Chapter 31 Torture

"Come on, let me see what's so powerful the students taught by Zhaerhua!" Bata raised his knife, and the bent blade was facing the night stars. His arms were very stable, and the long knife did not tremble at all. He looked at the weak and thin child along the back of his knife, with a cold smile at the corners of his mouth.

Night Starwood stood there and didn't know what to do. He had never competed with a real opponent. He has always been chopping at wooden stakes or learning the way of knives with the general. There has been no real confrontation! He has only learned knives for less than a month! There were full of mocking voices, and the domestic slaves had wild smiles on their faces. They gathered in a circle and surrounded Ye Xingchen and Bata in the middle, wanting to see the two fighting beasts - the beasts!

"Lift up your knife!" Bata suddenly roared, and there was his violent sound in the whole cave, shaking people's ears. The echoes in the cave surrounded the night stars one after another. Bata roared like a lion. Seeing the weak opponent in front of him, he was angry.

Ye Xingchen's body shook, clumsily raised the knife in his hand and held the handle tightly in both hands. His coral-red eyes looked at the barbarian teenager along the blade, and he had never felt such fear! There is no one I know around, no Uncle Yongkui, no brother Ye Yuanhong, no father, no Su Rile, no Yumeng, and even the little slave is not around. Only his powerless man and a knife faced the murderous opponent on the opposite side.

"Fight with me like a real warrior. If you win, I will let you go. If you lose, then tell Zha Erhua that you are a waste and can't learn knives, and take the initiative to quit! How's it going? Isn't it difficult for you? Ah!" Bata said with a ferocious smile that he was approaching the night stars step by step, and his arm was holding a knife flat. He looked along his blade, and the pale face of the god-like exquisite child opposite was divided into two halves... What if this face really split from the middle? Will it be exquisite to die in the same way?

The domestic slaves slowly retreated and left the middle of the cave to the master and the night stars. There was a joking smile on his face, because there was no suspense in their eyes - the southern child trembled so much that he was so scared before he began to fight. I'm afraid that as soon as Bata's knife waved, he would cry and throw away the knife and kneel down to beg for mercy!

Bata's eyes narrowed, and the light in his eyes became more and more fierce. He paused slightly, and his legs bent like a tight bow. Suddenly, he moved, and his whole body bounced over like a shot arrow. The knife was raised high, showing the momentum of splitting Huashan Mountain. The gravel under his feet was thrown up by a huge back kick and raised a flying ash. From a distance, the violent Bata Hulutai seemed to be thousands of troops and horses running around.

Night Xingchen held a knife, and his coral red eyes stared at the rushing barbarian teenager. Maybe he didn't need a knife at all. Just the other party's tower-like body was enough to knock himself unconscious. Bata was only a few steps away from the night stars, and such a close distance arrived in the blink of an eye. His huge and heavy knife was raised obliquely, and the light from the torch on the wall of the cave cast a bright light on the dark knife surface. His knife was like a divine punishment knife of Tengri's destruction.

The night star stood with a knife in his hand, and the light in his eyes trembled more and more. He saw the trace of iron texture on the knife of the barbarian teenager, the cruel smile on his face that did not match his age, and his face turned red with excitement... But he could only stand with a knife and wood in his hand. He had never encountered such a situation and didn't know what to do at all!

"Move! Hurry up!" He said in his heart that if he didn't move, he would be cut in half. Even an adult warrior can't regret Bata's knife! Hurry up--" He finally roared. When his opponent's knife was one foot away from him, he finally waved the Wenyun knife in his hand and cut it against Bata's knife!

It's okay, it's okay! Ye Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn't wait to be cut down. It was fine when he moved.

"Collapse--" The knives of the two hit each other, and Ye Xingchen's arm hurt as if it was broken. Bata's knife itself was heavier than his. Such a hard regret shocked his bones! His arm was sore and weak, and the knife he held was bounced away and flew into the rock wall next to him for a distance.

Ye Xingchen held the injured arm and retreated. He had nothing to rely on. He could only retreat, and his coral red eyes revealed a sense of panic. The domestic slaves around them laughed even more fiercely. They saw that the useless southern child could not even hold the knife, and their hatred for the southerners was all drawn out.

"What is it! It's so useless that you can't take it with a knife. How can Zha Erhua teach you such a waste!" Bata spat contemptuously, with a cold and disappointed look on his face.

He put his knife on his shoulder, walked squarely, reached out to hold the Wenyun knife inserted into the wall of the cave, held the shark skin wrapped in the handle with a thick hand, and pulled out the knife with slight force. His face became ugly. He thought that the arrogant red wolf teeth, the person favored by General Dafengzhaohua would be a very powerful role. He would fight very hard and even be defeated by the southern child in front of him. Until the last moment, he was looking forward to this seemingly weak opponent, but the result was amazing. Unexpectedly disappointed...

"Where on earth can't I compare with you?" His face wrinkled together and roared fiercely. He suddenly turned around, and his powerful waist turned like a windmill. He also held the cloud knife of the night star in his hand, and the knife was driven to draw a perfect arc, making a sharp sound of breaking the air.

"Pa--" The back of the knife slapped Ye Xingchen's face fiercely. Bata used fierce force and twisted his waist to drive the knife more than one meter long and three-finger wide, and the tough back of the knife was heavily drawn on Ye Xingchen's face. Ye Xingchen's body was pumped up, and a congested swelling quickly appeared on his face, which was frighteningly blue and purple. Oh, his thin body hit the rock wall, his whole body was as painful as being dismantled, and he slipped to the ground against the rock wall.

"Ah..." He screamed in a low voice in pain, and half of his face felt swollen, hot and painful, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He was so powerless that he leaned his head against the rock wall, and the blood from the corners of his mouth flowed down the tip of his tongue into his throat, and the sweet smell filled every minute of the tip of his tongue...

"Hmm--useless waste!" Bata looked at the child who fell on the rock wall like a big doll with disgust. There was no fake smile on his face or arrogance, only the anger that could burn the world! Would you rather teach this waste knife than teach yourself? Is this the person the big shaman like and asks Zaerhua to teach this boy how to use knives? Did the king specially tell Zaerhua to do it again? Is it for this waste?

Angry licked hard in the chest. Lick. With his heart! He can't tolerate himself as a nobleman, a powerful barbarian young warrior, not even comparable to a waste bitch in the south...

Looking at the boy's weakness and eyes leaning against the wall of the cave, he became more and more angry. He strode over with a grim face. The domestic slaves around stopped laughing. They saw that their master was very angry, and it was still quiet at this time. They know very well what kind of young master Bata Hulutai is. At this time, he will have a good end. His knife will split your head...

Bata strode over, and his facial expression had to stand in front of the night stars. He looked down at the injured child and looked at the blue and purple swelling on his perfect and delicate face. Looking at the blood dripping from the corners of his mouth falling on his luxurious silk robe, and the blue feng feng embroider embroidered on his chest was also stained with blood and became The mysterious purple color; watching him gasp, his thin chest ups and down violently, and the cyano swayed like the wind... He looked carefully at the character of his family who couldn't afford to provoke, only felt that it was no different from a dying lamb...

But he didn't notice that Ye Xingchen's slightly closed eyes had become congested, the transparent coral red eyes were no longer clear, and there was a strong evil spirit in his slender eyebrows... but he didn't notice it.

Bata stepped on Ye Xingchen's chest and crushed his feet fiercely. The child's luxurious silk robe wrinkled in his cowhide socks. He gritted his teeth and showed a ferocious smile, and the light in his eyes changed from disdain, anger to joking and cruel... Suddenly, he raised the cloud knife of the night star with his backhand, looked at the child's right hand clenched tightly, and sneered. Suddenly, he took his hand, and the three-finger-wide cloud knife pierced the back of the child's hand, and the dark red blood came out of the cloud-shaped blood tank on the knife--

"--ah..." The child finally couldn't help screaming out, and the red light in his eyes was even more full of blood. He raised his head and opened his mouth wide, and a sad roar filled the whole cave...

All the domestic slaves couldn't help covering their ears. The screams of Ye Xingchen were too tricky. They didn't seem to be sent out by people, but like a seriously injured dragon! The small, thin figure that was roaring up seemed to turn into a terrible monster with scales and armor in an instant... The child's delicate face became twisted and ferocious, like a god's exquisite and perfect mask in private, revealing terrible fangs...

But recently, Bata didn't seem to feel this, and he was still immersed in the evil interest of torturing the weak man. The cloud knife ran through the hands of Ye Xingchen, and black and red blood kept pouring out of the blood trough on the knife, dyeing a large area of sand. The pattern of blood flowing on the ground seems to be deliberately drawn, looking like an ancient totem. Bata didn't notice this. He just gritted his teeth and smiled fiercely, turned the handle of the knife in his hand, and watched the knife on the child's white hand getting bigger and bigger, rolling up the bright red flesh and blood...

The night stars were roaring, but it was not like a painful roar, but like an angry roar, like a wounded dragon, more like an angry god... He felt something was struggling to gushing out of his chest, and his heart beating violently in his chest, hitting his ribs powerfully. The light of his eyes became more and more red. Not only the pupils, but also the whites of his eyes became blood red, and the whole world seemed to become blood red and fishy like Shuluo purgatory in his eyes...

Return to the Azran camp on the banks of the river.

"Yumeng, Yumeng--" Su Rile gasped and rode on the horse and roared loudly, "Yumeng, come out quickly--"

As soon as he made a sound, a group of samurai immediately rushed out around him. They surrounded Sujile and Ke's horses, holding bows and arrows and long knives in their hands, and the sharp arrow blades aimed at the man who shouted anxiously, with a guarded look on their faces. Because behind them is the most noble princess of the Azlan, the pearl on the grassland, and the tent of Yumeng Erdun, who dare not make mistakes.

"Who are you? Do you dare to ride a horse against the princess's tent and don't want to live? Why don't you get off the horse?" The leader, the Azlan warrior, roared fiercely.

"I'm Suil Heke, the prince of Chinas. I have something urgent to find Princess Yumeng!" Suril shouted that the Chinasi Department and the Azlan Department were still in harmony, and the two departments did not use knives and guns. What's more, he will be a barbarian king in the future, and even the king of Khan, the lord of the Azlan tribe, will obey his orders.

"Oh? Is it really His Royal Highness? The samurai's tone softened, but he hadn't put down his weapon yet. The leading warrior said, "I don't know what's wrong with the prince looking for the princess so late?"

Su Rile Heke strangled the horse, took a deep breath, and said fiercely, "Quickly lead me to see Princess Yumeng. You can't afford to delay this matter!" He used to be a very gentle man, but after returning from this southern expedition, he experienced life and death, but his heart could harden, and he couldn't help but bring decisiveness and majesty to these warriors! This is a completely different change from the previous soft-hearted Suzile and Ke Chinas!

The warrior was obviously suppressed, and someone immediately ran to the princess's tent to report. Su Rile clenched his whip and looked at the sad warriors gloomily. If you delay one point, the night stars will be more dangerous. Anything can happen on the wild grassland, especially in winter like this!" He thought to himself.

Yumeng Erdun Ketu came out soon. With such an unscrupulous smile on her face, she has come out of the incident of Huza Tatamu more than half a month ago and become as happy as midsummer. She wore a white fox jacket as usual, with a brilliant pomegranate-red horse skirt. Her soft face was full of joking smiles and shouted, "Suil, Suil, why are you stupid cow at this time...?" Her voice became smaller and smaller, because she saw Suil and Ke's face. Something is wrong with his expression. He is riding on a horse and wearing rough clothes, and his forehead is full of sweat.

"You go down first. There is nothing to do with you here!" Yumeng was a very stingy girl. She shouted away the guard in a delicate voice, walked to Su Rile Ma and asked, "What's the matter?"

Su Rile turned over and dismount his horse, looked at Yu Meng firmly, and said in a low voice, "The stars were robbed two hours ago. All the warriors who escorted him were killed, but they didn't find the body of Xingchen. My father dispatched all the troops to search the tent one by one... However, from the wound of the dead warrior's body, we judged that it was either under the hand of our palacelain warrior, or the one who rode the most elite warrior of your Azeslan's lion teeth! Listen to me first--" He saw the rain on his face and quickly grabbed her shoulder to calm her down.

"Father searched every tent of the Chinasi Department for the time being, and even I was searched! I'm also very suspicious, but I'm afraid it's really under your hands, but this kind of thing is not good to speak directly to your father. After all, if someone dies here, it may intensify the conflict between Chinas and Azlan, which is also what my father doesn't want to see! But I'm really afraid that nothing has been found on the other side, stars-stars-I'm afraid..."

"Do you mean to search the tent of Azlan's department without telling my father? But I don't have so many people, not to mention such a big move that it is impossible to hide my father's..."

"No, don't be so fantaous!" Su Rile said calmly, his thick eyebrows frowned together, and his eyes became extremely sharp. You quietly go to your lion tooth riding the most elite blood lion riding leader to check if there are any warriors who go out on missions tonight. If there is, it can basically be locked!"

Yu Meng had never seen Su Rile talk to herself so seriously. The mischievous smile on her face put away. She grabbed Su Rile's hand and said, "Come with me!"

Yu Meng's slender and warm hands lay in the palm of his hand, soft and boneless, like a ball of water. Su Rile's eyes were gloomy for a moment - if there is no disappearance of the night stars, he will be very happy! But at this time, he couldn't laugh.

"Mars, hurry up! We can't afford to delay!" Su Zile regained his look and said, he couldn't help grabbing Yu Meng's waist and lifting her up on the saddle. He ignored the soft screams of the rain, and he couldn't control so much at this time. He also turned over the horse and held the reins of the horse with his hands around the rain. For a moment, his nose was full of the good smell on her body, which was intoxicating, like the smell of mulberry flowers baked by the sun in midsummer...

He urged the war horse to run forward along the guidance of the rain.

Yu Meng suddenly remembered that when she took the night stars to ride a horse, the southern child was sitting in his arms like himself at this time! At that time, she didn't feel embarrassed. She just felt that it was a pleasure for the perfect child like a god to ride on a horse with her. But now I'm sitting in Su Rile's arms like Ye Xingchen, but my face is slightly hot - an indescribable feeling, like a blooming flower...

But Su Rile was urging the war horse with a sound in her ear. The resolute look on the boy's face reminded her that the night star had disappeared and her life and death was uncertain. Her thoughts were dragged back to the cruel reality...