This is why she would rather feed it to the wolf than fall into Meng Jin's hands.

When you meet a wolf, you can still give her some pleasure, but when it falls into Meng Jin's hands, it is a luxury to even die.

Huhe's eyes were already full of blood. He threw down the flute suddenly, drew his sword and rushed forward: "Let go of Amur!"

After playing the flute for so long, the wolf should come! Even if he doesn't come, he can't continue to blow it.

He could not watch Amur fall into Meng Jin's hands and do nothing.

"You guys go and stop him!"

Meng Jin didn't even look at him.

He knew that Huhe was a good brain among the people here, but in terms of skills, it was far behind.

Now Du Qin's people have been crippled by him, and there are not many left. These people are enough to deal with by his subordinates.

And he...he looked at Amur...he could not wait to taste the taste of this woman.

Even if she can't do it, it's good to take advantage of her first.

If he has any weaknesses, this one is probably the only one.

When you see a beautiful woman, you will easily be unable to walk.

But, isn’t this the roughness and heroism that their grassland men should have?

For example, the civilized and cultural trend that Cairilan made back then was simply nonsense.

If the grassland people lose their characteristics of grassland plunder, can they still be called grassland people?

Therefore, he asked his subordinates to deal with the remaining men in Duqin, and he pulled Amur in front of him.

He held her hair several times and held her hard with the other hand, but attacked her chest with the other hand.

"don't want!"

Amur had already collapsed and could only scream.

“Wait a little longer.”

Feng Wuyou gently clenched his palms, but said three extremely cold words.

Meng Jin, she will get rid of it.

But now, it's not the time.

She could see that in this case, Amur would not be substantially harmed, but was just taking advantage of the situation.

And she... also needs to consider the lives of more people.

The sound of swords and weapons sounded again, but after listening to Feng Wuyou's order, the soldiers of Xiqin ignored it and were still doing the task of collecting and making torches.

Just after picking up a few branches, a sharp cry broke through the sky again: "No!"

A figure jumped past Feng Wuyou with a whoosh and rushed towards Meng Jin.

"Wen Ying! What are you doing!"

Before Feng Wuyou could speak out, Changsun Yunwei was already yelling.

Wen Ying has always heard Feng Wuyou's words the most. He never expected that this time, Wen Ying couldn't help it.

Feng Wuyou was also a little surprised. She stopped picking up the dead branches and straightened her body.

Now is not the best time for them to do it.

Wait a little longer, just a moment, and there will definitely be the opportunity that Feng Wuyou wants.

Only then can the smallest casualties be used to achieve the greatest results.
Chapter completed!