Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

Chapter 1835: Chapter 1835: This Time I Must Not Forget Her

In the largest tent of the Barbarian Clan, Sangdian reclined on an animal-skin couch, drowsily enjoying the singing and dancing. In a few days, when his old man breathes his last, he would become the new king of the Barbarian Clan, and those Beast Teams would come under his command.

However, before that, he must obtain that thing. He didn’t believe that old immortal could hold on forever.

The tent’s curtain was lifted, and a graceful figure walked in. Her tight-fitting red dress outlined a fiery figure, invigorating Sangdian, who was already feeling a bit sleepy.

But upon seeing her full head of gray hair, Sangdian couldn’t help but feel a touch of regret; otherwise, she would be an extraordinarily seductive beauty.

”Alright, everyone leave.” Sangdian waved his hand at the dancing girls performing beneath.

The dancers retreated with bows, and Honglian swaggered over to Sangdian.

”I didn’t expect the grand prince to fancy such ordinary rouge and powder.” Honglian commented lazily.

Sangdian sat up with a grin, reaching out to pull Honglian into his arms, ”You did say ordinary rouge and powder, how could they compare to you? It’s just that you’re never by my side, making me miss you so much.”

As he spoke, his large hand was already reaching for Honglian’s plump buttocks. He recalled seeing the holy maiden of the Western Region’s Holy Hall, Honglian, from afar a couple of years back; he found her stunning, yet he wasn’t very interested. Now, this woman’s figure was fiery, her gaze alluring, with that bewitching charm that nearly made him lose his composure.

Honglian laughed seductively, lying in Sangdian’s arms and casting a flirtatious glance at him, ”Now you’re reluctant, yet you weren’t when you sent me to kill someone.”

”Don’t you want to vent your anger on those Western Region people? I just wanted to make you happy.” Sangdian laughed, his hands becoming increasingly restless.

Honglian cast him a coquettish glance, spinning to break free from his embrace. She stood beside him, picked up a wine jug, and poured a mouthful of fine wine into her own mouth.

Her movements were breezy, and some wine spilled, trickling down her chin and into her neck, making Sangdian feel even hotter.

Honglian put down the wine jug and said, ”We are people with major plans, so let’s skip the small talk. I have a way to control Jiang Yichun, and by then, won’t it be easy for you to hand him over to the new emperor of Danliang?”

Sangdian’s face instantly dropped, ”What, you’re still pining for that pretty boy?”

Honglian laughed, suddenly leaning forward to bring her lips close, feeding the wine in her mouth to Sangdian. His previous irritation melted away as he pulled the beauty back into his arms.

”What are you thinking? When did I ever show interest in that pretty boy? I’m not my fool sister; it used to be just to make Bai Ruozhu suffer. Now, naturally, I want her to be in pain.” Honglian said with a laugh, ”Besides, what is he compared to you? You’re the king of the Barbarian Clan; don’t forget what we’re doing. How could he compare to you?”

These words successfully pleased Sangdian, who directly flipped Honglian beneath him, and soon only the sounds of the two of them breathing were left in the tent...

As night fell, Honglian emerged from Sangdian’s tent and soon appeared at the entrance of a Secret Chamber. She used the handprint given by Sangdian and followed the procedure to successfully open the main gate of the Secret Chamber.

A strong scent of blood wafted into her face, and she took a deep breath, looking thoroughly pleased.

Step by step, she walked in and soon saw the person in the middle of the Blood Pool. His body from the waist down was submerged in the blood, while his upper body was bare, with streams of blood flowing onto him. Though there were no restraints on him, he seemed to be in agony as if something bound him.

His jet-black hair fell across his face, with blood dripping along the strands and sliding down his pectorals. If not for the gruesomeness of the scene, the mere sight of the handsome man would be enough to captivate.

However, none of that blood was his; it was the constantly surging blood water of the Blood Pool.

Jiang Yichun lifted his eyelids and showed no surprise upon seeing Honglian, then lowered them again, seeming to care for nothing.

”What, behaved now? Do you think Bai Ruozhu would still like you seeing you like this?” Honglian said with a laugh, her laughter making her lean back and forth and squeezing out two words between her teeth: ”Useless!”

Jiang Yichun did not look at her, merely struggling to speak, ”Who is more useless — you killed a thousand people to capture me?”

Honglian’s expression changed but quickly laughed again, ”That’s just Sangdian being overly cautious. Soon, you will obey my commands; then we’ll see how Bai Ruozhu feels.”

Without waiting for Jiang Yichun to respond, she immediately began to perform a spell. She chanted obscure and hard-to-understand words, dancing with Seven Stars Steps, and Jiang Yichun in the Blood Pool frowned, appearing to suffer immensely.

After about fifteen minutes, Honglian stopped and said with satisfaction, ”I’ll see you again tomorrow; don’t bother struggling, just obediently become my slave.”

”What’s so impressive about being a walking corpse?” Jiang Yichun’s lips moved slightly, uttering such a sentence.

Honglian was not angry; she laughed and took a few steps closer, ”Take a good look at me, am I still the same as before? Even if I was once schemed against, it doesn’t mean I will never rise again. But of course, a failure like you wouldn’t understand.”

With that, she laughed loudly and left.

As the Stone Gate rumbled closed again, Jiang Yichun slowly bent over, his movements incredibly sluggish, like an elderly man near death.

He began to fumble around the bottom of the Pool, and after a while, he slowly stood again, clutching a stone with a slightly sharp edge in his right hand. His movements were even slower, each motion exceedingly laborious.

Slowly, he shifted the stone to his thigh, methodically dragging it across his leg. He was weak, moving slowly, unable to muster strength, and soon fine beads of sweat, tinted with a slight blood-red, formed on his forehead.

But he did not stop, continuing to drag the stone across his thigh, though because he was soaked in blood, it was unclear whether it had broken through the skin.

His eyes were dull, yet he murmured, ”This time, I must not forget Ruozhu...”

The blood of the Blood Pool seemed alive; despite the absence of wind in the Cave, the blood continued to surge. Suddenly, a wave of blood rose, exposing part of his leg, which bore numerous wounds!

These wounds were not neat, clearly not made by a blade. A new wound had just barely broken the skin, yet he persistently continued to scratch at that spot with his stone. The wave of blood fell again, covering the wounds on his leg.

”Must not... forget her...”

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