ropes and secured by the unique elven barrier, making escape impossible.

The Alliance, devastated by this defeat and plagued by food shortages and low morale, faced immense difficulty in rebuilding.

She was in despair—the elves were not as fragile as legend portrayed.

Those elves who survived war possessed remarkable resilience and fighting prowess.

She had ultimately underestimated the elves—this legendary race, along with the extinct gods and demons, were not to be underestimated.

The tent flap was flung open. She didn't know who had entered.

The tent was dark. But in an instant, the lamps on the tent walls were lit.

The tent became bright yellow. The newcomer was none other than her nemesis—Ranhua Tisso.

"Miss Mengmalen, is it too much of a hardship to lock you in this dark tent?"

"Elven King, I admit defeat. Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you."

Faced with the Elven King's mockery, Mengmalen showed her stubborn side.

As a woman, one must be soft in body but hard in tongue.

"Mengmalen, I am the king of the peace-loving elves. I will neither kill you nor torture you, but only pass on the love of the elves to you." As

the Elven King spoke, he smiled and took off his clothes. Although he was very handsome, the smile on his face was sinister and lewd.

Mengmalen was not an idiot; how could she not understand what he wanted to do? She was equally lewd, yet she hated being raped by men.

"Elven King, the women of your elven race are far more beautiful than I am. Why did you rape me?"

"You speak childishly! While the elven race has many beautiful women, and I can enjoy them at will, sometimes indulging in the company of human women is a kind of spice. Besides, the one I raped is the female leader of the alliance, greatly stimulating my desire for conquest."

"Aren't you elves known for your purity?"

"Unfortunately, our former purity has been tainted by the brutal war, leaving behind a filthy legacy!"

The Elven King looked at the charming Monmaren, his clothes almost completely removed.

"Elven King, what will you do with our captive?"

"No decision yet." The Elven King removed his shorts, revealing his erect penis. He deliberately gripped it, laughing, "Monmaren, you've never seen a thicker, longer cock than mine, have you?"

Monmaren spat, cursing, "Ignorant!"

"Have you ever seen a bastard's huge cock?" The Elven King was shocked.

"Bastard? Bru?" Monmaren asked, somewhat puzzled.

The Elf King said, "As far as I know, only the bastard's penis is thicker and longer than mine."

Monmaren asked, "Are you sure it's thicker and longer than yours?"

"Many elves have witnessed the bastard's penis firsthand; it's nearly thirty centimeters long, incredibly thick and long," the Elf King stated confidently.

"Thirty centimeters? How is that possible? When he was with me, it was only twelve centimeters!"

the Elf Gan exclaimed, looking puzzled. "Last time, when Kibor pulled down the bastard's pants, the elves saw it clearly. Could they have been mistaken?"

Monmaren fell into deep thought, unable to figure it out, because Bru was always the same size in her eyes.

After much thought, only one explanation came to mind: the bastard's penis could change size.

"Could he change size?" the Elf King and Monmaren asked in unison.

The two stared at each other for a moment, then the Elf King said, "Whether it's twenty centimeters or twelve centimeters, if I catch him, I'll castrate him! Let's not talk about him now. I haven't been with a human woman in a long time. Offer your honey pot to me, and I will give you the ultimate orgasm, making you never want to leave me for the rest of your life. Haha, I am the King of the Elves, riding you mortal women is your greatest honor."

"Legend says elves are a civilized race, but I see no quality in you," Monmaren said disdainfully.

Elves in ancient legends were the embodiment of purity, yet the Elf King before her was even more filthy and shameless than Bru of the Kuangbu clan—at least Bru wouldn't rape her, Monmaren.

"My qualities aren't for you to see, but for you to experience."

The Elf King roughly tore open the fabric covering Mengmalian's chest, exposing her breasts, which were bound by ropes. He grabbed her breasts and bit down on her nipples.

Because she was bound so tightly, Mengmalian couldn't struggle. She endured the tingling sensation in her chest and cursed, "Elf King, your elven race deserves to be exterminated! The filthy elven race has no reason to exist!"

"Hiss!"

The Elf King's hand reached down to her crotch, and the sharp claws tore her crotch to shreds, but without harming her skin.

Bound, Mengmalian's breasts and crotch were exposed, her private parts completely revealed.

"Miss Mengmalen, you are so young, you should not participate in the war! Life is more precious than anything else. Only with life can you have everything. Once you lose your life, everything disappears. A beautiful human woman like you should have a beautiful and happy life. When you experience my baptism, you will be infatuated with the happiness I give you until you die!" The

Elf King pinched Mengmalen's nipple with his left hand and stroked her vulva with his right. His lewd eyes stared at her face. Seeing her shame and anger, he felt a perverse satisfaction. As the king of the Elf race, he could do whatever he wanted most of the time. As long as Butterfly Dance did not interfere, he could do whatever he wanted to whomever he wanted. In the Elf world where there were few men, women also expected to receive his favor. Therefore, the women he had slept with rarely refused him—whether it was outward obedience or inner refusal, the women he had slept with all obediently did not resist.

At this moment, Monmaren's refusal fueled his lust for rape and conquest to its highest point ever, his penis becoming even harder than usual…

“Miss Monmaren, you’re a rare slut. I’ve only touched you a few times, and your juices are already flowing all over my fingers.”

“Elven King, if you want to rape me, then rape me. Don’t you have too much nonsense? I’m not some chaste woman, I won’t make a scene just because your penis touches me. What the hell? Come on, I’ll spread my legs and let you fuck me. No matter how thick or long your thing is, I’m not afraid. You little elven stick, I heard you used to be a coward, but now you’re being arrogant in front of me, aren’t you ashamed!”

Monmaren’s words pierced the Elven King’s heart. Although he possessed the most powerful penis and the most lewd yang magic among the elven royal family, it was common knowledge that he was afraid to fight. This time, he requested to go to war in order to wash away his stigma and rebuild his “kingly” demeanor and prestige among the elves.

This great victory made him extremely proud, and in his arrogance, he felt like the king of the world!

But now, he is injured.

His heart was deeply wounded by Mengmalian's words...

"Slap! Slap!"

The Elf King slapped Mengmalian twice, turning her body over—her hands and feet were tightly bound, making it difficult for him to penetrate her from above. He made her lie face down on the ground, bending her legs into a kneeling position, her head and face on the ground, her knees bent, her legs tightly closed, revealing her plump, wet vulva...

He thrust his large penis against her vulva, arrogantly shouting, "Mengmalian, you lowly whore, tonight I'll show you the power of the giant rod that has conquered all the women of the Elf race!"

Mengmalian spat and cursed, "Old turtle. You can't even conquer this old lady, all you do is talk nonsense!" Enraged,

the Elf King pried open her labia majora with both hands, forcefully pushing half of his glans inside, then pulled back to grasp the base of his penis, cursing loudly. He thrust harder...

Because of the position, the lack of lubrication, and the narrowness of her vagina, his glans felt a rough, painful chafing sensation.

This pain only made him more aroused. With a full thrust of his hips, his massive penis slid in completely, causing her to moan uncontrollably

, "So tight! I've never seen a human woman with such a tight vagina before! Actually, most female elves are no different from human women. Human women can never match the beauty and mystery of elven women in terms of looks and physique. You're quite good, worthy of being the Alliance's female leader. Your vaginal opening feels so good... You really resemble my concubine, Hua Motu, even your vaginas are similar, but my Hua Motu's vagina is much larger than yours."

The Elf King held Mengmalian's soft, white buttocks, thrusting into her honeyed orifice until it overflowed with lustful fluids, yet she didn't utter a sound, which made him feel uneasy.

"Mengmalian, today I will conquer you, make you my sex slave!"

"No man in the world can conquer this lady!"

Postscript: Nonsense. The main and secondary relationships.

Lao Tu had drunk a little, not much, but drinking with his god-sister, he was intoxicated even without alcohol. Later, in a daze, he helped his god-sister back to her rented apartment. The brother and sister supported each other in the bathroom and vomited for a long time, but they still couldn't sober up. However, they vomited vigorously, stripped off their clothes, and took a "pure" bath together. Lao Tu was a kind and helpful man. After the bath, he dragged his god-sister, who was as limp as mud, to the bed and gave her a good massage. This massage made him feel warm, incredibly hot. His whole body felt like it was burning, as if all the alcohol in his body was being burned away.

"Brother, this is my first time, you have to take responsibility..."

the god-sister babbled drunkenly. Old Tu was terrified.

With a "thud," he tumbled off the bed, grabbed his clothes, put them on, and left.

Damn it! Old Tu wasn't an irresponsible man, but this god-sister's words were truly irresponsible: the unknown fluid a certain man had left deep inside her last night hadn't even flowed out yet, and she dared to say it was her "first time"! Old Tu's stomach churned; the urge to vomit was a thousand times stronger than when he was completely drunk. Damn it! Old Tu was also a virgin, well, the first time he'd heard such disgusting words.

Walking into the dark alley, there was a sense of decadence, like entering a prostitute's vagina.

In the distance, a dark shadow flashed out—a ghost?

"Hey, Director Tu, hey, Director Tu..."

"Damn it! You scared me half to death, you're pretending to be a ghost, Solev!"

Solev rushed in front of Old Tu, blocking the drunken man's path.

Old Tu (drunk): I almost lost my virginity...

Solev (confused, yelling): Director Tu, I need to talk to you!

Old Shang (slightly sober): Cough, Solev, what do you want?

Solev (indignant tone): Your recent films are very unfair.

Old Tu: How unfair?

Solev: The Eternal series should be about elves, why have you been filming humans in the last few installments? The audience will complain.

Old Tu (in an expert tone): Solev, you don't understand. Although my film is about elves, filmmaking requires a clear story and hierarchy of characters. The protagonist is currently in the human alliance, so my camera naturally follows the protagonist. Do you expect me to film a story about an elven valley without a protagonist? Do you think anyone would watch such a story?

Solev (thinking for a moment): You should at least film us, right? Look, my chances of appearing on screen are almost zero now, what am I supposed to do with my fans? I absolutely cannot abandon my fans.

Old Tu: I know your fans are heartbroken, so I've been preparing to have you appear.

Solev (angrily, angrily, angrily): You bastard, what do you mean by "preparing to appear"? I didn't even appear! That night during the battle, I fought so fiercely, our elves fought so fiercely, why didn't you film that in detail?

Old Tu: Why would I film that? Everything has to be prioritized. I make adult films, not action films, why would I film fight scenes? In this movie, sex is king! War, martial arts, magic—all of that can go to hell! If you argue with this great director again, I'll kill you, you second-rate actor, so you can't continue to have fun in the movie.

Seeing that Lao Tu was angry, and finding Lao Tu's words somewhat reasonable, Sulev immediately surrendered and begged for mercy: "Director Tu, please don't let me die! Even if it's just a minor role, let me have a little bit of screen time, just a little bit of fun. Like in this episode, even though you didn't film me closely, letting me rape a female human soldier made me secretly happy for days. Director Tu, you're really generous."

Lao Shang (overjoyed): "That's right, when have I ever not let you have fun? Even though you're a minor role, your status in the play has always been above the bastard protagonist."

Sulev: "And in the future?"

Lao Shang: "The protagonist will definitely have to turn things around. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"

Sulev (worriedly): "If he turns things around, won't I sink the ship?"

Lao Tu: "Sinking the ship, floating the corpses, how great is that!"

Sulev: "No."

Lao Tu: "Sulev, I said it's good, so it's good. You're going against me?"

Solev: Hmm, great Turk, always right. But what about those male prisoners of war?

Boss: That's easy. I'll arrange for you, Bakis, and Emilon to rape them…

Solev (protesting): I'm not gay!

Boss: I thought you were…

(End of Episode 7)

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