Chapter 33 Volume 4

Silence was thrown by Urhan Batu on the wooden collapse. He groaned and lay on the animal skin and stopped moving.

Pulling out the silver scimitar and wipe it with a cloth, Urhan Batu shouted outside: "Temu."

Temu, who had been waiting outside the tent for a long time, immediately responded: "Here."

Urhan Batu had a very strong anger between his eyebrows: "Thank three teams to pick him up."

"Yes, khan."

With a high response, the footsteps walked away. Bakuo, who was standing beside the curtain, looked shocked as the entire Barron king handed the scimitar that symbolized glory and power to the young man.

Silence moved his eyes and didn't answer.

"Hold it." Urhan Batu shouted roughly.

After a few moments, he said silently, "What's the use of this knife?"

He raised his eyebrows in an instant, and the face of Urhan Batu was no different from Hell. Looking around the world, even the dog emperor tried his best to take away the scimitar, but there were still people who didn't want it.

"Take it with you, no one on the grassland dares to touch you." His thick voice was slightly cold because of his anger.

He glanced at the scimitar in front of him, pursed his dry lips silently, but still didn't take it. Once the task was completed, he would disappear directly without leaving any trace.

The atmosphere in the tent was strangely depressed.

Bakuo stared at the abnormal flush on the boy's cheeks and suddenly shouted, "Sweat, he seems to have a fever."

Urhan Batu frowned and pressed his big hand against silent forehead. The temperature under his palm was burning. His eyes suddenly burst into irritability. He turned his head and roared at Bakuo, "What are you still standing here?"

"I'll get out and prepare now." Bakuo's muscles trembled all over his body, and he turned around and ran away quickly.

Chen Si frowned slightly, his palms that were caressing him wantonly were hot and rough, and when he touched the bruises, he felt even more painful.

"Sweat, do it again, no medicine can save me." He pulled the corner of his mouth without a smile.

Lifting up his legs, Urhan Batu pressed the little mouth that was still rosy and soft all night, lingering, "You are such a baby." After saying that, his index finger suddenly squeezed in, and was pinched by the hot tender flesh in that moment. The ecstasy feeling made his eyes full of desire.

"You can try." He noticed that the fingers moving inside him were faster, and said quietly, then closed his eyes.

Urhan Batu narrowed his eyes and stared at the boy's red cheeks. His eyes passed by the purple blood marks on his legs. He pulled out his fingers and placed them beside his mouth to suck the wet body fluids.

When Bakuo came in with a bowl of medicine, he saw his sweat sitting cross-legged beside the boy, like a lion protecting his food. Anyone who dared to touch it would definitely die.

After taking the medicine, Urhan Batu waved to let Bakuo go out.

"Get up and drink medicine."

Bakuo, who walked to the curtain, heard the sound behind him, and he was still rude, but after following him for more than 20 years, he still heard the little concern, and the muscles on his face thrust.

Dashan must be obsessed with the ghosts.

What's even more terrifying is that the one who was lying down was not dead, she was so thin and dry, and she didn't expect to be so terrifying.

Siren held the big bowl in his hand and looked at the dark things in the bowl. The strange and choking smell made his stomach roll, and he leaned over with his scalp.

Seeing that Wurhan Batu was drinking very slowly and looked like he was unable to swallow, he picked up the bowl of medicine soup and finished drinking it in big gulps, pinched his silent jaw and poured it directly in. Finally, he stuck out his tongue and licked the other person's mouth.

There were many medicine soups that didn't have time to swallow, and they flowed out along the corners of their mouths, silently holding Urhan Batu's arm coughed in pain.

The corners of the boy's eyes were flushed, and there were traces of gnawing left by him on his clavicle last night. After a heat in Urhan Batu's crotch, he grabbed his wine bag and drank strong wine. Today, he tried to suppress the desire in his body for the second time.

It is rare to meet such a treasure, so you can't lose it.

After a while, the drug attacked and he fell asleep silently. Urhan Batu pulled his hand out of his arms, got up and walked out of the tent.

He ordered people to find two women and two men, and planned to solve the problem, but when he saw the scared faces and terrified eyes of those people, his interest was instantly reduced by half.

He casually grabbed one of the young men, and Urhan Batu lowered his head and smelled it, frowned and threw it away, changed into another woman, tore off her clothes, and as soon as he approached, the other party shook violently.

"Big...sweat..."

Urhan Batu cursed impatiently, kicked the table over, and rode his love horse around the grassland with a gloomy face.

When he came back, he took off his robe, pressed the boy with his upper body naked, and his hard beard tied to the other person's cheeks. He sniffed the good smell hard, and fell asleep in satisfaction.

Silence was awakened, his whole body was restrained and he could not move freely. He frowned, moved his thick arm that was crossed to his chest, and planned to go sideways. There was a sound behind him, probably because of his sleepiness and a rare laziness. "Where to go?"

"Go out and get rid of your hands." He said calmly.

Opening his eyes, Urhan Batu stretched out his arm and pressed silence in his arms, "Ben Khan will be with you."
Chapter completed!