Chapter 133 Escape 8

The man looked at her unhappily, frowning and his thin lips tightly squeezed. The sacrificial master Ziye just stood quietly next to him. He admitted that he looked at her posture of crawling on the ground so uncomfortablely and had an impulse to drive him to help her, but his eyes turned to the patriarch sitting next to him. After all, he was timid and could only allow her to accept all this so humbly and helplessly.

I don't know how long it took for her to spit out even the bile. Her mouth was astringent, and there was a sour taste stuck in her throat, with a trace of bitterness. Finally, she covered the bloody smell. She raised her head weakly, looked at the cold man, and then turned her eyes to the priest. The dark eyes emitted a faint luster under the reflection of the fire, which was not bright enough to make the priest feel uneasy.

He said that people outside once took his wife away, but didn't they also do the same squalid thing? Jingyi suddenly felt that the world was ridiculous. Human beings were very pathetic. They would just blame others and blame others for their mistakes and faults, but how noble is it when you think about your own behavior? The corners of the mouth involuntarily curved, with a sense of sarcasm.

These actions fell into the woman's eyes, which undoubtedly provoked her anger. Originally, she was full of resentment for the patriarch as soon as she married her again, but this was the right as the patriarch. As his chief wife, she had no right to interfere! But as a woman, that kind of natural jealousy sometimes makes her lose her mind.

"Bold! Why are you so rude to your husband? With aggressive momentum, his eyes kicked Jingyi fiercely, and those apricot eyes seemed to be able to spit out fire.

Jingyi looked at her coldly and scolded her 10,000 times in her heart, but when it came to her mouth, there was no word. First, she had no strength to argue anything with the woman, and second, she would not admit that she had married him. So he simply ignored her words, quietly turned his head aside and stopped looking at them.

"husband, look at the woman you married, you don't understand any rules! I'm really worried that she will bring bad luck to our prosperous Dingwang people!" The mean tone and sharp posture made everyone present squeeze a cold sweat for Jingyi.

But Jingyi doesn't care.

The man looked at her coldly, as if he hadn't heard the woman's words. After a long time, he said to the crowd faintly: "It's not too late. After celebrating, everyone will go back to rest and take her back to the house at midnight."

"Yes." Midnight nod respectfully.

After the patriarch left, Ziye walked to her, carried her up to her shoulder, and followed the patriarch forward. Jingyi doesn't even have the strength to struggle at this moment. The toss just now has consumed all her strength. In addition, she has hardly eaten much today, which will almost collapse. However, the will to survive has been reminding her to try to keep her eyes open and remain vigilant.

Finally, they stopped in front of the door of a very large cabin. The door was guarded by two indigenous people. The patriarch stopped at the door, and they carefully opened the wooden door and respectfully watched the patriarch in. Ziye followed Jingyi closely, gently put her in the spacious and soft **, and finally seemed to look at her reluctantly. At a glance, after nodding to the patriarch next to him, he planned to withdraw. Jingyi saw this and shouted to him with all her strength, "Don't, go." Ziye heard her weak voice coming from behind, and there was a moment of pause. Finally, she straightened her waist and walked out without looking back, simply and without hesitation.

The man, as a patriarch, just sneered at the disappearing back, and the raised corners of his mouth were only a small margin, which was almost imperceptible.

After leaving at midnight, Jingyi and the patriarch were left in the room. The patriarch turned his eyes back to her, Jingyi looked at him defensively, opened his eyes in horror, and retreated to the other edge of the bed.

The patriarch no longer looked at her. She sat down straight under the table in front of the bed, picked up a cup of hot tea and drank it leisurely, and slowly tasted it. She was elegant and elegant, and there was no previous sharpness at all. I don't know whether the fragrance of tea stimulated Jingyi's brain, or whether he was softened down at this moment, she suddenly felt that her heart was not so Scared, as relaxed as seeing him at noon.

The patriarch took a sip of tea and asked her, "Would you like some snacks?" After saying that, she elegantly picked up a small shortbread and stuffed it into her mouth and tasted it deliciously. Looking at him eating with relish, the crispy shortbread splashed open, and there were small fragments remaining on his lips. These details reminded her of tasting the taste of shortbread at noon. It was crispy, not sweet or greasy, with a light fruity flavor. First-class.

But at this moment, do you really want to go to eat? Gently covering his stomach, it was already empty, but if he passed so without backbone, did he acquiesce to his identity? She frowned her little eyebrows sadly, a little at a loss, and her little face became pale.

In the end, she couldn't resist the torture of hunger. She still obediently got down from the bed, sat opposite him, picked up a delicious shortbread and stuffed it into her mouth. With noon experience, this time she knew that the dry shortbread would not choke with the fragrant tea, so she had to thickenly pour herself a cup of tea. Water, take a bite of the shortbread, take a sip of tea, and feel that the most delicious food in the world is nothing more than that!

The patriarch looked at the woman in front of him eating shortbread and drinking tea without scrup, and unconsciously relaxed and enjoyed the rare quiet time indifferently. It's just that his shrewd eyes did not ignore the remaining vigilance in her eyes.

After eating shortbread and drinking tea, Jingyi just wants to lie down and sleep. However, looking at the patriarch who had been staying in the room, it seemed difficult and even scared. A small mouth opened several times, opened and closed, and finally said, "Well, where am I sleeping tonight?"

The patriarch raised his eyebrows and said, "Want with me. Ethnic rules.

Jingyi turned pale in an instant when she heard this answer.

But now she has no choice. The patriarch gently blew out the candlelight on the table and forcibly carried her to bed. In the dark, the woman's sharp shouts cut through the night sky and floated in the mountains and forests: "No, get out of here! Get out of here!"

But the characteristic of beasts and humans is that the more the prey resists, the more excited the hunters become. At this moment, in the face of her resistance, the patriarch suddenly became excited and imprisoned the people under him tightly. His lips unconsciously pressed her softness, no feelings, no likes, some just rejection and even disgust. Her hands and body were imprisoned, but it did not mean that her mouth was controlled. She used it fiercely. He bit his mouth with all his strength and couldn't let go for a long time. The patriarch, who felt the pain, became angry and never saw the gentle elegance that went first. He showed a fierce expression. His cold eyes stared at the people under him coldly, stretched out his right hand to wipe away the blood stains on his lips, and then gnawed her like crazy, mercilessly, and rudely tore it off like an object. Her clothes, Jingyi danced her feet with all her strength, trying to break away from her arms. The patriarch was obviously angered by her behaviors, stretched out his hand and hit her fiercely on the cheek, and said harshly, "Woman, don't be ignorant of praise!"

Jingyi was hit by him and almost fainted. A pool of blood gushed out of his nose, which was bright and eye-catching. Seeing the cooing blood, the patriarch suddenly stopped his movements, left the bed with resentment, picked up his clothes and went out without looking back after wearing them. Jingyi looked at his departing back with dull eyes, and his heart was already desolate. He shouted gently, "Uncle, when will you come to save me, or you..." Thinking of this, her heart was almost desperate, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, and her heart was broken and irreparable...

Maybe all this is fate, and she has no choice but to accept it.

Outside the wooden house. At midnight, when he had been guarding the door, he was relieved to see the patriarch come out for no reason, but his face remained always serious. He stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with the patriarch?"

"Huh, damn woman!" He snorted resentfully.

Ziye made up his determination to look at the man in front of him, their patriarch, his brother, for a long time, and then slowly said, "Brother, let her go?"

When the man heard his name, he was stunned at first, but his eyes became gloomy in an instant: "Let her go? Are you begging for her? Have you forgotten how our sister and your wife died?

"Brother, it's all over. If we pursue it any further, they won't come back. You and I both know that they have already been buried in the tropical storm in the Pacific Ocean, together with the demons who plundered them!"

"So, I want them to pay for their blood!" The patriarch's blood-red eyes were ferocious and abrupt, and the deep eyes were furious, and Xiao killed coldly!

"Brother, if it goes on like this, our people will be destroyed by hatred." He still respected him as his brother and calmly persuaded him.

"At midnight, as long as we have sex with women outside and produce a new generation, our bloodline will continue, and there will never be any sequelae caused by close relatives in the clan, and we will not destroy it! Therefore, I must get this woman, and she must give birth to the next generation for our people!" The firm tone is beyond doubt. Ziye wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the patriarch: "Okay, take good care of her. Her nose is bleeding. You can give her some medicine."

"Brother..." Before Ziye's words could be said, the patriarch's elder brother had brushed his sleeves and left him alone. It turned out that the elder brother stopped assaulting her because she had a nosebleed and could not violate the faith of the clan: women are the embodiment of slavery. They humbly serve men and guard men, but once they The body is damaged and the seven-hole bleeding is when they are weak. At this time, their bodies are flowing with a kind of mold, and men should not get close to it. Otherwise, this bad luck will be transferred to the man and bring disaster.