The First Tyrant of Daxia

He tried hard to pry them apart, but Wei Rou refused to cooperate and the force on her hips was very strong.

After a lot of trouble, Qin Yun returned empty-handed.

Bang.

He was sweating profusely, lying on the bed, looking dejected.

"No more, no more."

"Hehe~" A sweet bell-like laughter sounded, with a hint of seduction.

Cha Ming Weirou turned over and lay on his chest, teasing: "Your Majesty, you have no strength now? I told you I am very strong."

Qin Yun curled his lips and wiped the sweat off his face.

"Don't try to provoke me. I'll be scared if I go crazy."

"Tsk!" She pretended to be disdainful.

The fire in Qin Yun's heart suddenly ignited, and he pounced forward fiercely.

With an aggressive look in his eyes, he said in a commanding tone: "Behave yourself, I will let you know how powerful I am today!"

Cha Ming Weirou licked her red lips.

"This is the man I want to be called Cha Ming Wei Rou. I just like you being so fierce."

Qin Yun's brain suddenly felt like hot blood flowing backwards.

This girl has a masochistic tendency?

He leaned over and kissed her fiercely, from her fair forehead to her straight nose and then to her delicate chin, with a touch of affection yet roughness.

“Ku…Ku!”

"Your Majesty, your beard pricks me."

Her beautiful eyes flickered, and she was somewhat moved.

"I asked a witch to look at it today. She said that the grassland has outstanding people and beautiful scenery. It is more blessed than the imperial capital."

"Perhaps I can give birth to the best offspring for Your Majesty, soaring across the grasslands and becoming an eagle!"

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment: "Do you still believe in wizards?"

Cha Ming Weirou stuck out her tongue: "You don't understand the little thoughts of women!"

This night.

Qin Yun didn't know how he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes again, it was already daytime.

The person in his arms supported her cheek with her hand and looked at him tenderly sideways.

"His Majesty."

There was a hint of smile on Wei Rou's lips, and her skin was white and rosy.

Qin Yun stretched lazily and snorted, "I suspect you are attracted by my body. Will you abandon me when I get old?"

Cha Ming Wei Rou's azure eyes flickered, and she said seriously, "Impossible."

"Besides, I dare not say that!"

Qin Yun raised his eyebrows: "You can't, or you don't dare?"

She nodded honestly: "Both."

Her face suddenly turned red, and she said mysteriously, "No wonder women on the grassland like to follow warriors."

"You want it too?" Qin Yun sat up.

Cha Ming Weirou shook her head and said generously: "Others are not warriors, your majesty is the real warrior!"

Qin Yun teased: "Oh?"

"Compared to those men on the grassland, I am too thin."

She said seriously: "Not thin, not thin!"

"Anyway, I haven't seen anyone else's, so I can't compare them."

Qin Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Pack up and prepare to return to the imperial capital. There is no time to delay."

Hearing this, she nodded, but did not act coquettishly anymore. She was satisfied to have him stay on the grassland for one night.

"General Mule is back."

"In the early morning, it seemed that they were carrying a few heads..."

Qin Yun's eyes widened and he asked in surprise: "Human head?"

"Yes, I heard shouting outside the big tent early in the morning. It's possible that General Mule started a war with the Ag tribe last night."

Qin Yun frowned. Didn't he tell him not to start a war?

This will only make the situation worse.

Without having time to think too much, after changing his clothes, he hurried out of the tent, leaving the mess inside to the two maids, Jinchai and Xiaoyue, to deal with.

When I walked out, I saw several human heads hanging high in the camp of the Zazahar tribe.

At the garrison.

Qin Yun found Mu Le.

"I heard that you went to the Ag tribe to demonstrate last night and brought back some heads?"

Mu Le bowed and said solemnly: "Godfather, they were the first to do it!"

"Originally, I wanted to give them a warning, but I didn't expect those generals from the Ager tribe to ride out arrogantly and want to fight with me."

"He also said that he would hang my head on the top of the tent."

"In order to protect myself, I accidentally killed seven or eight of them..."

Qin Yun was speechless. He accidentally killed seven or eight of them?

How could seven or eight of them be accidental?

Kou Tianxiong stepped forward, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said softly, "Your Majesty, General Mu killed eight people in total, and all eight of them are called the sons of the god of war of the Ag tribe."

"In the culture of the grasslands, they have a very high status and a very strong combat power."

"It is equivalent to eight second-rank generals in Daxia..."

Hearing this, Qin Yun was petrified on the spot!

The eight most powerful warriors and generals of the Ag tribe were all beheaded overnight?

He looked at Mu Le as if he were a ghost. How did this guy do it?