ride on the back of a dragon

Carat was stunned, what helper?He turned his head to look at Hill in confusion, who shook his head at him.

"Pretend to be stupid? I underestimated you, Your Excellency the Knight. I shouldn't have any kindness towards you at all." With a wave of Duke Mehta's hand, the guards rushed in and filled the narrow room in an instant.They tied the hands of Carat who was stunned in place with hemp rope, took off his saber, and ignored his repeated words: "Is anyone looking for my father?"

The lord gritted out a few words viciously: "The Hall of Idols."

Carat knew where the Hall of the Idols was.In Chuyue Valley, where the folk customs are simple and honest, those who are brought there are all vicious and vicious people.In Carat's memory, the last person who entered the hall of idols was the Sand Bandit whom he personally captured, but he never thought it would be his turn now.The difference is that the sand bandit gang murdered for money and had a lot of blood and debts, but Carat didn't hurt anyone.

The Statue Hall is the underground stone room of the Duke's Mansion. It is named so because of a huge stone bust inside.It is said that craftsmen carved it according to the portrait of the goddess of truth more than a hundred years ago.

But the reason why people confide the truth in front of the God of Truth is not because of divine guidance, but because they cannot resist round after round of cruel punishment.Coming out of the gate of the hall of statues, it is not like a human nor a ghost.

The huge underground stone chamber is cold and cold all year round. The eyes of the stone statue are open, and the eyeballs in the middle of half a person's height have no pupils.

The anger burned the lord's eyes into blood red, and Duke Mehta stared at Hill ferociously, pointing to the cross opposite the statue: "Tie him up." They fixed Hill's neck, wrists and ankles on the four directions of the cross, Take off his shirt.Hill didn't struggle, but quietly looked at the black clothes that were thrown aside.

"It's not fair!" Carat broke free from the guard's hands, and her wrist was tingling again when she was pulled, the skin there was rubbed again, and countless burrs were stuck in it.Thinking that it took Hill a long time to clean it up for him last night, he was annoyed for a while.

He stood in front of Hill: "You shouldn't treat him like this."

"Where is the dragon?" The Duke sat on a chair brought by someone beside him, holding a strange bronze whip, and lost his patience: "I will give you one last chance, young man. Hand over the dragon, the previous thing We can write it off." As he spoke, he waved his hand casually, and the dense scales on the whip stood up one after another, and the whips passed across the stone like a blade, leaving dense scratches.

Carat's heart sank, and she looked back at Hill's exposed wheat-colored skin. Given his stature, a whip would not only tear his skin apart, but he might directly see his bones.

"Dragon Tail Whip..." Hill frowned, "Kara, get out of the way."

"Oh, you know the goods. Mr. Hill, you really are not an ordinary person. This is the only thing in the world. Is it the highest honor to be in close contact with the dragon scale? Tell me. Tell me all about your plot." The Duke looked at it with pity. Looking at him: "How many times can your small body take?"

Carat has heard rumors that the reason why the Mehta family became the lords of this land more than 200 years ago is because they successfully helped the army of the king's capital to kill the fire dragon, so they won the hereditary glory, fief and wealth, and also got the dragon tailbone Whip made with dragon scales.Carat has always regarded this as a story fabricated by the aristocrats to flatter and flatter, admiring their rich imagination.

"Where's your father, Carat. Who rescued your father, and how did he avoid everyone's eyes and ears to get the key? Who ordered you?" Meta moved his right shoulder, and the muscles there contracted and knotted with the force .

"No, Duke. I have just learned that my father is missing, and we have no accomplices, no plans, no accusations..."

"Carat! Get out of the way!" Hill's voice behind him roared together with the wind in front of him. Carat had only a blink of an eye to hesitate. He closed his eyes and turned his head sideways, and finally chose to stand where he was and didn't dodge.The dragon scales easily cut off Carat's dirty white sleeves and skin, and cut off the leather rope tied to the ponytail. The pale golden hair was scattered all of a sudden, and bright red blood came out from countless small wounds on his arm. Flowing down the fingertips, it becomes a meandering scarlet stream in the crevice of the stone floor.Carat's arm was cold and numb for a moment, and he felt the pain layer after layer when he looked down and saw the blood. He hadn't suffered any injuries, and the most painful time in memory was when he was pierced through the shoulder blade by Sand Bandit's sword.

"Carat!" Hill woke him up with a burst of tinnitus: "Get out of the way. This thing can't hurt me."

Carat bit her lip, squeezed a smile as hard as she could, and said vaguely, "The dragon scales are amazing." Fortunately, Frey didn't fall into their hands.Otherwise, will it become such a terrible weapon?Dragons are really dangerous. Such a powerful tail can undoubtedly sweep away thousands of troops.But even without the dragon, the tail would be just as dangerous, if not more dangerous, if it fell into human hands.

"Still no one said?" Duke Mehta raised his whip again, but Iben grabbed his wrist: "Don't beat him to death."

He leaned over to Carat's ear: "Silly boy, I believe you really don't know, but when you work for others, you should at least find out his details." Eben stretched out his hand to the side, and someone immediately handed over the cloth towel .He lightly pressed Carat's arm a few times, and the cloth was instantly soaked red: "Tsk tsk, scratches on dragon scales don't heal easily."

Carat stared at the people who pretended to be concerned, and he knew that these people would be good at sowing discord next.

"Have you ever thought that it is possible that your father was let go by him? He pretended not to know, but made you here to bleed for him. He took away the dragon, took away your father, only you are stupid Foolish to believe this dishonest little lover. Is it worth it? Don't be fooled by appearance. Know that good-looking skins are everywhere, and you are still young."

It's not that Carat has never been suspicious of Hill. If he hadn't come back, then Ibn's questioning might still have some weight.But now, everything is different, and Hill has the option to neither try to coax him nor abandon him.

"He didn't." Carat didn't want to talk nonsense. Instead of arguing with him, it's better to save some energy and endure a few more times, so as to buy some time for Hill to come up with a countermeasure.

"Tsk." Iben threw the blood-stained cloth towel aside, exchanged glances with Duke Meta, and grabbed Carat's collar: "Guess your little lover is using you?"

Eben tore off Carat's clothes along his torn sleeves. Just when Cara thought he was going to be tied to a cross, Iben untied his belt and stripped him of all the clothes. The white body is exposed in full view.Except for the left arm covered with wounds covered by the color of blood, the other parts are smooth and delicate like a piece of luminous white satin.

Carat looked at the piece of cloth with the medal pinned to it lying on the ground, the silver was no longer shining, and it was covered with a layer of blood stains, like a discarded piece thrown in the garbage dump.

"Then I will make it difficult for you, and help you recognize him." Eben pinched his chin and hooked his mouth, and was stopped by Meta when he was about to move: "Eben, you don't need to come in person, don't let him dirty you. With a backhand finger, he pointed out two tall personal guards: "You guys, have you tried men?"

"How dare you!" Hill suddenly raised his head.

"It's okay, Hill." Carat endured the pain and stood naked in the middle, with only a few whips on the left and right, and it made no difference whether there were clothes or not in front of Longlin.

"Shut up, idiot." Hill's voice was extremely low, and his green eyes stared at the two guards who were undressing. They couldn't help but stop their movements after being stared at by him. The air pressure dropped in an instant.Carat didn't know if the suffocation was the illusion of being injured, time seemed to stand still, no one made a sound or moved.

It was Duke Meta who came back to his senses first. He breathed a sigh of relief as if he was excited, rubbed his chin and ordered two people at random: "You two, go and try our delicious little knight. After trying it, what do you want? You can tell me anything. Anything. Jewelry, women, titles."

As if they couldn't resist the temptation of these words after all, the two bodyguards rushed towards Carat without taking off their clothes.Carat put his right hand on his chest to prevent them from punching, but no one hit him.Carat's eyes blurred, and her mouth was blocked.A sour smell of fermented cheese filled his mouth, he felt nauseated, and knocked the offender away with his knee.The man knelt on the ground with a cry of pain, but the other didn't stop, reaching out and pinching Cara's wound under the watchful eyes of Mehta and Eben.His fingers seemed to be pinched into the opened flesh, and Kela was sweating in pain, and was crushed to the ground.The man who had been kicked down got up again, and groped Carat's waist amidst cynicism and sarcasm. Carat's fine hair stood on end when touched by his rough bronze-colored hands that were stained with dust.

"Hill. Where did you hide the dragon?" Meta asked the man on the cross: "Who do you serve and who do you serve? I can give you whatever you want."

Although he didn't know exactly what they were going to do, but for their inexplicable touch, Carat was extremely uncomfortable both physically and mentally. He didn't hold back any more, lifted the two of them off his shoulders, restrained them temporarily, and got up from the ground.He was a little at a loss, the smiles of Mehta and Iben were mixed with obscenities, Mehta waved his hand, and the dozen or so guards behind him took off their armor expressionlessly, and hurriedly pressed Carat on the ground. On the ground, Carat didn't realize what she was about to face until the private place was touched and played with by them.

He had heard tales of man-to-man romances, and little women's delightful discussions of the sordid games played in the walled courtyards of the nobles.But at this moment, these people stared at him as if they were looking at a romantic protagonist in gossip.Carat's injured arm was pinched by two or three hands, and the bleeding never stopped. He was gradually unable to do what he wanted in the struggle, and the pain and the cold caused by excessive blood loss made him feel like years. He looked desperately at Hill, that smart man. Surely there will be a way, right?

Duke Mehta seemed to be sure that such a dirty picture would be less labor-intensive but more cruel than the whip of the dragon scale, so he simply abandoned the latter. He sat back on his chair and looked at Hill leisurely: "Hand over the dragon. These people will stop immediately .”

"Can you do it?" Eben joked, and the men seemed to be irritated by Carat's endless resistance and the nobles' mocking jokes, and their actions became more and more rude.

"Hmm..." Carat felt a rough finger slide down from the back of his body and suddenly invaded his body. He instinctively tightened his muscles and kicked a person flying. The person pressed his ribs and never got up again.

"Grass." Two slaps slapped his rear buttocks, accompanied by the men's panting and swearing, red slap marks appeared on the white skin.

"Tell them to stop, I tell you." Hill lowered his eyes, his chest heaving.

"You guys stop." Duke Mehta clapped his hands.

Clatu struggled to get up from the ground, the eyes of the men around him were still red, their lower bodies were obviously congested, and their faces with stubble were gnashing their teeth.Carat couldn't help gagging, and glared at Mehta viciously.He could hold back the pain, but not the humiliation.

"Speak, wise man." Duke Mehta had the chance to win.

"Dragon..." Hill's voice suddenly became weaker, and Carat watched his lips fluttering.

Duke Mehta came closer: "Speak up."

"I don't want to kill people." Hill suddenly raised his head, and broke the metal lock that fixed his hands and feet on the cross with all his strength. With a few clangs, the metal collapsed and flew to the stone wall, and Hill rushed towards Mehta like a wind. He reached out and pinched his throat.

The illuminated torches in the stone room flickered, and everyone rushed towards the two of them. Kela stood in the distance and saw Hill's pupils shrunk into a thin line, like a cat or a lizard.The hand pinching the lord's neck suddenly became bony, and the killing intent at this moment made Carat freeze in place and dare not move.

Everyone seemed to be the same as him, watching Duke Mehta's bloodshot eyes and sticking out his tongue.Only Eben, overcoming the overwhelming sense of oppression, drew out his dagger and stabbed at Hill.

The cold light of the dagger flashed, and Carat seemed to come alive. He rushed over and grabbed Iben's shoulders and knocked him to the ground. Then he turned around and hugged Hill: "I can't kill him. Hill. No. You can't kill anyone! "

Honeymoon:

The door to the new world opened a crack, and the world of adults is very exciting.

Clara: No... I'm still waiting for the little beauty with the long tail to come back to me.

Hill: ...emmmm...