I'm really not an old sword

Guinevere looked up when she heard the voice and curled her lips in indifference.

Seems to be boring.

He stood up and walked to the furnace, looked at the molten iron, estimated the time, then sat back down and took out a magic ball from his arms.

Started watching.

Then a voice filled with anger rang out.

"How dare you do such a thing?!"

Xuanzang Sanzang looked at the crystal ball in Guinevere's hand in shock and anger.

Just now, Xuanzang Sanzang was immersed in his own world.

Gradually, some strange noises were heard.

I couldn't help but look in the direction of the voice, and saw Guinevere carefully observing the crystal ball in her hand.

There was a man and a woman in there.

The man was none other than King Arthur, who had easily defeated them that day and was incredibly powerful.

And the women...

But it was Scheherazade who was on the same side with them not long ago!

Something two people do.

Although she had never done it, she knew what it was doing.

"Are you still worthy of being a Heroic Spirit if you do this?"

Looking at Scheherazade's lifeless eyes and "miserable" appearance, she almost subconsciously imagined that Lin Qingsu had raped Scheherazade.

This is also what Guinevere wanted her to think.

Guinevere raised her head upon hearing this and looked at her in surprise.

Did I say something wrong?

Xuanzang Sanzang felt a little unconfident after being looked at.

Guinevere seemed to have just come to her senses, tilted her head and said with a smile, "Who told you that we are willing to become Heroic Spirits?"

Xuanzang was stunned.

"What are these heroic spirits you're talking about?"

"Can you say how many of these people have never committed theft or prostitution?"

Guinevere scoffed.

"So-called heroes are simply those in history who, despite their utter devotion, ultimately triumphed, or those who, despite their fortunate failures, are celebrated for their tragic nature."

Since marrying Lin Qingsu, she has become the queen and has seen a lot more.

She is no longer the little girl who was waiting to be married and was well protected by her father.

The so-called hero.

That's it.

If we judge according to the moral values of Xuanzang.

Even the knights, who were known for their integrity, were nothing more than a bunch of evil bastards.

Apart from a few like Gawain, Percival, and Bedivere, how many of the thousands or tens of thousands of knights and countless nobles are good people?

"And now, I win, so..."

Guinevere stood up and looked down at Xuanzang from above.

"I can play it however I want."

Xuanzang Sanzang's mind went blank after hearing what Guinevere said.

But she reacted quickly.

He looked at Guinevere angrily: "You are sophistry!"

"Even if you win, you can kill us or imprison us, because we lost. You can do whatever you want, but how can you rape Scheherazade?!"

"So what?"

Guinevere could not deny it: "You are our spoils of war, we can do whatever we want to you."

"Scumbag!"

The image of Scheherazade, covered in dirt, with her eyes rolled back and her tongue sticking out, kept lingering in his mind.

Xuanzang Sanzang momentarily forgot about the scorching hot molten iron next to him.

"After all, she is a human being, not..."

"people?"

Guinevere scoffed and interrupted, "You're really naive and cute."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know yet, from the moment you decided to go against us, you have already lost your qualifications as a human being in our eyes."

Guinevere sneered, "Haven't you learned from your Chinese nation's thousands of years of history that being kind to your enemies is being cruel to yourself?"

"But you can't..."

"Why not?" Guinevere asked in reply, "To be honest, Your Majesty is very capable."

"I'm telling you."

"It's really funny."

"Scheherazade resisted fiercely at first, refusing to obey until her death, acting like a chaste heroine."

"I woke up on the first day crying and shouting that I wanted to commit suicide."

"In the end, he was pinned to the ground by His Majesty..."

Guinevere covered her mouth and chuckled twice, like a cunning girl whose plan had succeeded.

Without saying anything more, he continued, "After that, he stuck out his tongue like a puppy, begging for Your Majesty's favor every day. His hungry look scared me so much that I thought I had recognized the wrong person."

Guinevere said disdainfully, "After all, no matter how powerful a person is, they are nothing more than lowly and pitiful creatures driven by desire."

"impossible!"

"impossible?"

Guinevere smiled contemptuously, picked up the magic ball and tapped it a few times.

The scene inside changed.

Xuanzang, who was staring at the picture inside, gradually changed his expression from determination at the beginning to disbelief.

in the screen.

Scheherazade changed her desperate look of being almost broken and crying, and shamelessly asked Lin Qingsu for sex as Guinevere said.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Xuanzang Sanzang fell silent.

She wasn't very familiar with Scheherazade and didn't know what kind of woman she was.

And now the picture is before our eyes.

She couldn't help but not believe it.

However, Xuanzang Sanzang quickly reacted and looked at Guinevere coldly. She realized that this woman did it on purpose and showed her this scene on purpose.

"She is she, I am me, I will never surrender to you!"

"is it?"

Guinevere walked leisurely to the stove.

He took a branding iron from the torture rack next to him.

Immerse it in the melted, hot, red paste, and waves of teeth-aching scalding evaporation sounds continue to be heard.

Xuanzang gritted his teeth.

I dare not look over there.

But he still kept his eyes open and refused to admit defeat to this vicious woman.

after awhile.

Guinevere took out a red-hot iron and walked in front of Xuanzang Sanzang.

The white little hand held the long handle.

He looked her up and down, and finally his gaze fixed on Xuanzang's lower abdomen, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

It looked like it had finally found the right spot.

Xuanzang felt a chill all over his body after seeing this.

"Well, how about we make a bet?"

Xuanzang pursed his lips and said nothing.

She was afraid that if she spoke she would burst into tears.

Guinevere said to herself, "Didn't you say 'She is she, and you are you.'"

"Then let's play a game. You become His Majesty's pet for a week. If you become as corrupted as Scheherazade, you will obey me from now on. If you win, I will let you go..."

"Impossible!" Xuanzang Sanzang refused without thinking.

"Don't be so hasty to refuse." Guinevere's lips curled up slightly, and she said with a smile: "It's not too late to refuse after I finish explaining my conditions."

"Impossible means impossible!" Xuanzang Sanzang said firmly: "If you dare to touch me, I will bite off a piece of your flesh even if I die!"

"If you don't want to be raped, then the rapist will never succeed." This kind of statement is completely the words of a scumbag who just wants to watch the fun and not mind making trouble.

After all, if you refuse desperately, you will be tortured by being beaten and kicked.

Not to mention delicate women, even few men can handle it.

But for Xuanzang.

She would rather die than have her innocence tarnished.

"Ok."

Guinevere sighed softly, shook her head regretfully, and whispered to herself.

"I also thought that if you won, I would let you and your apprentice leave together."

As she spoke, she smiled, shook her head and looked at Xuanzang.

"If you don't want to, forget it."

Guinevere then held the red-hot iron close to Xuanzang's abdomen.

But Xuanzang Sanzang didn't notice it at all.

All that filled his mind was what Guinevere had just said.

"What did you say?"

The hot iron was only a few centimeters away from the delicate skin of Xuanzang's abdomen.

The scorching air made my skin hurt.

Guinevere tilted her head, put down the iron, put her finger to her lips and thought for a moment before saying, "I'll make a bet with you..."

"Where is my apprentice?!"

"Your apprentice? He's been locked up in the dungeon outside. After all, this is beneath His Majesty's chambers, and even as a prisoner, only women are allowed in."

Xuanzang's eyes lit up, but he immediately shook his head: "Impossible! He was clearly killed by you!"

"Hmm? Who did you hear that from? Yamanogi and Ashiya Doman, who deceived Fujimaru Ritsuka?"

Xuanzang was stunned when he heard this.