"You want to know? Okay, let my junior sisters go first. "
In the face of a legendary figure like the European Martial Emperor, Ye Yingying's muscles tightened. She stared at his eyes and did not dare to relax.
Patrick narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. The black man immediately ran away and shouted in English.
The warriors quickly stopped. The Sacred Maiden Tribe had escaped from death, but almost all of them were injured. None of them were in good condition. They could only support each other to stand firm. Seeing the corpses of their sisters on the ground, they suddenly felt sad and couldn't help but cry bitterly.
"Don't cry. It's really shameful. Get out, all of you, get out as far as you can."
Ye Yingying was also injured. She only felt that her mind was in a trance. She knew that it was a sign of excessive blood loss. She sternly stopped her junior sisters from crying and scolded them angrily with a face full of disgust.
Some of the tribe members wanted to say something angrily, but some discerning people saw through them and stopped them. They cupped their fists and bowed to Ye Yingying with tears in their eyes, "Third Senior Sister, you will always be our Third Senior Sister."
"Who is your Third Senior Sister? I don't want to be the Third Senior Sister of a group of trash. Get out, get out, get out of here. I get upset when I see you. "
Ye Yingying scolded with red eyes.
The girls could not help but sob in a low voice. They knew that they would not help even if they stayed. Instead, they would become her burden. They wiped their tears and walked into the depths of the desert.
It was not that they did not want to go back, but they knew very well that going back was a dead end. These Western warriors would definitely catch up with them. Only in the dangerous desert might there be a chance of survival.
Ye Yingying looked at their backs with relief and whispered in her heart, "I'm sorry, junior sisters. It's all Third Senior Sister's fault. I caused you to walk on the most dangerous path. If there is a next life, I will make it up to you."
"Well, can you tell me how you recognized Horney?"
Patrick was also a clever person. At this moment, he was not worried about the mighty army coming from afar, nor was he in a hurry to ask for the map. Instead, he was holding on to this question.
Ye Yingying slightly raised the corner of her mouth and said indifferently, "Eyes."
"Eyes?"
Patrick repeated himself, not understanding what was going on.
"To be precise, it should be the look in your eyes. Although you've disguised it very well, you can't hide the doting and love in your eyes. Every time you look at Horney, you just glance at him as if you don't care, but in less than two minutes, you've subconsciously looked at him no less than twenty times."
Ye Yingying said with fervor and assurance, "It's like a millionaire who puts all his wealth in a bag when he goes on a long journey and is always worried that he will lose the bag. Looking at your precious son has almost become a subconscious instinct. You may not even be aware of this instinct, but in the eyes of those who are observant, they can easily judge the unusual relationship between you and him. And I happen to know that the European Martial Emperor has an only son, so it's easy to identify his identity."
"Is it really that obvious?" Patrick smiled wryly as if he was deep in thought.
"It's not obvious, but in the eyes of those who are observant, a subtle expression and an insignificant action can make a lot of judgments, and I happen to be an observant person."
Ye Yingying let go of Horney and calmly raised her hands. "I can't give you the map. I have my pride, but you can take it from my dead body."
After saying that, the dagger in her hand slashed at her throat, her face full of the look of facing death calmly.
"Ding!"
Patrick raised his hand, and a silver light flashed. Ye Yingying felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and the dagger fell to the ground.
"Miss Ye Yingying, it's better to live than to die. Why do you take it so hard?"
Patrick's eyes flashed with a strange light, as if he had found a rare treasure. He looked at her with a burning gaze. "I think you're the best gift God has given me."
Ye Yingying felt a chill run down her spine. Ignoring the pain in her wrist, she covered her chest and said angrily, "Old hooligan, don't even think about it …"
"Cough, cough!"
Patrick coughed awkwardly and interrupted her. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he said, "Alright, alright. Beautiful Miss Ye Yingying, I think you've misunderstood me. I'm saying that I think you're a very outstanding girl. Perhaps, you can consider becoming my daughter-in-law."
Ye Yingying glanced at the indifferent Horney with a dull expression. To be honest, although this guy was already in his sixties or seventies, he was still quite handsome. He looked like he was only in his early thirties.
Patrick actually wanted her to marry this famous wastrel? Based on what? She immediately shook her head. "Don't even think about it. I won't marry him even if I die."
"Why?"
Patrick's face suddenly darkened. "Don't tell me you also look down on him?"
Ye Yingying was shrouded in a terrifying aura. She shuddered all over. But for someone like her who had already decided to die, she wasn't even afraid of death. What else was there to be afraid of?
She immediately shook her head in a neither servile nor overbearing manner. "It's not a matter of looking down on him. It's just that I don't like him at all, and it's impossible for me to marry a westerner."
"It doesn't matter if you don't like him. There's an old saying in Shenzhou that feelings can be cultivated slowly. As for westerners and easterners, in my opinion, they're all human beings. It's not a problem. It's settled. From now on, you'll be my daughter-in-law. Give me a grandson as soon as possible."
Patrick's expression softened a little, and he made an unquestionable decision.
Ye Yingying was dumbfounded. Was this European Martial Emperor sick in the head? He was so overbearing. No wonder Horney looked so indifferent. It was probably not the first or second time that such a thing happened. He had long been used to it.
What about Horney's former wife? Could it be that Patrick killed her because she couldn't give birth to a child? The thought sent shivers down her spine.
"Horney, are you satisfied with this daughter-in-law? You must work hard and give me a grandson as soon as possible. Do you understand? "
Patrick seemed to be in a good mood. He looked at Horney gently and kindly and said softly.
"Yes, father. I'll work hard."
Horney bowed respectfully and replied.
Ye Yingying didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that there seemed to be a touch of sadness in Horney's eyes. They were really a strange pair of father and son.
"Haha, okay, then you can consummate the marriage now."
Patrick laughed happily, but what he said made Ye Yingying dumbfounded and inexplicably ashamed and resentful.
"Don't even think about it. You're talking to yourselves. Have you ever asked for my opinion? I won't agree even if I die. "
Ye Yingying shouted with shame and anger. She reached out to pick up the dagger on the ground and stabbed it hard into her heart.
"Clang!"
Patrick was indeed a European Martial Emperor. Even if his cultivation was suppressed, his speed and reaction were incredibly fast. Ye Yingying only felt a pain in her wrist, and the dagger slipped out of her hand again.
Patrick's face was so gloomy that it could drip water. He stared at Ye Yingying coldly and said, "I have the final say in this matter. You have no right to decide."
"Bullshit. Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you're a bullshit Martial Emperor. I'd rather die than marry a useless son like you."
Ye Yingying roared hysterically.
"Pa!"
A loud slap landed on Ye Yingying's face. The terrifying force sent her flying several meters before she fell heavily to the ground.
Patrick took out a white handkerchief and slowly wiped his palm. He said matter-of-factly, "No one has ever dared to disobey my opinion. I'll give you one more chance. Agree or die."
"Ptui! Even if I die, I won't agree to a pervert like you. If you have the guts, then kill me."
Ye Yingying's face was red and swollen. She spat out a molar with blood and foam on it. She would rather die than submit as she cursed angrily.
Patrick suddenly smiled. His smile looked extremely sinister and terrifying under the scorching sun. It sent chills down one's spine and made one's hair stand on end.
Ye Yingying was not even afraid of death. However, she actually felt fear when she saw his perverted smile. Her body subconsciously curled up as she looked at him in horror.
However, out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently saw Horny's back facing his father. He kept winking at her anxiously, as if asking her to agree and not to anger Patrick.
"Horny, my dear son, you've seen it for yourself. This bitch is very disobedient. She actually dared to look down on you. This makes me very angry. Therefore, she must receive the most severe punishment."
Patrick was like a demon who changed his face. When he faced his son, Horny, he was filled with love and pampering. However, when he faced others, he was as cold as winter.
The rapid change in his expression made Ye Yingying's heart turn cold. She had a feeling that something more unacceptable than death was about to happen.
Horny was still winking at her earlier. However, at this moment, he suddenly became expressionless. He said indifferently, "You're right, my dear father."
When Ye Yingying saw the flash of pity and helplessness in Horny's eyes, she felt more and more strange. The relationship between this father and son seemed to be very unusual. It was not as harmonious as it seemed on the surface.
But soon, she had no time to think about the relationship between the father and son. She widened her eyes in horror as she looked at the four disciples behind Patrick. Including the black man, they all surrounded her with sinister smiles. Anyone could imagine what they were going to do next with their eyes filled with lust.
"Get lost. Don't come over."
Ye Yingying was terrified. She was not afraid of death, but she was afraid of being humiliated by these beasts before she died.
Tear!
The black man reached out and tore her snow-white dress, which was stained with blood, revealing a large area of her white chest. His Adam's apple rolled. It seemed that he hated her struggle and resistance. He scolded her fiercely in English. Then, he slapped Ye Yingying to the ground without any mercy.
Ye Yingying's head was buzzing, and her brain was in a state of shutdown. In any case, she did not expect that the European Martial Emperor would be so perverted. He even asked his four disciples to take turns with her in front of everyone.
However, Patrick's next words made her feel like she had fallen into an abyss. She realized that she had thought too kindly of this perverted devil.
"Don't worry. Line up. Everyone will have a share. This is a female disciple of the Divine Land's Holy Gate. I think everyone will like this gift."
Patrick's eyes sparkled with excitement and expectation. He licked his lips and stared at Ye Yingying's graceful body without blinking and shouted loudly.
The quiet crowd suddenly boiled like boiling water. Countless hot eyes looked at Ye Yingying, who was surrounded by the four men like a little sheep. The sound of swallowing saliva could be heard continuously.
The West was an open place, and it was common for men and women to do things between men and women. Western warriors were even more fond of women. Almost every day, they would not be happy without women.
Logically speaking, they would not be so interested in a woman. However, Ye Yingying was from the Holy Gate. This identity undoubtedly stimulated the hormone secretion of this group of beasts. Suddenly, their bestial nature was aroused.
Even if some people could not stand it, they did not dare to say no because of the despotic power of the Martial Emperor.
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