A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Chapter 9 So tender it's juicy!

The guards came to drag Wutong away, but Wutong naturally refused and struggled desperately.

The other person was a man, and he was very strong. She was no match for him in strength, and he quickly pinned her legs down.

The guard picked up the rope again, intending to tie her up once more, but as soon as he reached out, he felt a cold, sharp object slice across his palm, the pain excruciating.

"what!"

He screamed and fell to the ground, frantically clutching his bleeding hand.

It turned out that while the two were talking, Wutong had secretly hidden the dagger in her sleeve, ready to use it to save her life at any time.

The guard became enraged. He had never been defeated by someone weaker than himself before. He clenched his injured hand into a fist and strode menacingly toward her, ready to smash her head with a single punch!

"Useless things!"

Meng Baobao suddenly stood up, kicked him aside, walked up to Wutong, and looked her over with icy eyes.

He tilted his head, a sinister and evil smile creeping across his lips.

"I didn't realize you could pull off such tricks. But all tricks are futile against me!"

He suddenly struck, moving with lightning speed, grabbing Wutong's wrist as she held the knife, and then tightening his grip.

The muscles in his arms bulged and jutted out, exuding a terrifying power.

Wutong felt as if his bones were being twisted to pieces, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

She gritted her teeth and didn't scream, but her hand could no longer hold on, her fingers loosened, and the dagger slipped from her grasp.

Meng Baobao sneered as he released her, picked up the dagger, and pressed the sharp end against her crotch.

"Boy, you don't want a quick death, so I'll cut off your manhood first."

Upon hearing this, Wutong could neither cry nor laugh. She wiped the sweat from her eyes with her intact hand, knowing that she was about to die.

She remembered who Meng Baobao was—the King of Dongqi, who, along with his younger brother Tuotuo'er, was known as one of the two great killing gods of Dongqi.

They were vicious and ruthless, like wolves and tigers.

Is there any chance of survival if you fall into the hands of someone like that?

It seems that Abdo was also killed by him. She is determined to avenge him, but she may very well die tragically at the hands of the same person.

It's really unpredictable.

Wutong lowered her head and gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Meng Baobao kept staring at her, and when she saw that smile, she couldn't help but frown.

At a time like this, how can he still laugh? It's an insult to him!

Without hesitation, he raised his dagger and slashed. Wutong felt a cool breeze blow in front of her, and her upper garment was torn by him!

The remaining part hung on her shoulders, while her front was already exposed. Wutong couldn't help but cover herself with her hands, her face full of embarrassment.

"Do you know what the worst way to die is? It's watching your intestines and heart being ripped out. I'll show you that now..."

Meng Baobao paused suddenly as he spoke, his eyes fixed on her chest, a look of surprise in his eyes for a moment.

Once you have power, fine wine and beautiful women are within your grasp, and Meng Baobao is no exception.

He just didn't expect this kid to be a woman.

The other person was young, so her body was immature and she didn't have any feminine charm, but she had a special kind of naivety.

It's said that women in southern Xinjiang are so tender they seem to drip with moisture, and that's no exaggeration.

Meng Baobao's smile sent chills down your spine: "Interesting... haha, interesting..."

He dropped the dagger, grabbed Wutong's thin arms and legs, and pushed her to the ground.

Wutong, already a woman, knew his plan and immediately turned pale with fright, struggling desperately while shouting, "Don't come any closer!"

Meng Baobao sneered, grabbed her like a chicken, and spread her legs to a wide angle, almost making her do a split.

It hurts...it fucking hurts...his leg is going to break...

Wutong couldn't help but shed tears, biting her lip tightly.

The scene that unfolded in the Southern Border King's Palace seemed poised to repeat itself, and Meng Baobao was clearly far more rude and savage than the mysterious man in the darkness.

If Wutong still harbored a sliver of curiosity towards that man, then she felt utter disgust towards Meng Baobao.

She caught a glimpse of the short sword strapped to the other person's waist and suddenly stopped struggling.

What difference does it make whether this happens once or twice? She can tolerate it.

She wanted to find a chance to grab that short sword and avenge Abdo! To die together with him!

The life of a mere guard was exchanged for the life of the King of Dongqi. Her life was worth it!

She laughed, and her mocking expression provoked Meng Baobao even more.

The door was suddenly flung open, and a man with a face that bore a striking resemblance to Meng Baobao, but slightly thinner, rushed in.

He stared blankly at the scene inside the room for a few seconds, then roared, "Stop messing around! Get out here! What's with the retreat order?"

Meng Baobao remained motionless under the sycamore tree, about to step forward, when he roared back, "I gave the order, so just do it! What are you yelling about here?"

The man stormed up to him angrily: "I disagree! We absolutely cannot withdraw our troops! We must seize this opportunity to take over the southern border!"

Meng Baobao also became furious, stood up and punched the other man to the ground: "I am the King of Dongqi! Tuotuo'er, do you want to rebel?"

Tuotuo'er was not to be outdone, and got up to kick him. The two of them fought like wild beasts.

Wutong was at a loss. Her plan to die together with others had fallen through. She quietly pulled up her pants, intending to escape.

This is the general's mansion; she is familiar with every corner, so escaping shouldn't be too difficult.

Unexpectedly, there were guards outside the door who drew their swords and stopped her.

After a while, the two inside the room decided who was the winner. Tuotuo'er was defeated, and rushed out with a bruised and swollen face. He then retreated with a sullen expression.

Meng Baobao was also injured in the fight. The two fought each other ruthlessly, and having fought for so long, they knew each other's weaknesses.

He glanced at Wutong sideways and beckoned to her: "Come here."

Wutong refused to go over, clutching her pants tightly.

Since there is a chance to live, it is of course better to live.

She remembered the self-defense rules she had learned before, took a deep breath, and said with a forced smile, "I wet my pants."

Meng Baobao frowned, his appetite completely gone. He waved to the guards, "Take her away and bring her back to Dongqi."

"Yes."

The guards dragged Wutong out, and Wutong felt heavy-hearted and complicated.

She didn't want to go to Dongqi. Dongqi and Nanjiang had never had any contact except for fighting. If she went to that unfamiliar place, wouldn't she have even less chance of escaping?

End of this chapter