At the peak of the lone mountain, the wind whistled and the chill was desolate.
A lone man and a lone woman hugged each other, adding a beautiful scenery to the lone mountain.
Unfortunately, in the next moment, the youth was ruthlessly thrown over her shoulder and smashed into a mountain rock.
"Ah!"
A blood-curdling scream pierced through the sky, startling the birds in the sky and causing them to speed up. Soon, they disappeared without a trace.
The Rose of Death. She didn't have such a title for no reason.
Since the day she joined the Death Legion, she had killed countless people. Whoever touched her would die. At that time, she hadn't covered her face and revealed her stunning face. It was a fatal temptation to any man.
One after another, thirsty men wanted to take her for themselves. These men either killed each other or were killed by her.
Her origin was quite mysterious. When she first came to the Death Legion, she was only in the realm of a senior warrior. However, with the Brand of Death that she comprehended from the Battle Skill Tablet, she was able to make rapid breakthroughs all the way. Soon, she was promoted from a small soldier to a centurion, a chiliarch, and even a commander. She was unstoppable all the way. No one could stop her.
When she was fancied by one of the deputy generals, she was only at the peak of the general realm. That deputy general was at the initial stage of the Earth Sea Realm and was a genuine king.
That deputy general forcefully took her. He felt that the Rose of Death wouldn't be able to escape from his grasp.
In the end, the deputy general was castrated and killed by the Rose of Death.
This matter alarmed the entire army and even the general knew of her existence.
In order to punish the Rose of Death, he directly sent her to the barbarian encampment to kill barbarians. At that time, the general promised that if she could come back alive and kill a hundred barbarian generals and four hundred barbarian soldiers, he would make up for her mistake and promote her to the commander of the Death Legion.
In the end, the Rose of Death completed this mission after half a year and returned. At that time, she had become a genuine king. Her path of death had been initially condensed and the Rose of Death's name spread throughout the army.
The general immediately fulfilled his promise and handed the Death Legion to her. Five years had passed since that day.
Ever since she became the leader of the Death Legion, she no longer showed her true face. At the same time, no one dared to find trouble with her.
She didn't expect that after five years, there would be a brat who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He hugged her waist from behind and said such shameless words.
At that moment, her heart was beating extremely fast and her face was burning hot. She was completely at a loss and her delicate body was in a state of limp.
If that brat hadn't climbed up the pole and licked her earlobe, she wouldn't have done such an extreme thing.
Yang Wu was smashed into the ground, creating a deep pit. He was dizzy and his body felt as if it had fallen apart. Even after fighting for so long, he hadn't been injured as badly as this.
After all, it was a high-level Earth Sea Realm King. Even if it was just a light blow, it was enough to make him suffer.
Fortunately, the Rose of Death didn't do anything to him. Instead, she revealed a conflicted expression and appeared to be at a loss. In the end, she muttered, "Who told you to be so impudent!"
Then, she mysteriously took out a healing pill and stuffed it into Yang Wu's mouth without any explanation.
Yang Wu, this reckless guy, even licked her finger. She was so scared that she quickly shrank back as if she had been electrocuted.
The Rose of Death made a pose to hit Yang Wu, but Yang Wu wailed, "If you have the heart, then beat me to death. In any case, you've wanted to kill me for a long time. Isn't it just because I saw your body once? I did it to save you. It wasn't intentional. "
"You still dare to say that!" The Rose of Death trembled in anger.
Yang Wu wasn't afraid of being scalded. He continued, "I'm just speaking the truth. In any case, I fell in love with you from the first time I saw you. Even if you threw me to the barbarians and I was almost killed by them, I didn't blame you. I know you're angry. Now that you've vented your anger, can't we have a good talk? If you really don't love me, then just tell me clearly. If you still can't vent your anger, then just kill me and end it all. In any case, other people are eyeing my head. I'll die either way, so I might as well die in your hands. That way, I won't feel wronged even if I become a ghost. "
Yang Wu said these words without blushing or skipping a beat. In any case, he had already thrown caution to the wind. If he couldn't make the Rose of Death fall in love with him, then he would die in the military camp. It was easy for a lieutenant general to deal with a mere junior general like him.
Although he had a little intention of using the Rose of Death, he had indeed seen her soul-stirring beauty. No man could stop himself from liking her, and he was no exception.
It wasn't that the Rose of Death hadn't heard of those sweet words of courtship, but when Yang Wu said it so confidently, her heart was in a mess. She didn't know how to respond. Her emotions were very complicated. There was love, anxiety, and confusion … She wasn't sure how she felt about him.
"Scoundrel!" The Rose of Death lightly stomped her foot and cursed before flying away.
Yang Wu hurriedly called out, "Rose, I love you!"
His voice wasn't soft. It scared the Rose of Death so much that her body continuously swayed and she almost fell from the sky.
The Rose of Death disappeared.
Yang Wu's face was overflowing with a smile as he muttered to himself, "That girl's heart is moved. It seems that my handsome man trick is already half successful. As long as I work harder, I can definitely get her." After pausing for a moment, he sighed, "My life is bitter. In order to protect myself, I'm even about to sell my own body. If that slug finds out, I don't know if she'll cry."
Yang Wu's mind thought of the little slug who always wore her hair in pigtails and loved to cry. His heart was immediately filled with boundless fighting spirit. He still had an unfulfilled three year promise with her. He still hadn't fulfilled it, so how could he die here?
Yang Wu operated the Exalted Nine Profound Arts, quickly recovering the injuries on his body. Soon, he struggled to sit cross-legged. He patted his forehead and said, "I forgot to discuss the matter of the pill with that girl. Forget it, I'll discuss it with her next time."
Yang Wu's recovery speed became faster and faster. After circulating two to three cycles, the effects of the pill hadn't completely dispersed yet, but the pain on his body had completely disappeared.
He stood up and wanted to go down, but when he looked at his surroundings, he was completely dumbfounded.
This lonely peak was a cliff. It was very steep and very high. There wasn't any place to rest his feet. How was he going to go down from here?
"Rose, oh Rose, oh Captain, oh Captain, quickly come back and save me!" Yang Wu loudly shouted in the direction that the Rose of Death had just left.
"Little Hei, oh Little Hei, oh Immortal Emperor, oh Immortal Emperor, quickly come and save me!"
Unfortunately, no one paid attention to him even if he shouted himself hoarse.
Helpless, Yang Wu could only think of a way to save himself. In any case, he was also a martial artist in the General Realm. Could it be that he couldn't climb down from here?
Yang Wu walked to the edge of the lonely peak and looked down. The three hundred meter tall mountain was incomparably vertical. If he fell down, he would probably be smashed to pieces.
At this moment, a cold wind blew by. A few pieces of gravel brushed past his feet and directly fell down. He seemed to see himself falling down like this. He couldn't help but gulp and say, "Heavens, why do I feel like I'm a bit afraid of heights?"
If anyone else heard this, they would definitely spit at him and drown him.
The expert who had just defeated the eight vice commanders and hugged the Rose of Death's Little Man's waist still said such cowardly words. He was definitely lying again.
Yang Wu wasn't lying. In such a high place, he, a martial artist in the General Realm who couldn't fly, did indeed have a reason to be afraid.
In the end, Yang Wu still had to carefully climb down from here.
He used the crudest and most direct method. He punched out grooves on the mountain wall again and again, then slowly climbed down from here.
Every time he climbed, he was so scared that he would miss a step and fall down. His appearance was really funny.
After Yang Wu landed, he wiped his sweat and muttered, "Fortunately, no one saw. Otherwise, I would've lost all my face."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have sensed something. He raised his head and saw a shadow high in the sky. Who else could it be but the Rose of Death?
Yang Wu wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and crawl into it. He covered his face and ran back to the corps, crying out like a wronged little wife, "I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live anymore."
In midair, the Rose of Death, flashing her profound wings, let out a melodious laugh, "Hehe!"
When the wind blew, the veil lifted, revealing half of her gorgeous face, causing the beautiful scenery on the horizon to pale in comparison.
… …
Outside the Barbarian Suppression Army's barracks, a group of people slowly approached the barracks.
This group of people was very sparse. There were only about twenty people, but each soldier was in high spirits. Riding on their horses, they were all extraordinarily mighty. The valiant general in the lead carried a large flag with the word "Fu" embroidered on it. This represented that they belonged to Lieutenant General Fu's troops.
Indeed, riding on a black Red Hare in the middle of this group of people was Lieutenant General Fu Rong.
Beside him, there was a middle-aged man who could chat and laugh with him. This middle-aged man was dressed plainly and had a thin figure, but he had a charm of returning to one's natural state.
Behind them, there was a young man who was half a horse's length behind them. He looked extraordinarily handsome and wore battle armor. He rode on a Battle Lion with his head held high.
If Yang Wu was here, he would've recognized that the middle-aged man was Wang Jiuchong, whom he had saved from the blood pit. As for the young man, he was Li Ziying, who had pursued Wan Lanxin.
"Thank you, Brother Jiuchong, for being willing to join my Barbarian Suppression Army. You'll be like a tiger that has grown wings!" Fu Rong said enthusiastically to Wang Jiuchong.
"General Fu is too polite. I just want to let my good-for-nothing disciple temper himself and take a walk while he's at it," Wang Jiuchong replied indifferently.
"Your disciple is a talented person. He will definitely be able to achieve great things in the army!" Fu Rong looked back at Li Ziying and praised him.
Li Ziying raised his head and revealed a proud expression. He thought to himself, "Wan Lanxin, oh Wan Lanxin, you didn't think that we would meet again one day. I will make you regret it."
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