NABC Chapter 117 Zhu Zhuqing in despair, Su Mo descends from the sky.
Chapter 117 Zhu Zhuqing in despair, Su Mo descends from the sky.
Chapter 117 Zhu Zhuqing in despair, Su Mo descends from the sky.
Inside the tent, Zhu Zhuqing looked desperate, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
Is Zhu Zhuqing really going to die here?
Her body was reserved for him.
Even if she committed suicide, given Zhao Heng's temperament, she dared not imagine what would happen.
"Su Mo, what are those people doing?"
In the sky, Xiao Wu looked at the long line of people in surprise.
Everyone's face was beaming with excitement. Could it be that they were dividing up food?
Su Mo looked down at the ground, and with his eyesight, he could clearly see the school badges on everyone's clothes.
That's Shrek's school emblem, proving that everyone below is a Shrek student.
But the expressions on their faces were really strange. What on earth could make them so excited in this desolate wilderness?
"Perhaps there are courtesans inside the tent."
After some speculation, Su Mo said.
He was all too familiar with the expressions on everyone's faces; they were the expressions of someone who was desperate.
"A prostitute? You mean a singer?"
Xiao Wu asked curiously.
The warbler is also called a golden oriole, and it can make a very beautiful sound. She has seen many of them in the forest.
Upon hearing this, Su Mo couldn't help but chuckle.
Xiao Wu is being a bit too naive. Who's in the mood to listen to someone sing when they're fighting on the front lines?
He leaned close to Xiao Wu and whispered something in her ear.
A few seconds later, Xiao Wu finally realized what was happening.
She buried her face in Su Mo's chest, but her flushed ears betrayed her.
"Haha, you little bunny, how can you be so naive?"
Su Mo stroked Xiao Wu's hair and said softly.
Just as he was engrossed in the scene, Xiao Wu suddenly poked her head out.
As if enlightened, she pressed on with the question:
"Even though I understand what 'prostitute' means, there are at least thirty people lined up here, how could it be because of 'prostitute'?"
Upon hearing this, Su Mo looked thoughtfully at the crowd on the ground.
The group's cultivation level was at least Soul Venerable, and if they all joined together, Liu Ying wouldn't be able to withstand it.
Unless, of course, this prostitute is a Soul King, or has an extremely strong physical body.
But no Soul King would pursue this profession, and even a Great Soul Master would disdain it.
Thinking about this, Su Mo couldn't help but feel curious.
What could be attracting so many people? Could it be some new type of weapon?
Filled with curiosity, Su Mo carefully peered into the tent.
But no matter how sharp his eyesight was, he couldn't see through the large tent.
Inside the camp.
Zhao Heng approached step by step, and seeing Zhu Zhuqing in tears, he couldn't help but tease her:
"Zhu Zhuqing, have you given up the struggle?"
"If you're giving up, then obediently lay down your armor. The old man is actually very gentle."
Zhu Zhuqing could only retreat step by step, but the camp was only so big, so where could she retreat to?
"What do you want to do!"
Zhu Zhuqing's voice carried a hint of fear.
She had nowhere left to retreat and could only watch as Zhao Heng's exploding figure drew ever closer.
"What? I'm going to fuck you!"
Zhao Heng swallowed hard and lewdly laughed without restraint.
At this point, Zhu Zhuqing was already trapped, like a turtle in a jar or a fish in a pot.
All he needs to do now is calm him down, and he can do whatever he wants!
"You lecherous thief!"
Zhu Zhuqing blushed instantly and kicked out angrily.
Unfortunately, Zhao Heng simply threw a punch, which sent him flying back several meters.
Zhu Zhuqing fell heavily to the ground, her legs covered in several bloody abrasions.
Her white dress was stained with dust and had become increasingly dirty.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Heng's sexual interest grew even stronger.
What he loved most was forcing women into prostitution.
The thought of corrupting this pure white lotus flower made Zhao Heng unable to suppress his excitement.
His body trembled slightly, overwhelmed with excitement.
Seeing the coldness in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, Zhao Heng felt it wasn't enough.
He not only wanted Zhu Zhuqing to submit physically, but also mentally!
He flipped his right hand, and a transparent medicine bottle appeared.
The medicine bottle contained pink powder; inhaling even a tiny bit would cause intense sexual desire.
If the fire is not extinguished within a day, even a Soul Emperor will not escape death.
This is something he bought in the brothel for over a hundred gold soul coins, and it has never been opened yet.
Even if Zhu Zhuqing could endure that unbearable itching sensation, it would be burned away by the flames within her body.
Even if Zhu Zhuqing were pure and innocent, she would still become a lustful woman in the face of this medicine.
"What is this?"
Zhu Zhuqing straightened up and said sternly.
"What is it?"
"You'll see once you try it!"
Zhao Heng chuckled wickedly.
After saying that, he crushed the medicine bottle and with a wave of his hand, pink powder immediately filled the tent.
Zhu Zhuqing quickly held her breath, not daring to inhale a single drop of the powder.
Zhao Heng, however, did not hesitate and inhaled the powder in large gulps.
It was poison to Zhu Zhuqing, but to him it was just flirting.
"Don't want to smoke? I'll help you!"
Zhao Heng roared and strode forward.
He immediately threw a punch, but Zhu Zhuqing was so focused on holding her breath that she didn't even notice it.
Her body flew backward several meters, her tightly closed red lips involuntarily parting slightly.
She tried her best to control the urge to breathe, but a sweet taste rose in her throat and blood gushed out involuntarily.
The air had long been polluted by the inexplicable medicinal powder, and as Zhu Zhuqing gasped for breath, a blush crept onto her face.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Heng was overjoyed.
He knew that was the initial reaction to inhaling the powder.
He wouldn't need to lift a finger; Zhu Zhuqing would come to him on her own.
Zhao Heng simply sat down in the chair and quietly looked at Zhu Zhuqing.
He wanted to see how long this pure and innocent senior could hold out.
Zhu Zhuqing felt unbearably hot all over and even had an urge to remove her armor.
But she still retained her last shred of sanity, and she struggled to run towards the door.
Zhao Heng flashed and blocked Zhu Zhuqing's path.
Zhu Zhuqing looked helplessly towards the door, but all she was met with were fierce, predatory gazes.
"Captain, is it my turn yet?"
One of the team members licked his lips and asked with a smile.
Zhao Heng smiled nonchalantly and replied, "Don't panic, it will definitely be your turn today."
"We swear to serve Captain Zhao Heng to the death!"
"We swear to serve Captain Zhao Heng to the death!"
The thunderous sounds rose and fell, leaving Zhu Zhuqing with only despair.
She never expected that the students in her college would all be this kind of people.
She mustered her last bit of strength and tore the leather tent apart.
"Hey, want to jungle? I'm all for it!"
Zhao Heng chuckled wickedly.
The other team members cheered several times, none of them caring about Zhu Zhuqing's tears.
Su Mo gradually approached, and when he saw the scene before him, he was filled with shock.
Zhu Zhuqing was curled up on a carpet made of cowhide, surrounded by several burly men.
The burly man's face was full of smugness, and he was about to do something wicked.
"Su Mo, that's Sister Zhu Qing!"
Xiao Wu's delicate body trembled slightly, her heart filled with nothing but resentment.
Even if she were naive, she could still tell what had happened.
Fortunately, Zhu Zhuqing's clothes were still intact, only her skirt had some dust on it.
Zhu Zhuqing gazed at the figure in the sky, tears streaming down her face like a small river.
"Su Mo."
She shouted with her last ounce of strength.
(End of this chapter)