The Savage Lady Wants to Kill Me! Reborn on the Path of Cultivation

The general saw Zhou Baiyuan's rage and couldn't help but shrink his neck and stand with his body bent. He didn't dare to breathe, let alone respond.

Zhou Baiyuan was furious and waved his arms, shouting: "Kill! A Liao, kill all the captured deserters, leaving no one alive!"

"This... Sir, we are short of manpower right now. If we kill so many people, I'm afraid..."

"Why should we be lenient to these cowardly, incompetent, and cowardly deserters? If we don't punish them severely to serve as a warning to others, how can we maintain strict military discipline? Don't say anything more, kill them, don't spare any of them!" Zhou Baiyuan was furious, his face ashen.

"As you command!" The burly general sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he was locked in by Zhou Baiyuan's sharp gaze. He called out in a sarcastic tone, "Zhang Liao!"

Zhang Liao heard this and hurriedly stopped and turned around, bowing and asking, "My lord, do you have any other instructions?"

Zhou Baiyuan smiled and said softly, "I'm just curious, you won't abandon me, right?"

The current situation is urgent, with the Hongxing Army and the imperial army approaching, deserters rampant, and Zhou Baiyuan finding it difficult to find anyone he can trust.

Zhang Liao trembled slightly when he heard this. He leaned forward and said respectfully, "I was originally a wanted criminal by the court. Fortunately, you were magnanimous and took me in. I will never forget this kindness. How dare I betray you!"

Zhou Baiyuan nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand, "Go and execute the order."

After Zhang Liao left, Zhou Baiyuan's eyes fell on the broken pieces of teacup scattered all over the floor. He was upset and shouted irritably, "Someone, clean up the floor!"

As he finished speaking, a young maid rushed in from the door, knelt on the ground, and carefully picked up the broken pieces of teacup scattered on the ground.

Zhou Baiyuan was about to step out of the door when he caught a glimpse of the maid's face from the corner of his eye. He paused, looked at her carefully for a moment, and asked curiously, "I don't think I've seen you before?"

The maid who was tidying up heard this and quickly lowered her head and replied, "I am the new maid."

"Oh? No wonder I feel unfamiliar with you." Zhou Baiyuan's eyes stayed on her face for a long time, and after a moment he asked softly, "What's your name?"

The maid replied respectfully: "My name is Xiao Qian."

"Xiao Qian..." Zhou Baiyuan repeated with a smile, with admiration in his eyes.

He noticed that Xiaoqian was wearing a light blue cloth dress. Although it was not gorgeous, it could not conceal her extraordinary temperament, and her purity even added a bit of lively beauty.

He nodded with satisfaction and said gently, "This name is quite pleasant to the ear."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, gently helped Xiaoqian up from the ground, and said kindly: "You don't need to clean up here, go to my bedroom and tidy it up."

"Yes, sir!" the little maid responded, then turned and left, leaving behind a graceful figure.

Zhou Baiyuan looked at her back and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

He turned and walked out, and his two personal attendants quickly followed him. One of them asked tentatively, "Where are you going, sir?"

"I plan to go back to my room and take a nap." Zhou Baiyuan said as he yawned loudly, looking extremely tired.

The two followers knew his temper well, and when they saw his reaction, they knew that he had lustful intentions towards the maid.

The two of them understood and stopped asking questions, but just bowed silently.

Zhou Baiyuan walked into his bedroom and saw two followers trying to follow him in. He immediately stopped and turned around and ordered, "You two stay outside the door. Don't let anyone in without my order."

"Yes, sir!" The two followers bowed in response.

Zhou Baiyuan smiled slightly and then closed the door gently.

Walking through the hall and into the inner room, he saw the maid Xiaoqian, who was wiping the floor with her back to him, concentrating on wiping the floor. She held the rag tightly in both hands and kept moving, with her little butt wiggling up and down.

This scene made Zhou Baiyuan feel hot in his stomach. He approached quietly until he stood behind Xiaoqian.

Bending down slowly, he gradually closed the distance between them. At the same time, a unique fragrance of a young girl quietly penetrated into his nostrils, causing his heart to shake.

Finally, he reached out and gently patted Xiaoqian's butt.

"Ah!" Xiaoqian didn't expect there was someone behind her. She was frightened by the sudden touch and cried out. She turned around and saw that it was Zhou Baiyuan. She knelt on the ground and said in a thin voice: "Sir..."

Zhou Baiyuan was very fond of this gentle, lovely, pure and unworldly maid. He couldn't help laughing out loud, then he put his arms around her waist and gently picked her up.

Xiao Qian was frightened by his sudden action and screamed repeatedly. She asked in a trembling voice: "Master...Master, what are you doing..."

He chuckled and said, "Xiao Qian, you are so beautiful. It would be a shame for you to be a maid in my house. How about being my concubine?"

After he finished speaking, he picked her up horizontally, walked straight to the bed, and threw her onto the soft bed.

Xiao Qian was about to struggle to get up, but was held down by Zhou Baiyuan's huge body. She shook her head desperately and shouted, "Sir, no... no..."

However, her slender body seemed so powerless in front of Zhou Baiyuan's strength, and no matter how she struggled, she could not break free from his restraints.

Zhou Baiyuan pressed her under him, grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, then freed one hand and began to take off her clothes...

As the belt was untied, revealing the red bellyband and a large area of ​​snow-white skin, Zhou Baiyuan's eyes almost popped out, and he felt a surge of desire rushing straight to his head...

He lay down and started biting and kissing Xiaoqian's snow-white neck and chest.

Xiaoqian struggled hard at first, but soon, she seemed exhausted or had accepted her fate, and her resistance gradually subsided.

Seeing this, Zhou Baiyuan became even more complacent. He laid on top of her, touching her all over, gasping in disgust.

Xiaoqian stopped struggling, but a heart-pounding cold light flashed in her eyes.

While Zhou Baiyuan was immersed in lust and fully focused on her body, she quietly raised one hand, gently stroked her head, and took out a copper hairpin from her bun.

She held the copper hairpin tightly, hiding it under her tangled hair.

Just as Zhou Baiyuan was about to tear off her bellyband, Xiaoqian suddenly shouted, "You pervert, die!"

She swung the copper hairpin in her hand violently and stabbed Zhou Baiyuan's vest viciously.

"puff!"

The tip of the copper hairpin pierced the target accurately, but encountered a strong resistance...

There is armor under the clothes...

Xiao Qian cried out in her heart, "Not good!", and in a flash, she adjusted her posture and raised the hairpin again unwillingly, aiming at Zhou Baiyuan's temple.

But for an assassin, the first strike is the decisive blow, success or failure depends on it.

If you fail, there will be no second chance...