After rebirth, I remarried the domineering 9000-year-old

Just as the sun was about to set, Murong Yan sent someone to have a craftsman customize a chair with carriage wheels and it was delivered.

After trying to make sure everything was alright, she carefully lifted the man lying on the bed, then personally picked him up and gently placed him on a chair.

Even though she knew the man was in a deep coma and unconscious, she was still very careful with every move, for fear of hurting him.

"Husband, the sunset is so beautiful today. Can I push you out for a walk?" She leaned over and whispered in his ear.

The man's eyes were tightly closed, and he showed no reaction to her words.

She smiled and stood up, pushing the man slowly out of the yard, and walking slowly along a sparsely populated path.

The shadows of the two people were cast on the ground by the warm yellow afterglow of the setting sun, quiet and beautiful.

As they walked, Murong Yan told him how she had been the empress all these years and had personally raised her daughter to such an age...

When talking about happy things, he would free up one hand to gesture, and when talking about sad things, a thin layer of mist would cover his fox eyes.

The wheels of the chair rolled over the dead leaves on the road. Seeing that they were almost at the alley that had been arranged long ago, she couldn't help but clench her hands on the back of the chair, and her fingertips were pressed bluish-white by the sudden increase in force.

Her voice was very low, with a hint of nasal sound: "Husband, I miss you so much..."

"Please, come back..."

Murong Yan pushed the man and walked into the dark alley.

Halfway through the journey, dozens of men in black descended from the sky, blocking both ends of the alley, and trapping Murong Yan and the other person inside.

Murong Yan opened her arms to protect the man behind her and shouted, "Who are you? What are you going to do?"

"Hahahaha, what are you doing?" The leading man in black laughed obscenely: "The young lady is so beautiful, what do you think I should do?"

While talking, he approached step by step.

"You're just looking for death!" Murong Yan pulled out a flexible whip from her waist and lashed it towards the group of men in black.

The group of men in black came forward with swords raised.

Murong Yan was fighting with them alone. She swung her whip with great force and it was so tight that dozens of men in black could not get close to her.

The leading man in black suddenly laughed evilly: "Beat that pretty boy on the chair, beat him to death!"

Dozens of men in black raised their swords and stabbed at the man sitting on the chair almost at the same time.

"No!" Murong Yan screamed and rushed over to try to drive away the man in black who was approaching the chair.

However, the other side had too many people, and she gradually became unable to cope. She was cut several times on her body, and blood instantly soaked her snow-white dress.

"Young lady, as long as you obey me obediently, I will spare the life of that pretty boy, how about it?" The leading man in black crossed his arms, looked at the small piece of Murong Yan's snow-white arm that was exposed because of the cut sleeve, and swallowed his saliva.

"You're dreaming!" Murong Yan spat at him and used all her strength to repel the approaching man in black.

Blood flowed from her fingertips, and a few drops fell on the unconscious man's face.

Gradually losing strength.

After holding out for more than half an hour and killing half of the men in black, Murong Yan was finally captured.

She was forced to kneel down by two men in black. The leading man looked down at her condescendingly, lifted her chin with his index finger, and sneered, "You're quite fierce, little lady, but I like it. It's quite fierce!"

He glanced at the unconscious man on the chair and said, "Tsk tsk, is that pretty boy your man?"

Murong Yan glanced aside: "It's none of your business!"

The man in black pulled her face back with force: "He's half dead now, how can he still satisfy you? Why not... follow your brother?"

"As long as you serve me well, I will ensure that you will enjoy endless wealth and glory for the rest of your life...ah——"

The man in black was bitten on the hand suddenly, and he was so angry that he slapped the woman in the face, and half of the woman's face suddenly swelled up.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll be punished!" He looked at the remaining men in black and ordered, "Strip this woman naked for me. I'm going to kill her right now!"

Several men in black obeyed the order and immediately started to strip Murong Yan's clothes.

Murong Yan looked at the man sitting on a chair not far away, who still looked unconscious. Tears flowed out of her eyes, blurring her vision.

Her hands were held down, and she struggled desperately to prevent her dress from being stripped off: "Husband, save me, husband——"

But the man still closed his eyes, calm and quiet, indifferent.

Although Murong Yan struggled violently with all her might, her outer shirt was still torn into pieces.

The snow-white and delicate shoulders were exposed.

If I take off one more piece, I'll only be left with the bellyband.

"Shen Mu, save me! Wake up..." Murong Yan cried and begged for help from the man on the chair.

"Please, come back..."

The leading man in black sneered: "At this point, I advise you to be obedient and suffer less."

He pointed at the man on the chair and said, "Look at that pretty boy. He can't even save himself. You expect him to save you?"

"Even if I did you right in front of him, he would just watch! Oh no, he's almost dead, isn't he? He hasn't woken up yet..."

No one noticed that the man on the chair moved his fingers.

"He will not die even if you die!" Murong Yan looked at the man in black fiercely with her fox eyes, and clenched her fists tightly at her sides.

If anyone dares to curse her Shen Mu, she will tear him into pieces!

The leading man in black wasn't angry either. He shook his head, a wicked smile on his lips: "Don't believe me? I'll kill you right now, right in front of him, for him to see!"

"Someone, hold her hands and feet, I'll take it off myself!"

Several men in black worked together to firmly hold down Murong Yan's hands and feet. The leading man raised his hand and grabbed her midriff...

Not far outside the alley, a team of men in black clothes stood in neat rows, each with his hand on the scabbard, ready to act at any moment.

The person standing in the front was tense and his body was straight as a sword. His face was pale under the black scarf and he was trembling slightly.

The person standing behind him couldn't stand it any longer and whispered, "Boss, aren't you going to do it yet?"

"I haven't received your Majesty's orders yet."

"But this situation..."

"Wait a little longer." He clenched his teeth, and the black face towel was soaked with blood.

In the alley, the leading man in black had already touched Murong Yan's undergarment with his hand. She could feel the huge force coming at her, and in just a moment, her undergarment would be torn into pieces.

Murong Yan looked at the man who was still leaning quietly on the chair in despair, and the light in her fox eyes, which were always smart and warm, disappeared.

She closed her eyes and two tears rolled down her cheeks.

He really didn't care about her.

Murong Yan completely lost the strength to resist. She moved her fingertips slightly and was about to send out a signal.

As long as the signal is sent out, her people will come to rescue her.

Her Shen Mu will never come back.

At this moment, the inner garment is about to break and the signal is about to be sent.

A huge internal force came from nowhere, and the several men in black who imprisoned Murong Yan all flew out.

At the same time, a man's robe fell steadily on Murong Yan, covering her body tightly.

She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that the man on the chair had stood up at some point and was now walking towards her.