The Dark Prince's Special Forces Concubine

The sky suddenly brightened and a gentle breeze blew.

In the holy land of southern Xinjiang, located between four countries, the sun shines through the clouds and falls on the emerald green mountains, which are shining brightly like a natural ink painting.

The terrain here is gentle, with mountains stacked up one after another, none of them very high. There are springs flowing, ancient pines growing tall, and from time to time flocks of birds fly by, singing in the distance between the peaks and valleys.

The Southern Xinjiang Witch Tribe Temple, a building full of mystery and antiquity, stands on top of a verdant mountain.

The outer walls of the temple are engraved with complex runes and mysterious totems, and every stroke contains powerful witchcraft power.

The Saint lives in the Saint's Hall at the highest point of the temple, which is located on a single-layer white marble platform. The hall is paved with gold bricks, making it even more magnificent.

Inside the hall, on the gilded, phoenix-carved throne, lay a stunning beauty.

She had a seductive snake bun on her head and was wearing a white halter dress. Her snow-white shoulders were covered with a layer of almost transparent gauze, and her round and white little rabbits were faintly visible, and her breasts were about to jump out of the halter.

Surrounding her were four handsome men in scantily clad clothes. One of them was massaging her shoulders, another was gently patting her thighs and calves, and another was peeling the fruit with his slender fingers and feeding the fruit to her with his bare hands.

There was also a stunningly handsome man less than three feet in front of her, dancing an enchanting dance in a seductive manner.

At dusk, the Saint Witch Nan Ming, who had an extremely enjoyable expression, suddenly stood up, her eyes cold and cruel, ruthless and cold-blooded: "Waste! She has not improved at all in all these years! Now she has been directly wasted by someone, it's really a waste of my years of cultivating her!"

Wu Nanming felt the dying natal Gu in Concubine Yang's body, which had suddenly lost contact, and knew that she had been killed by someone.

He also thought of the tracking Gu that he had placed on Nan Yuxue, which had disappeared without a trace in the early hours of last night, and a feeling of depression rose in his heart.

"Bring Wu Jingxuan to me!"

Wu Nanming had no way to vent the anger in his heart. The two chess pieces he had spent many years training were inexplicably destroyed for unknown reasons.

Gumanlin is such a waste. She was asked to go to Donglin Country to find Brother Sheng. I don’t know what she has been doing these days?

There was no news at all.

Brother Sheng is really something. He has been preparing for so many years to deal with the weakest Donglin Kingdom, but he stayed there for such a long time without any response.

Could it be that some unexpected event occurred in Donglin Kingdom and the change of dynasty failed?

Thinking of his elder sisters Concubine Yang and Nan Yuxue who were under the control of mental power, they were both important chess pieces arranged in Donglin Kingdom.

Concubine Yang's natal Gu had just disappeared without a trace. If nothing unexpected happened, Nan Yuxue should have also died.

So it seems like Brother Sheng is in danger now? !

The handsome man who was massaging the Saint's shoulders spoke with grievance, and said in a coquettish voice: "Saint, is it that Chenyu didn't serve you well enough? Saint, you didn't even comfort Chenyu..."

Wu Nanming supported the table with one hand and slapped Chenyu with his right palm.

The words he spoke out were like a ghost in the middle of the night, cold and terrifying, "Take him away and throw him into the Ten Thousand Bones Cave, and use him as food for Brother Sheng's pet."

"No! Saint Lady, Chenyu will never dare to do that again... Saint Lady, no..."

Chenyu, who had just suffered a serious injury, spat out a mouthful of thick blood, staining his transparent clothes on his chest red. He did not forget to kneel on the ground, crying and begging for mercy from Wu Nanming.

"No wind, no rain, didn't you hear my order?! Hmm~~"

Wu Nanming's icy voice radiated towards the center of the hall, and her dress fluttered without wind.

"Subordinates take orders!"

Two men in blue appeared instantly, grabbed Chenyu's shoulders and flew out.

In midair, only Chenyu's hysterical voice begging for mercy remained: "Saint Lady, please don't, please let Chenyu go. Chenyu will never dare to do it again..."

The other three people in the hall were not surprised. They lowered their eyes and stared quietly at the golden ground.

At this time, a handsome man in white, who looked like a banished immortal, came into the hall.

He bowed respectfully to Wu Nanming and asked calmly in a magnetic voice, "I wonder what instructions the Saint has for Jingxuan?"

Wu Nanming raised a wicked smile and walked slowly in front of Wu Jingxuan. She lifted his delicate chin charmingly and affectionately, "Jingxuan, I asked you to come here because there is something very important that I need you to do."

Wu Jingxuan lowered his eyes and stared at Wu Nanming expressionlessly, "Please explain, Saint."

Wu Nanming giggled and stroked Wu Jingxuan's extremely handsome face with her small hand, "Jingxuan, I want you to go to Donglin Kingdom to do something. Once it's done, I promise to let you meet your mother!"

As to whether it was a living mother or a cold corpse, it’s hard to say!

Wu Jingxuan's expressionless face finally showed a hint of emotion, and his eyes shone with light: "Is what the Saint said true? As long as Jingxuan can do this for you, you can let Jingxuan meet mother?"

Wu Nanming stared at him with her phoenix eyes, her brows softened, and her tone was gentle: "Of course! In all these years, when have I ever lied to you? So what? Have you thought it through?"

Wu Jingxuan's eyebrows relaxed, and he spoke seriously, "Saintess, Jingxuan agrees! After the matter is done, please don't forget what you promised Jingxuan."

Over the years, when have you fulfilled your promises? I can count them on one hand!

But in order to see his mother, Jingxuan would not give up even if it was a slim chance!

"Hahaha! What a good kid! I like good and obedient kids!"

Wu Nanming laughed heartily upon hearing this, and the waves in his chest rose and fell.

Wu Jingxuan turned his eyes away and looked into the distance, quietly waiting for Wu Nanming's order.

Wu Nanming stood on tiptoe and got close to Wu Jingxuan's ear, whispering in a sweet voice.

Wu Jingxuan smelled the obscene scent coming from Wu Nanming, which was mixed with a strong scent of musk, and tried hard to suppress the nausea that was rising in his throat.

He had been listening attentively to Wu Nanming's whispers, and after listening without any emotion, he turned around and left the Holy Maiden Palace.

Wu Nanming's evil eyes were full of contradictions: he hated the fact that he was the child of Brother Sheng and Sister Sheng, but he also coveted his handsome face and perfect body that were 80% similar to Brother Sheng's.

Wu Nanming extended the tip of her pink tongue to lick her upper lip, and said with a wicked smile: "Oh, little thing, sooner or later you will be my slave!"

Anything that happens in the hall will not be spread outside the temple. If there is any disturbance, Wu Nanming's ruthless methods are well-known throughout the southern border.

"Come on, little beauty, let's continue the game we were playing and not be interrupted by unhappy things!"

Wu Nanming stretched out her snow-white soft hands and rubbed the handsome man who had just danced the wave dance. With a "rip" sound, she tore the already cool gauze on his body.

"Lady Saint, Chenyu is here to report!"

Replacing the previous stunningly handsome man, he walked in from outside the hall, looking at Wu Nanming with his elk-like eyes as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

Wu Nanming suddenly pushed the handsome man in her arms away, walked to the new beauty with shining eyes, and reached her little hand directly into the handsome man's veil, constantly stroking his eight abdominal muscles.

She murmured, "Wulei Wudian's current aesthetic taste is becoming more and more to my taste! These new handsome men are so attractive! How can I control myself..."

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