[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 6

Chapter 36 The Pig's Escape (Part 3)

"Huff—huff—thank you…huff—" Luo Zhu gasped for breath, turning to Gesang Zhuoma with a smile. "This is…huff—my first time fighting…huff—someone helped me…huff—feels…good…huff—" A few simple words were interspersed with over a dozen labored, bellows-like breaths, enough to show how weak and exhausted the speaker was.

"No…you're welcome." Compared to Gesang Zhuoma, her breathing was much better. A smile spread across her dirty face, revealing a set of bright white teeth. "From now on, Sister Luo Zhu…Sister, remember to…call me when you fight. I…I'm also a capable and brave woman, I won't…I won't hold you back."

"Good…good girl!" Luo Zhu praised, a silly smile blooming on her face. After her first fight, the exhaustion wasn't filled with cold loneliness, but with warm happiness. Sure enough, a group fight with companions is far more exhilarating and invigorating than a solo battle. Today, she finally experienced that bone-chilling thrill of a group fight. Her only complaint was that fighting on the low-pressure, low-oxygen plateau was much harder than fighting on flat ground. She'd only fought a ferocious dog, and although she won, she was exhausted. It seemed she needed to invest time and effort in training to better adapt to the harsh high-altitude environment.

Gesang Zhuoma, not being on the front lines of the fight, wasn't as mentally or physically exhausted as Luo Zhu. After catching her breath, although her limbs were still a little sore, she had recovered somewhat.

She got up, walked to the dead mastiff, stepped on its neck, gripped the hilt of her Swiss Army knife, twisted it a couple of times, and then pulled hard. The Boba woman, a long-time farmer, herder, and milkmaid, still possessed considerable strength; the 9-centimeter-deep knife, stained with a dark red hue, was pulled out with difficulty.

She wiped the blood from the knife with her sleeve, and the crimson gleam returned to a bright white. Only then did she notice that Luo Zhu, sitting beside the dead mastiff, had a dark red stain on her dirty face, her hands were covered in blood, and the sleeves of her clothes were tattered and soaked in the sticky, rusty smell. Her robe at the waist was also torn, with tiny white feathers occasionally fluttering out like snowflakes.

"Sister Luo Zhu, you...you're injured!" she cried out in alarm, her pink lips turning pale, and rushed to Luo Zhu's side to check on her.

"It's not serious, only my arms are scratched, the rest of the tears are from my clothes," Luo Zhu said, forcing a reassuring smile. Once she relaxed, she felt the burning pain in her arms, but for someone who used to fight like it was life, injury and pain were minor matters. She gritted her teeth and endured it for a few days.

"Let me bandage you." Gesang Zhuoma hurriedly rolled up her two tattered sleeves layer by layer, revealing her once smooth, fair arms now covered in blood, riddled with jagged gashes.

*Plop—plop—*

Hot tears fell onto Luo Zhu's blood-stained arms, scalding her and making her gasp. The tears seeped into the wounds, the salt causing a sharp, stabbing pain, yet she didn't want to avoid this pain that accompanied her joy. It turned out that someone crying for your wounds was also an exceptionally warm and happy thing. *

Gesang Zhuoma, as long as I, Luo Zhu, live, I will protect you, until the end of my life.*

She silently vowed, enduring the pain, and patted Gesang Zhuoma's head, smiling, "Why are you crying? It's just a few bloody cuts, nothing serious. Hurry up and disinfect them."

"Disinfect?" Gesang Zhuoma looked up at her with teary eyes, her clear gaze filled with confused bewilderment.

Luo Zhu froze for a moment, then suddenly felt an urge to cry out. Her hydrogen peroxide, her alcohol, her bandages, her Yunnan Baiyao… everything she had for disinfection and hemostasis was left in her backpack in the mud-brick house in Namua Village!

“Sister Luo Zhu, what is disinfection?” Gesang Zhuoma, oblivious to Luo Zhu’s inner turmoil and pain, continued to relentlessly press for answers.

“Disinfection is sterilization, preventing wound infection and suppuration. But we don’t have any medicine right now, so we can skip this step.” To prevent herself from bursting into tears due to overwhelming regret, Luo Zhu decisively cut off Gesang Zhuoma’s curiosity. “It’s okay if you don’t understand, I’ll teach you later. Come on, tear off the cloth you’re wearing underneath so I can bandage it.” Her clothes were torn to shreds inside and out; if she tore them off, wouldn’t it make it even harder to keep warm? Well… since she was the main fighter, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for Gesang Zhuoma, as a substitute, to contribute some bandages, right? Moreover, the ancients' undergarments had far more fabric than her modern clothes, so even if a large piece was cut off, it would still provide enough warmth.

"Oh." Gesang Zhuoma, somewhat dazed, lifted her robe, pulled out a coarse white cloth garment, cut off a large section with a knife, and carefully cut it into strips about four fingers wide.

She first used a small piece of cloth to roughly wipe the bloodstains on Luo Zhu's arm, causing Luo Zhu to grimace and gasp in pain. There were about ten deep wounds on both arms, along with countless shorter, shallower cuts crisscrossing the wounds. As soon as the old blood was wiped away, new blood gushed out, making it look quite frightening.

"Wait, squeeze the wounds first, squeeze out all the blood you can." Seeing Gesang Zhuoma pick up the cloth strips, she suddenly remembered something and quickly stopped her, her tone somewhat strained. "Don't be afraid, that's poisonous blood contaminated with bacteria. Don't worry about me, I can bear the pain."

"Mm." Gesang Zhuoma still didn't quite understand what Luo Zhu was saying. However, Sister Luo Zhu's words and actions must have a reason, and she just needed to listen. She put down the cloth strip, steeled her resolve, and without looking at Luo Zhu, focused solely on squeezing and ravaging each bloody wound.

Luo Zhu trembled with pain, her vision blurred, cold sweat poured down her face, and her teeth bit deeply into her lower lip, drawing a thin line of crimson blood. To distract herself, she roared inwardly.

What kind of lousy ancient world is this? Is there soapy water? Is there iodine? Is there a rabies vaccine? She remembered that after being scratched or bitten by a dog, she first had to repeatedly wash the wound with concentrated soapy water for half an hour, then disinfect it with iodine, and finally go to the hospital for a rabies vaccine within 24 hours. For a wound as deep as hers, she probably should also receive an injection of immunoglobulin. What the hell is there here! She could only keep squeezing the wound to let the toxic blood drain out. If she died of rabies, she would definitely become a vengeful ghost and travel even further back in time to wipe out the ancestors of the Tibetan Mastiff for eighteen generations.

"All done." After what seemed like an eternity, Gesang Zhuoma's heavenly voice finally rang out.

Luo Zhu breathed a huge sigh of relief, feeling as if she had been pulled from the water. Her head was a little dizzy, showing mild signs of ischemia.

"Quickly bandage it," she said weakly, glancing at the dried, bleeding wound.

Gesang Zhuoma responded, hastily wiping away her tears, and hurriedly began bandaging. In no time, Luo Zhu's arms resembled mummies. The tight bandages prevented her elbows from bending, but the pain had lessened considerably; perhaps it was numbness from the pain.

Luo Zhu raised her arm and examined it closely, then chuckled, "Zhuoma, I didn't expect you to be so good at bandaging wounds."

"My father and brother sometimes get injured while hunting, and it's my mother and I who bandage them," Gesang Zhuoma said worriedly, looking at her two arms wrapped in bandages. "Sister Luo Zhu, what should we do? Your arms will have unsightly scars."

"Don't worry, I can go to a beauty salon to remove them," Luo Zhu said nonchalantly.

"Go to a beauty salon to remove scars?"

"Uh, it's okay if you don't understand, I'm just joking, just joking." Luo Zhu turned her head slightly; she wanted to pound the ground and cry again. Damn it, where in this dilapidated ancient world could you find a cosmetic surgery clinic?! Even South Korea, famous throughout Asia for its advanced cosmetic surgery industry, didn't have a cosmetic surgery department yet!! After roaring inwardly, she turned back to Gesang Zhuoma, giving her a smile that was more like a grimace, "Zhuoma, I sincerely hope that Langcuo is still alive."

Gesang Zhuoma's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she nodded vigorously: "Me too. Brother Langcuo loves Sister Luozhu so much, even if all the men in the world despise Sister Luozhu, he certainly won't despise you."

Don't make her sound like some worthless trash that no man would take her in! She's disfigured in the arm, not the face! As long as she's willing to become wicked, her youthful face can still manage to seduce men, okay? Besides, there are snow-capped mountains everywhere here; there must be some ancient, thousand-year-old beauty treasures like snow lotus growing there. Who knows, maybe she'll run into a skilled healer and her scars will disappear? Luozhu was resentful, extremely resentful. Why wasn't she suffering internal injuries? If she was too embarrassed to cry, she could at least openly spit out blood to show the torrent of sorrow and resentment within her.

She listlessly directed Gesang Zhuoma to get the knife, and just as she stood up, ready to continue on her way, the moment she looked up, all the blood in her body froze.

A massive head, a broad nose, and a short, thick bridge. Its blue, triangular eyes, piercingly sharp and ruthless, gazed at them with a chilling calm. Its thick muzzle remained closed, but the sharp teeth it vaguely revealed gleamed with a cold, menacing light. A thick, erect mane covered its muscular neck, resembling that of a silver-grey African lion, reflecting shimmering silver light in the cold white lamplight, adding an air of noble and majestic magnificence.

Unexpectedly, just four or five meters away in the dark passage, stood a silver-grey mastiff as large as a Tibetan donkey. Luo Zhu knew it all too well, intimately. So well that she could still vividly recall the heavy pressure on her shoulders, the sharp, hard claws against her skin, the warm, slightly fishy breath, and the deep, guttural growls that seemed to emanate from the depths of the earth.

This silver-grey Tibetan mastiff was the very same one that had captured her in Namua Village! Back then, the venerable Shakyamuni was there to call and command it. But now? Was that terrifying man also following behind this Tibetan mastiff? Or were there countless Tibetan mastiffs lurking in this dark passage? Like

the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; like the snipe and the clam fighting, the fisherman reaping the benefits.

Luo Zhu's scalp tingled and tightened. She truly didn't want to admit that the Tibetan mastiff opposite her was the oriole and the fisherman, and that she was about to be cannon fodder.

She and Gesang Zhuoma supported each other, their faces deathly pale. Their hands gripped the knife, trembling uncontrollably. Just by looking at it, one could tell that this silver-gray Tibetan mastiff was far more lethal and intimidating than the brown one they had killed earlier. And now, they lacked the energy and strength. How could they possibly escape from this mastiff's claws?

The Tibetan Mastiff slowly strode towards them, each step light and elegant, full of powerful beauty and languid leisure.

"Don't come any closer!" Luo Zhu suddenly lit a lighter and coldly shouted, "Or I'll burn you bald!" A noticeable tremor appeared in her cold voice, greatly diminishing its threat.

The blue, triangular eyes glanced at them coldly, a hint of mockery appearing on its face. It then lowered its head, circled the dead mastiff halfway around, sniffed its head carefully, and licked the wound on its neck.

"Zhuoma, am I seeing things because I've lost too much blood? I actually saw mockery in a mastiff's eyes," Luo Zhu asked incredulously, staring intently at the dog's every move.

"No, there really was mockery in its eyes, like...like it looked down on us," Gesang Zhuoma replied blankly.

"Could it be a spirit?" Luo Zhu was pondering when she was suddenly startled by the fierce and ruthless glint of light shooting towards her. "Don't come any closer!" In a panic, she abruptly grabbed the knife and held it tightly, her arms stiff as she pointed it at the strange, almost human-like mastiff.

The mastiff glanced at the knife in her hand, then suddenly howled at her and turned to walk deeper into the dark passage. After taking two steps, it turned back and, seeing that they hadn't moved, howled impatiently twice more.

Uh, what's going on? Why didn't it pounce on her and tear her apart? Luo Zhu couldn't understand. She tentatively asked, "You...you mean you want us to come with you?"

"Awooo—"

the mastiff howled, and seemed to nod.

Uh, she really had encountered a demon or monster. Luo Zhu hesitated for a moment, still unable to believe this bizarre and illogical fact, and asked again, "Are you...are you sure?"

"Awooo—"

The Tibetan Mastiff howled again, but this time it was filled with a ferocity born of extreme restraint.

It was true, this Tibetan Mastiff was really making them follow it, not treating them as prey to be torn apart.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma shuddered simultaneously, exchanging silent glances.

Should they...follow it? Luo Zhu raised an eyebrow and gestured towards the mastiff.

There was no escape. Gesang Zhuoma blinked, pointing out an irreversible and tragic truth.

The two women slumped down, helplessly lifting their feet, moving step by step behind the Tibetan Mastiff with extreme fear and trepidation.

Where would the Tibetan Mastiff take them? Would they live or die ahead? Everything was unknown. What was known was that their escape route was blocked by a mastiff, and one of them had both arms disfigured.

Luo Zhu suddenly felt that her first escape could truly be called "the escape of a pig." If she had known this would happen, she would have been better off just squatting in the cave and waiting for a better opportunity.

Chapter 037 The Game of the Beast King (Part 1)

The underground cave in the mountains was dark and gloomy, while the world outside the mountains was brightly lit and dazzling.

To the west of the mountains where the capital city was located was a cliff hundreds of meters high, below which was a deep and wide ravine. At the bottom of the ravine, there were jagged rocks and weeds and shrubs, and a clear stream flowed gently along the edge of the ravine. Beside the stream were two or three irregularly shaped small pools, with wisps of white steam rising from them, which turned out to be several natural hot springs.

The sunlight shining into the ravine was still bright and dazzling, but the warmth it contained had been greatly diminished.

Two rows of soldiers stood in the ravine, wielding spears, long swords at their waists, and carrying bows and arrows. They wore felt hats, short-sleeved blue cloth robes covered with leather, and over these robes were dark brown lacquered cowhide armors. Each soldier was tall and imposing, exuding a fierce and imposing aura. Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video, Fan Bingbing's lower body realistically molded, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large-particle protrusions, closely matching the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... Intense and irresistible! Click to enter

a wider area where a platform about four meters square and one meter high was built using thin, sturdy stone slabs. The platform was covered with crimson felt, and in the center stood a golden couch inlaid with precious gems. On the couch was a wide tiger skin with bright fur, the complete tiger head extending two feet below the couch. Two powerful and elegant snow leopards lay prone on either side of the chaise lounge in front of it, basking contentedly in the dappled sunlight with their eyes half-closed.

Kneeling to the right of the chaise lounge was a young maidservant holding a silver tray and a wine jug. She wore a pink printed silk robe with fur coverings, her hair, braided into countless fine braids, tied back to her shoulders and adorned with three silver flower ornaments of varying sizes. A cow-horn-shaped beaded crown adorned her head, a row of silver chains hanging from her forehead, and a necklace of turquoise and red coral around her neck. Beside her was another young maidservant dressed similarly, bowing slightly, head bowed, ready to pour wine for her master.

A particularly tall and imposing man leaned lazily against the chaise lounge, his long, slightly wavy, dark brown hair braided into several thin braids on either side, adorned with exquisite silver skull rings inlaid with sapphires, and a ruby the size of a broad bean adorned his left earlobe. Around her neck hung a string of nine-eyed dzi beads, two strings of red coral of different sizes, and a string of amber beads. She wore a pure black brocade lambskin robe, with the hem and sleeves inlaid with precious snow leopard skin. The lower half of the front placket used the different colors naturally formed by the snow leopard skin to form a cross pattern. The snow leopard skin edge was edged with a narrower piece of dark blue brocade, and then decorated with flat gold and silver threads.

The man's muscular waist was bound by two belts. One was a wide belt specifically for cinching the waist, and the other a narrow belt around the upper hips, both made of engraved and gilded silver plates. The belts were inlaid with sapphires of varying sizes, and the edges were engraved with auspicious patterns of lotuses and peacocks. Hanging from his front waist was a long, black-gold, sixteen-petaled lotus-skull dagger inlaid with sapphires and a silver treasure box in the shape of a horse's head, also inlaid with sapphires. At his lower back hung a black-gold, three-section whip with a white vine-wrapped handle. Wide, snow-white silk trousers were tucked into a pair of high-top, thick black leather boots. The sides of the boots were inlaid with two rows of small silver buckles, interspersed with gold ribbons about an inch wide, the gold tassels swaying gently at the sides of the boots.

The man's attire was extraordinarily luxurious, exuding an aura of subservience and coldness from head to toe. He was none other than the King of the Guge Kingdom—Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun. As the highest-ranking king of Guge, he should have stood atop his luxurious palace overlooking his subjects, or ridden a magnificent steed surveying his territory. Yet today, he rested leisurely in this ravine.

After conquering far and wide and seizing more territory, he decided to play a game in his spare time—a game better than nothing. His dark brown eyes, majestic and sharp as a vulture's, coldly swept across the female slaves below, who had been divided into two groups by soldiers. A emotionless smile played on his lips.

Their faces had been forcibly washed by the soldiers by the stream, revealing features that were either young and innocent, youthful and beautiful, or plain and unremarkable. They huddled below, none daring to look him in the eye, their faces filled with terror, like a group of pitiful, pathetic, and repulsive rats.

Hmm, however, one of the female slaves directly opposite him looked different from the others. Her skin was fairer than most women's, and beneath her long, slender, dark eyebrows were a pair of bright, large eyes. Below her delicate nose were full, alluring lips. Her figure was curvaceous, and her pure beauty possessed a vibrant, almost heroic air that immediately caught the eye. Although her cheeks were pale and her eyes were filled with fear, she managed to maintain her composure, comforting the terrified girl beside her with a handshake.

He remembered this female slave leading a dozen or so others astray in a maze, eventually being escorted out by soldiers stationed there. The soldiers monitoring from the hidden opening reported that this female slave had instigated the escape, using a knife to pry open all the locks and cut the ropes binding the escaped slaves' wrists. A beautiful and self-important female slave—it was because of her instigation that this escape game could proceed smoothly. Shouldn't she be given a reward?

Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun slowly twirled the luminous cup in his hand, a bloodthirsty, mocking glint flashing in his sharp eagle eyes.

"Lie, have all the female slaves come out?" he asked calmly to the man standing to the left of the couch.

Standing to the left of the couch was none other than Lie Shakya Tashi, the captain of the Royal Black Flag Guard, and one of the most trusted confidants of the King of Guge. Today, he wore a fox fur hat, a gleaming silver earring on his left ear, and two circles of red coral prayer beads around his neck. He wore a purple-blue brocade robe covered with fur, the cuffs, hem, and collar trimmed with fox fur. A three-section wide belt of dark brown cowhide, inlaid with several silver beads, was tied around his waist. A long sword hung from his front waist, a silver treasure box slung across his shoulder, and a short sword dangled from his hip. He wore a pair of thick, high-top black leather boots, the uppers secured with colorful ribbons. His rugged, cruel face, surprisingly softened by this attire, lost some of its bloodthirstiness and gained a touch of wild nobility.

He narrowed his eyes, carefully scanning the crowd below, before bowing respectfully and reporting, "Your Majesty, not all have emerged yet. There's still no sign of movement from the hidden passage where the mastiffs are lurking."

Zanbu Zhuotun's eyes flickered slightly. He sipped his wine, a half-smile playing on his lips, and looked towards a spot about two meters above the bottom of the ravine. There, dense bushes grew, seemingly unremarkable at first glance. Only by parting the bushes could one discover a secret passageway, barely wide enough for one person to pass through. In the escape game he orchestrated, although he had deactivated all the secret passage mechanisms and ordered the soldiers guarding the shadows not to wield their swords indiscriminately, ensuring the safety of the female slaves, most of the passageways were dead ends or mazes. The escaped female slaves would eventually be escorted out by the soldiers. There was only one secret passage leading to the western ravine, and within this passage lay dozens of ferocious mastiffs. There's only one fate for intruders: death!

"Are you sure any female slaves will emerge alive from that secret passage?" Zanbu Zhuodun glanced sideways at Shakya Tashi, stretched, and blended a lion's noble languor with a wolf's cruelty. His right elbow rested on the armrest of the couch, playfully pouring the remaining wine from the luminous cup, drop by drop, onto the felt. The dark red liquid quickly bloomed into tiny, damp flowers on the crimson carpet.

“Uncertain.” Shakya Tashi paused, then added, “However, I did discover that a female slave captured by the Silver Lion herself has not yet emerged.”

“Oh?” Zanbu Zhuodun became interested, casually placing the empty luminous cup onto the silver tray carried by the maid. “Could it be that the Silver Lion didn’t tear its prey apart in one bite, but merely pinned it under its paws?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

“It seems the Silver Lion desires a slave to serve it.” Zanbu Zhuodun seemed thoughtful, a slight curve appearing on his full, sharp lips. His left hand gently caressed the large sapphire skull and lotus silver ring on his right middle finger. “However, gaining the Silver Lion’s favor…” He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two snow leopards at his feet, and said coldly, “is far more difficult than gaining the favor of Big Snow and Little Snow.”

The two dozing snow leopards suddenly tensed up upon hearing their master utter their names, their pointed ears immediately turning to look. After waiting a moment and seeing no further orders, he turned his head, relaxed his body, and closed his eyes to rest again.

Shakya Tashi looked down at the two magnificent snow leopards at the king's feet, then looked up at the bushes opposite, a cruel smile creeping into his sharp eyes. Yes, was that cunning, fox-like, filthy woman alive or dead?

"Your Majesty, shall we wait a little longer, or begin the next game?" he asked respectfully, bowing his head.

"Wait a little longer. It's rare to encounter something interesting." Zanbu Zhuodun's upper lip slightly parted, his sharply defined features revealing no emotion. As

soon as he finished speaking, the dense bushes opposite suddenly rippled, a movement completely different from the wind. Then, from a gap, a small, filthy face emerged, its features adorned with a pair of dark, gleaming eyes.

Those excited eyes darted around once before slowly freezing, their dark pupils gradually filling with boundless despair.

"Awooo—" A deep, guttural howl echoed from within the cliff face, seemingly filled with displeasure.

As if propelled by a powerful force, a startled cry of "Ah—" escaped, and a dirty little face lunged forward. A blood-soaked object then plummeted from the two-meter-high passageway, landing with a thud at the bottom of the overgrown ravine.

"Sister Luo Zhu—" A scream followed, and another filthy object rolled down from the passageway, landing squarely on top of the fallen object.

Immediately afterward, a fierce, silver-gray mastiff emerged, nimbly leaping down from the two-meter-high passageway and landing steadily beside the two filthy figures. Then another mastiff leaped down, two more... more than thirty ferocious mastiffs of varying coat colors leaped down from the passageway one after another.

"Lie, Yinni brought out two live female slaves. Go check if the one underneath who was used as a scapegoat is dead." A hint of interest appeared in Zanbu Zhuodun's sinister and cold eagle eyes. "If it's dead, reward it to the mastiffs. If it's not dead, drag it over and prepare for the next game."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Shakya Tashi bowed elegantly and respectfully to Zanbu Zhuodun, his tall body leaping down from the platform, striding towards the two lumps surrounded by the mastiffs.

Chapter 038 The Beast King's Game (Part Two)

After being forced to follow the silver-gray mastiff for dozens of steps, Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma deeply rejoiced at how wise and correct their decision to give up the fight was.

Fortunately, no soldiers guarded this secret passage. However, unfortunately, every few dozen steps, a man-eating mastiff, more terrifying than any soldier, lurked within. Pairs of mastiff eyes gleamed with a ferocious, predatory light in the dim light, and suppressed, deep howls emanated from their thick, furry necks. Yet, as the silver-gray mastiffs leading the way passed, their forelegs were all half-prostrate on the ground, their massive heads slightly lowered, as if in submission to a king. As soon as they passed, they automatically followed behind.

Ahead were the ferocious mastiffs, behind were the ferocious mastiffs; the passage was barely wide enough for her and Gesang Zhuoma to walk side by side. Escape was undoubtedly a beautiful but unattainable dream. Luo Zhu had no time to contemplate the torture that awaited her ahead. Her greatest fear, the constant vigilance she felt, was whether the pack of mastiffs following behind would be aroused by the scent of blood on her, suddenly attacking and tearing her to pieces, leaving not a trace.

The 9-centimeter blade was still sharp, but she had sheathed it in the hilt. Before dozens of ferocious mastiffs, this Swiss Army knife, which had provided her with countless conveniences and allowed her to escape countless times, seemed so weak and useless.

"Sister Luo Zhu, there seems to be light ahead!" Her hand tightened, and Gesang Zhuoma's excited voice rang in her ears.

Luo Zhu looked up and stared intently ahead. Sure enough, several points of white light appeared faintly in the distance—it was… the light of nature! Could it be that the mastiffs leading the way were planning to release them on their own? A sudden surge of joy welled up within her. In her excitement, she dragged Gesang Zhuoma sideways past the silver-grey mastiff leading the way, stumbling and running wildly towards the light.

The entrance to the secret passage! It was the entrance to the secret passage! It was a genuine secret passage! Crouching before it, she almost wept with joy. Carefully parting the dense bushes concealing the entrance, she peeked out. Then, her initial surprise, excitement, and exhilaration turned into boundless despair.

Her hunch was correct; to the west was a cliff, below which lay a deep ravine, and within that ravine was a highly concealed exit to the secret passage. But why were rows of heavily armed soldiers standing in the ravine? A stone platform faced the entrance, upon which sat or stood several men and women, and two snow leopards lay prone. Below the platform, kneeling, were several familiar-looking female slaves. The man seated in the center of the platform, dressed in opulent robes and exuding an aura of utter ruthlessness, was none other than the Guge King, whose very being radiated beastly charisma. Standing beside him was the captain of the royal Black Cavalry, the Dharma King's Choni Chenpo—Lie Shakya Tashū—who had repeatedly tormented her.

The phrase "waiting for a rabbit to run into a tree stump" flashed through Luo Zhu's mind like a thousand galloping horses, a frenzy of rage raging within her. How could the man-eating mastiffs trained by this beastly king and his beastly soldiers be any kind of good? She had been foolishly imagining things. She had indeed staged a pig's escape for the beast's amusement! Perhaps the reason Alan Nima and she had heard the news of the mating was deliberately leaked by the beast king, his purpose being to force them to desperately flee for his own entertainment. No wonder there weren't any soldiers guarding the grotto, no wonder they were fed and watered to replenish their strength, no wonder there weren't any deadly traps in the secret passage! Go back! I'm going back to squatting in the grotto, I'm determined not to be a monkey accompanying beasts!

She was indignantly preparing to pull herself back when suddenly something forcefully pushed and shoved her from the entrance of the secret passage, sending her tumbling down.

She spun, the sky spun, the ground spun, and the back of her head slammed into the ground. Circles of darkness spun before her eyes, their paths strewn with tiny golden stars.

Thump—

a not-so-light object pressed heavily on her chest and abdomen, compounding the pain. A tightness in her chest, a dull pain in her stomach, her breathing stopped, and she vomited up the coarse tsampa mixed with stomach acid that had just entered her stomach. The darkness before her eyes seemed to intensify, spinning faster, and the tiny stars seemed to multiply even more.

Dizziness, headache, shoulder pain, back pain, buttock pain, chest pain, hand pain, foot pain… every limb felt like it was falling apart, leaving her completely powerless. She tried to open her eyes, but the blurriness made it impossible to see anything clearly; she just wanted to lie there, lie there forever.

“Sister Luo Zhu! Sister Luo Zhu!” Although the heavy weight on her chest and abdomen was slowly being removed, a cacophony of cries continued unabated. Her already weakened body was being cruelly and violently shaken, making her even more dizzy and aching.

Damn it, you idiot Zhuoma! I was trying to shield you, but at least you should have some common sense and conscience to check if my bones are broken! Why did you stupidly transform into that Roaring Master Ma and shake me like that? If you keep shaking me like that, I'll really die of a concussion!

As if understanding her inner cries, the violent shaking suddenly stopped, the crying subsided, and a pair of strong hands began to roam over her body. Not erotic, not obscene, but a serious examination of the damage to every bone in her body. His large hand touched her two arms, wrapped in bandages, and suddenly gripped them tightly.

"Ah—"

With a deafening scream, she abruptly opened her eyes, her unfocused pupils finally sharpening, breaking free from the dark fog to see a vibrant world.

A ribbon of blue sky with white clouds, dappled with brilliant golden sunlight. In the shadows, a rugged and cruel man's face grinned menacingly at her.

"The bones aren't broken, you're just dirtier and uglier now." Shakyamuni grinned, revealing a white, magnetic glint, and raised one of her arms, waving it in front of her face. His forceful grip had stained the white cloth with large patches of fresh, crimson blood, a horrifying sight.

Luo Zhu glanced at him blankly; whether she lived or died was no longer in her own hands, and she had no strength left to resist.

Shakyamuni grabbed one of her blood-smeared hands, sniffed it, and a hint of appreciation crept into his cruel smile. "Killing a mastiff to gain the favor of the Silver Lion, even if these arms are severed, it's worth it." He raised a Swiss Army knife he'd picked up from the ground, raised an eyebrow, and affirmed, "This is what I used."

The knife had slipped from his grasp during the fall, and the LED light bulb embedded in the hilt had struck a sharp rock, breaking. It was better that this modern light bulb was broken; at least it wouldn't make her look like a monster.

"Give it back!" Luo Zhu's first reaction was to demand her multi-purpose tool knife, which she'd relied on for three years, with unwavering righteousness. Only after seeing the man's amused gaze did she belatedly realize how foolish her actions had been. She immediately closed her eyes slightly, shut her mouth, and became a silent, wooden figure, a desperate attempt to salvage the situation.

“Go ask the king for it yourself.” Looking at this cunning, dirty woman with sharp reflexes, Shakyamuni was in a good mood, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth and smiling broadly. He didn't care about Luo Zhu's filth, grabbing her arm and easily hoisting her onto his shoulder. “Come with me.” He looked down at Gesang Zhuoma, who was slumped on the ground, her face filled with terror, and said coldly, his smile instantly freezing into a murderous glint in his eyes.

Her hand was broken, her hand was broken, her hand was broken! Luo Zhu convulsed and trembled, hanging upside down on the man's strong, broad, steel-like back. Her soft belly was suddenly jolted by the hard object, and she opened her mouth, vomiting a mouthful of stomach acid, most of it splattering onto the man's understatedly luxurious robes.

Shakyamuni slapped her buttocks hard as punishment, but didn't dwell on it, striding back to the platform where the king was, and without any pity, threw the dirty woman on his shoulder to the ground. Fortunately, Gesang Zhuoma, who was staggering behind, fell to the ground in time and caught Luo Zhu with her body, preventing her from falling a second time.

"Sister Luo Zhu, are you...are you alright?" Gesang Zhuoma asked with difficulty. She was lying on the ground, grimacing and unable to move.

"Concussion...dizziness...my whole body aches...I can't move..." Luo Zhu lay back on her back, squinting at the narrow patch of blue sky, honestly describing her current physical condition.

Gesang Zhuoma didn't understand the first part of her sentence, and although she understood the second part, she didn't have the strength to move or turn over to check on and take care of the patient lying on top of her. She could only say helplessly, "I...I can't move either, Sister Luo Zhu, just...just lie on my back...and rest."

Were they considered to be in the same boat? Luo Zhu was trying to find some humor in her predicament when suddenly, a shadow fell over her head, and a huge silver-gray mastiff's head came into view, its deep, fierce, and ruthless blue triangular eyes.

What? Trying to bite her? Her heart, which had been on the verge of collapse, began to pound wildly again. She mustered all her remaining strength to glare fiercely back at those triangular, slanted eyes. "I've already fallen to this miserable state," she thought. "The barefoot aren't afraid of those wearing shoes, the ruthless are afraid of those who don't value their lives. Am I supposed to be afraid of a son of a bitch before I die?"

The silver-gray mastiff's head swayed slightly, and a scarlet tongue darted out, licking her incredibly filthy face from her chin up to her forehead. Even through the thick layer of blood, she could clearly feel the roughness and warmth of that tongue.

Luo Zhu froze. She wasn't unfamiliar with being licked by pet dogs, but she had never been licked by such a terrifying, man-eating mastiff that wasn't her own.

After the lick, the mastiff rested its head on her high, firm breasts, rubbing against their elastic softness, then closed its eyes with considerable satisfaction.

Luo Zhu froze. This was… a lecherous mastiff?!

The interaction between the human and the mastiff below the stage was observed by the two men on the stage, both revealing a barely perceptible look of surprise.

“The Silver Lion really chose her to serve?” Zanbu Zhuodun raised an eyebrow.

“Probably.” Shakya Tashi lowered his brows and eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. The dirty woman was lucky; the Silver Lion was the head mastiff among the thousands of mastiffs in the army, and was greatly favored by the king.

Zanbu Zhuodun toyed with the short knife that Shakya Tashi had presented, pulling out various tools embedded in the hilt one by one. His rough, bronze-colored fingers traced the blood-stained grooves on the large blade, his eyes darkening: “Lie, that female slave used this small knife to slaughter the mastiffs?”

“Yes.”

“Here you go.” He casually tossed the knife away.

“Your subject thanks Your Majesty for the reward.” Shakya Tashi caught the hilt precisely and quickly bowed in gratitude.

"Hehe, let's begin the next game." Zanbu Zhuotun cracked his knuckles, producing a series of crisp sounds. He leisurely rose from the couch, strolled to the front of the platform, and his gaze towards the female slaves below gradually turned sinister and monstrous.

Chapter 039 The Beast King's Game (Part 3)

Clap—Clap—Clap—

He clapped his hands three times, and a squad of soldiers immediately rushed forward and overturned the thirty-odd female slaves kneeling on the right side of the platform. Ignoring their struggles and cries, they quickly tore off all their clothes, leaving them naked.

Half a step behind, Shakya Tashi put his index finger in his mouth and blew a sharp whistle. Dozens of mastiffs immediately shook their heads and ran behind each female slave, circling back and forth, their muffled howls filled with inexplicable excitement.

Each soldier subduing the female slaves took out a pill and threw it into the mouths of the mastiffs. The dogs, as if injected with stimulants, became increasingly agitated and frenzied. Their eyes gradually turned bloodshot, their massive mouths opened halfway, emitting heavy, guttural breaths, and foul-smelling saliva dripped continuously. Most terrifyingly, a thick, red, and grotesque rod protruded from the lower abdomen of each dog.

The hundred or so female slaves kneeling in the center of the platform were forced to look to their right by soldiers whipping them with leather whips; their faces were deathly pale with terror.

"What Guge needs are mothers who can give birth to powerful slaves. Slaves who dare not even escape are only fit to be playthings and food for the mastiffs," Zanpu Zhuotun coldly declared from the platform, like a god, addressing the prostrate female slaves.

Shakyamuni blew his whistle again, and the frenzied mastiffs, as if released from a tether, almost simultaneously stood on their hind legs. Their upper limbs were placed behind the naked female slaves, and with practiced skill, or rather, with practiced ease, they thrust their genitals into their lower bodies.

"Ah—no—no—"

"No! Ahh—"

The stripped female slaves and the forced-to-watching female slaves all screamed, their piercing cries echoing through the ravine, startling several vultures perched on the rocks.

The naked female slaves' faces were contorted, their muscles tense, crying and screaming, desperately twisting their bodies to escape the mastiffs' assault. However, they were firmly pinned to the ground by the valiant soldiers' hands and large, iron-like feet, with no way to escape, unable to move, only able to utter heart-wrenching, helpless, and indignant cries. Many tender passages, not properly moistened, were brutally torn apart by the mastiff's hard, hot, thick penis. Blood gushed out with each rapid thrust, moistening the dry, cold earth.

Nearby, whips cracked in the air. Soldiers allowed the female slaves to wail and scream, but anyone who dared to cover their ears or close their eyes to avoid seeing or hearing would be whipped until their skin was torn and bleeding.

Zanbu Zhuodun had retreated to his chair, sipping fine grape wine while coldly observing the lewd and tragic scene of bestiality below. A noble, icy smile played on his lips.

"Sister Luo... Sister Luozhu... I... I saw... I saw... hell..." Tears streamed down Gesang Zhuoma's face, her fingers digging deep into the withered grass, her lips trembling uncontrollably, and her body shaking uncontrollably.

"Hell...?" Luo Zhu lay back on Gesang Zhuoma's back, her head throbbing with dizziness at the slightest movement. She couldn't see the carnage on the far right; all she could see was blue sky and white clouds, and a few clumps of bushes and weeds extending from the steep cliffs and ravines. Although she heard the Beast King's cruel words and the women's painful and humiliating screams, having crawled out of the Namua village slaughterhouse, she no longer had much of a reaction or interest in understanding. Her entire focus was on the heavy, terrifying mastiff head dozing against her chest. Don't be fooled by the mastiff's current docile appearance, like a Chihuahua; who knows if its mouth might suddenly snap and bite her the next moment?

“Mastiffs… are raping women… beasts… beasts are having sex with women!” Gesang Zhuoma bit at the withered grass on the ground, her voice filled with hatred, sobs, and sorrow. “The mastiffs’ mouths were biting the back of the women’s necks, their claws were digging into the women’s shoulders, the women’s bodies were covered in torn flesh, and blood was flowing everywhere. The soldiers who were suppressing them were squeezing and playing with their breasts, tearing off their nipples, and digging and churning in their mouths and genitals. Blood, so much blood. They’re not human, they’re not human, they’re not human…” She described the scene she saw in detail to the unseen Luo Zhu, finally stopping at a hysterical murmur on the verge of collapse.

“You’re right, none of them are human.” Luo Zhu gently patted the trembling girl beneath him, softly comforting her. “Those mastiffs aren’t human, we slaves aren’t human, and the rest are all despicable beasts. Zhuoma, there’s nothing to be afraid of, be good, cry it out, cry it out and you won’t be afraid.” If she hadn’t been corrupted by the boundless depravity of the internet and adult films, she believed she, like the pure Gesang Zhuoma, would be close to collapse.

Slaves aren’t human, she now understood this more fully and deeply. Because slaves aren’t human, the beast king and his beast soldiers would use the slaves’ crude and clumsy escapes for entertainment, would laugh and watch the mastiffs and slaves mate, and would treat the slaves’ lives as worthless.

The sunlight in the ravine slanted onto the cliff face, and the swirling screams and cries never stopped. Time passed slowly, and Gesang Zhuoma’s sobs beneath him never ceased. From the cries, she learned that female slaves had died from the rape of mastiffs; that the excited mastiffs continued to ravage the corpses; that, satisfied, the mastiffs opened their jaws wide and, along with the vultures crouching on the rocks, devoured the bodies of female slaves. She learned that any female slave who fainted while watching were stripped naked and thrown out to be ravaged by the mastiffs until they were completely mutilated.

Her eyes, no longer red and swollen, remained dry and aching, just like two days ago, unable to shed tears. One hand patted Gesang Zhuoma beneath her, while the other gently touched the head of the mastiff nestled against her chest, scratching its chin and ears.

The fear of the mastiff on her body gradually faded with each piercing cry and scream, and a strange sense of gratitude rose within her. If it weren't for this mastiff, she and Gesang Zhuoma would have been devoured by the mastiffs in the secret passage long ago. If it weren't for the mastiff lying on her chest, she might have become a female slave, ravaged to death by beasts.

"Lie, select a few pretty girls from this group of escaped female slaves to serve as palace slaves, and send the rest to the breeding ward for mating." As the game neared its end, Zanbu Zhuodun instructed Shakya Tashi beside him.

"Yes." Shakya Tashi bowed his head in response, his eyes darting around as he pointed to the area below the platform, "Your Majesty, what about the female slaves chosen by Yinni?"

"If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten." Zanbu Zhuodun raised his right eyebrow, revealing a cold cruelty beneath his fierce and dignified demeanor, "These are the first slaves chosen by Yinni." He rose from the couch, holding a wine cup, jumped off the stone platform, and walked a few steps to Luo Zhu.

The mastiff that had been feigning sleep on Luo Zhu's chest suddenly raised its head, let out a soft, submissive howl, and then quickly retreated under the piercing gaze of Yinni's majestic and sharp eyes. The woman

beneath him, Gesang Zhuoma, overwhelmed by the overwhelming kingly majesty and bloodthirsty aura, forgot to cry. Luo Zhu, lying on her back, was forced to meet the gaze looking down upon her. Her heart tightened, her breath almost stopped, and her limbs trembled helplessly.

The beast king's gaze was sinister and cold, sharp and menacing, like a vulture slowly surveying her body as it appraised its prey. His unfathomable dark brown pupils were filled with chilling ruthlessness and indifference, behind which lurked a brutal, bloodthirsty madness. Under this ferocious, icy gaze, her body seemed to freeze inch by inch, from flesh to soul.

"Lie, wash her face clean." The deep, resonant voice carried a slight magnetism, yet was utterly cold and ruthless.

“Yes.” Shakyamuni pulled Luo Zhu out of the water, strode to the hot spring, grabbed the back of her head with one hand, and forced her head completely underwater. His other hand roughly rubbed her face.

Warm water instantly filled her ears, nostrils, eyes, and mouth, causing her to cough and swallow several mouthfuls of hot spring water. The hand gripping her head was like an iron claw, allowing her no struggle. The rough hand ravaging her face showed no mercy, the forceful rubbing as if treating a piece of dead wood.

Luo Zhu, dizzy and in pain, endured the man's abuse, finally being pulled from the water just as she was about to drown.

When Zanbu Zhuodun and Shakyamuni saw the face washed by the hot spring water, they were both slightly taken aback. The face was red and swollen, covered with mottled patches of skin, ugly and disgusting like a molting snake.

“Ugly as a pig. Since Yinni likes it, let her be a mastiff servant to attend to him.” Zanbu Zhuodun sneered and turned to walk away. His bodyguards had already brought over the tiger-skin chair, with two snow leopards and a silver-grey mastiff following beside it. He lifted his robe, sat down on the chair, and said calmly to Shakya Tashi, “Raise her for a few days, then send her to Yinni’s side.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Shakya Tashi knelt on one knee and bowed, respectfully seeing the King of Guge off.

After the king's procession had gone far away, he turned to look at the dying female slave leaning against his arm. He flicked her swollen, peeling face with his fingers and mocked, "Just as the king said, you're as ugly as a pig."

Luo Zhu gasped in pain and weakly echoed, "Yes, I'm as ugly as a pig." She was truly grateful that the wind and sun of the past few days had made her sensitive face swollen, peeling, and unrecognizable, so that the beastly king hadn't noticed her.

"Consider yourself lucky." Shakya Tashi flicked her cheek again, enjoying watching her gasp in pain.

"Lord Lie, the mastiff in the secret passage was killed by me and Zhuoma. Please let her become a mastiff slave with me." Although the man half-embracing her was equally cruel and a beast, he was also the beast she had encountered the most. He had absolute power; begging him was a last resort.

"To reward your good fortune, I grant your request." Shakyamuni grinned sinisterly, breathing intimately into her ear and whispering, "Remember what I said before, never be foolish enough to climb into the king's bed."

Amid her bewildered gaze, he carried her back to where he stood, tossing her onto Gesang Zhuoma, and walked happily towards another group of female slaves.

Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma clung tightly together, their backs turned, covering their ears, trying desperately to avoid seeing or hearing.

Chapter 040 Live Sex Scene

"Ah...ah...my lord...please spare me...gently...gently...mmm..." The woman on the low couch had deep honey-colored skin, a curvaceous and alluring figure. Sometimes she raised her legs in unbearable ecstasy, sometimes her limbs convulsed and spasmed. Her beautiful black eyebrows were furrowed, her half-closed eyes were hazy and dreamy, and her body was drenched in fragrant sweat. The beautiful woman's head swayed intermittently, glistening saliva trickling from the corners of her mouth as she uttered pleas filled with both intense pain and ecstasy.

The man riding her was tall and strong, his dark skin and bulging muscles powerful and muscular, exuding immense strength. Beads of sweat splattered from his body, revealing a wildly seductive sensuality. His rugged and grotesque features were now distorted, his usually cold and sharp eyes burning with a scorching savagery, making him seem less like a man consumed by lust and more like a ferocious beast tearing its prey apart. Low, beastly breaths escaped his throat as his steely hands gripped the woman's full breasts with increasing force, squeezing those most beautiful and sacred peaks out of shape.

He disregarded the woman's pain and feelings, attacking her frantically and brutally according to his own whims, producing loud sounds of flesh colliding, interspersed with the lewd sounds of intercourse.

This live, brutal sex act left Luo Zhu and Gesang Zhuoma, watching from the other side of the room, speechless and blushing.

Time flew by, and more than ten days passed in the blink of an eye after they had escaped the ravine.

As a mastiff slave ordered by the king to recuperate, Luo Zhu enjoyed the high-level treatment of a national treasure, a giant panda. She was taken by Shakyamuni to a sunlit cave at the foot of another mountain to rest, sleeping on a low couch made of soft grass and animal hides, and covered with a linen quilt stuffed with coarse cotton. She ate pure tsampa made from fine flour, dried beef strips, and fresh vegetables, and drank butter tea and milk tea. She wore linen clothes stuffed with coarse cotton, specially made for mastiff slaves, and of course, she was also rewarded with a plain sheepskin robe. A doctor was also invited to examine her body, treat her arm wound, and leave behind a pile of medicine before leaving.

Slaves like her, sick, disabled, and useless, were usually slaughtered by their masters to avoid wasting food. How could they possibly be kept in comfortable conditions with good beds, good food, good drink, good clothes, and good medical care? Were they possessed? When she asked Shakyamuni for a luxurious milk bath, on a whim, he surprisingly agreed. Was she really... possessed?! Not only did the slaves who brought her food and water look at her strangely, and the healers who treated her were filled with astonishment, but even she herself couldn't believe it. In the dead of night, she pinched her thighs for days, until the skin was bruised and battered, before finally realizing from the pain that the panda-like treatment she was receiving was real.

A mastiff slave, after all, was still a slave, and not a slave who served people, but a slave who served mastiffs. Literally, her rank should be even lower, so how could she enjoy such incomprehensible high-level treatment? She absolutely refused to believe that Shakyamuni was possessed, causing his overflowing affection. While secretly discussing this bizarre supernatural event with Gesang Zhuoma, the girl, who had narrowly escaped death, recovered completely after several days of peaceful rest. Her bright, captivating eyes even shone with a dreamlike light, and without a second thought, she insisted it was because Shakyamuni had fallen in love with her.

Loved her? That terrifying man, that inhuman beast, would love her? Luo Zhu rejected this chilling answer without a second's hesitation. Not to boast, but after much thought, she realized that this man had finally found such an interesting living toy and didn't want her to die too quickly, so he was raising her first, then slowly tormenting her for his entertainment. Just like when she was first captured, branding her, luring her to escape, watching her struggle painfully under the fangs and claws of a mastiff.

Hmm, a living toy? Fine, at least she still has some value in entertaining others. In this turbulent era where life is cheap and killing is rampant, she, a weak woman with barely the strength to kill a chicken, unfortunately reduced to slavery, can only survive by relying on this little bit of value. What does dignity matter? What does humiliation matter? What does entertaining others matter? Living is the most important thing, isn't it? Thinking too much will keep her tossing and turning at night; thinking too far ahead is just needless worry. She secretly decided that she would seize the opportunity to enjoy herself while she could. When forced to be a monkey to entertain others, she would struggle to survive and make the most of her only entertainment value.

After another strong mental preparation and role-definition, Luo Zhu lived much more comfortably during her recuperation period.

The Beast King, on the second day after she became a mastiff slave, personally led his army to conquer Pulan, and the head mastiff named Silver Lion also accompanied him. The ferocious beast Shakya Tashi, the Beast King's loyal confidant, did not accompany him on the campaign; his task was to guard the royal city. This task was no easier than going to war on the battlefield; it required defending against surprise attacks from external enemies and guarding against internal unrest. It was also during these few days that Luo Zhu understood that the Black Flag Corps was the royal guard's personal bodyguard, and the Black Cavalry Commander held a position equivalent to that of the Vice Minister, who assisted the Grand Minister in handling foreign and military affairs and frequently led troops in battle—a position of immense power and influence.

Although the Ali region in this timeline had formed the Ali tri-region of Purang, Ladakh, and Guge, history had changed for Guge starting with the fourth generation of the royal family. The king, who possessed direct lineage from the Tibetan royal family, was assassinated by his elder brother, the Grand Minister, who was his principal wife. The principal wife's maternal lineage was from a collateral branch of the Tibetan royal family, surnamed Muchi. After her brother seized the throne, through bloody suppression, he finally consolidated the newly established Muchi royal power, which has now passed to the current Guge King, Muchi Zanbu Zhuodun, who is the ninth generation. During the reign of King Muchi, the once-weak Bon religion flourished, further merging with Tibetan Buddhism, which was initiated by Atisha, the Indian high monk invited by the second Guge king, Yeshewo. Later, the Sakya school of teachings was introduced, ultimately forming the unique Ali Bon doctrine. Currently, the highest-ranking figure in the Guge Bon religion is the Lotus Dharma King, Pema Danji, who has been a monk since childhood. He is proficient in both the exoteric and esoteric schools of Bon, and is not only highly respected and loved by the people of Guge but also enjoys a considerable reputation throughout the entire Tibetan Plateau.

The Guge royal city of Zhaburang is located on the south bank of the Xiangquan River. The surrounding towns of Xiangzi, Xiangba, Dongga, and Piyang to the north, Duoxiang to the west, and Daba, Mana, and Qulong to the south possess considerable military strength and population. The beastly Guge king dispatched his chief minister to conquer Purang a month ago, and a few days ago personally led the final, devastating attack on Purang. The news that had been transmitted back indicated that the Purang royal palace had been captured, the Purang royal family had been exterminated, and a large number of slaves had been taken captive. In other words, the current territory of Guge extended north to the Snow Mountain in Rutog, south to India, west to Ladakh, and its easternmost sphere of influence reached the foothills of the Gangdise Mountains, encompassing the Peacock River Valley, sacred mountains, and holy lakes.

It can be said that the Guge Dynasty in this timeline, due to the mid-term change in royal bloodline, developed into an unprecedentedly powerful force. Would Guge then end its centuries-long period of division and fragmentation, becoming the new ruler of the Tibetan Plateau after the Tubo, pushing history further off course? Everything remained unknown; everything was fraught with too many variables.

The above information was what Shakyamuni had told her over the past ten days or so. Of course, his words were rather casual and scattered, even somewhat obscure. She had extracted these concepts by combining his fragmentary remarks with her knowledge of modern society. She didn't know why he would bring these things up with her from time to time. She always felt a mysterious, enigmatic glint in the corner of his lips when he told her these things, which made her uneasy.

However, she firmly believed in the adage that loose lips sink ships. When he spoke, she lowered her head and remained silent, striving to appear deaf, refusing to utter a single word unless absolutely necessary.

The doctor Shijia Tashiu found for her was quite skilled; after a few days of rest, the symptoms of her mild concussion finally disappeared, and the lost blood was replenished. The wounds on her arms began to heal, dozens of crisscrossing brownish-red scars, looking rather frightening. The numerous bruises from the collisions and falls gradually faded, her greatly depleted spirit was replenished, and her limbs regained their strength. Heaven had mercy; this once-flattened super-strong cockroach had become vibrant and healthy again.

"Zhuoma, do you still think that man is in love with me?" She gestured towards the man across the room who was engaged in vigorous activity, whispering sarcastically, "You're not going to tell me he's deliberately having sex with a woman in front of me to incite my jealousy, are you?"

Just over an hour ago, Shakya Tashi, who checked on her every day, brought a beautiful woman into the room. After boasting to her about how the "Beast King" had conquered Pulan, he pulled the beautiful woman onto the low couch where Gesang Zhuoma was resting and began to have sex with her without any restraint, completely oblivious to the concept of shame.

Gesang Zhuoma glanced fearfully at the man across from her, his face contorted in a ferocious struggle, his eyes bloodshot, looking like a demon, then quickly looked away and shook her head with difficulty.

The woman being forced beneath that man had already fainted, helplessly submitting to the beast's assault like a rag doll. She had three men, but even all three combined were not as ferocious and terrifying as this one man, who treated women like dirt.

"Sister Luo Zhu, get... as far away as possible..."

she murmured softly. The woman who had fainted was that man's concubine, and she had been treated so cruelly. How much more so were they, as slaves, objects of arbitrary humiliation and slaughter by these powerful figures? Crushing them was as easy as crushing an insect.

"It's good that you understand," Luo Zhu said earnestly, patting her hand and letting out a sigh of relief. It was good that the little girl who loved to indulge in unrealistic dreams had come to her senses, lest she later foolishly stumble upon a knife.

Before she finished speaking, the ferocious man opposite her let out a triumphant roar, finally ending this visually and aurally spectacular erotic drama.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/63916.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=63916&aspx=1

Previous Page : [Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 5

Next Page : [Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 7

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Fantasy] The Slave Wife Wants to Turn the Tables (Complete) - 6

comment Open a new window to view comments