Chapter 156
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Chapter 156
Great Warrior Baledagh! Please help!
Shooting to his feet, Baledagh drew his sword and listened, his head foggy and body tired. The plea repeated itself, echoing in the distance, a shrill, breathless voice identifying itself as Deng and calling for his aid. Was it a trap? Then again, did it really matter? If Laughing Dragon had returned, then Baledagh would finish what he started. Qing-Qing, stay here with- Scanning his surroundings, he found no trace of her, panic rising in his chest. Did she step out into the forest? The voice grew closer and he acted, running towards the voice in a hurry, worried for Qing-Qing's safety. If she heard Deng and went to investigate, she might be in grave danger.
Within minutes, he found a startled Deng. Taking in his surroundings, he spoke curtly. What?
Panting heavily, the hunter looked a little ragged, but uninjured. Great Warrior, please, it's Gen, he found us and killed so many people, it was horrible. He has Qing-Qing, I tried to save her but he's too fast -
Grabbing him by the collar, Baledagh screamed his fury for all to hear as he dragged the worthless worm behind him, returning to camp at a breakneck pace. Dumping the contents of two saddlebags to the floor, he picked up the bears and placed one in each, leaving them with a few apples to keep them occupied. Lifting Deng onto the horse, he barked his orders. Bring me to them. If Qing-Qing or the bears come to harm, I'll gut you like a fish.
Shrinking at the declaration, Deng led the way in a hurry, Baledagh fuming as he followed. What was happening? Why did Qing-Qing leave him? They'd been getting along so well, he'd wasted all his efforts playing the gentleman, resisting his urges, even putting himself at risk to save her former villagers, and for what?
That bastard Gen, if he touched a hair on her head... Enough of this. Gen was an eyesore, and if Deng was right, newly turned Defiled. Hunched over the reins, Baledagh glared ahead as if Gen were already in his path, his anger mounting as he gripped his sword in silence. Maybe he should kill Deng and the other villagers, then Qing-Qing would have no choice but to remain at his side.
Power erupted from within his body at the thought, images of death and slaughter floating through his mind. Yes, that was how he should be, taking what was his. Might made right, the strong thrive and the weak survive.
Smiling to himself, he decided he would end Gen's life slowly, venting his frustrations before speaking to Qing-Qing. After all, the last thing he wanted was to say the wrong thing and scare her away.
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Holding Qing-Qing in his embrace, Gen leaned against a tree trunk, gently serenading her as she slept. Finally, they were together, his dreams and desires realized in full, her soft, sun-browned skin glistening in the firelight as her chest rose and fell with her breath. Nearby, Bei was hard at work preparing their wedding feast, her sobs harmonizing with his singing. Oh what a trio they made, two lovely wives to care for his needs, it was only right for a man destined for greatness. In fact, he deserved more, deserved better.
The delicious aroma of grilled meat filled the air, sizzling on a slab of stone. Wife, meat is tastiest when rare. Father-in-Law will be less than pleased if you overcook him. Chortling at his good humour, he cuddled his sleepy Qing-Qing, eagerly awaiting their nuptials. She had to be awake first, he didn't want her to miss a moment of the excitement to come, his iron sitting in the fire next to their cooking food, tucked neatly into Father-in-Law's cold, dead hand. A useful man Uncle Wei, even if only in death.
A stir of power to the north caught his attention, his head snapping up to stare through the trees. Reaching for his sword, he felt the power thrumming within, the natural energies eager for release, ready to strike down any who stood in his path. Pursing his lips, he bound Qing-Qing's wrists with a belt, tying her to the tree lest she find herself with cold feet. She was so flighty and capricious, never able to make up her mind, her attitude would improve once he showed her the truth, like Bei. Patting his obedient wife on the cheek, he leaned over and kissed Bei deeply, his hands eagerly grasping her buttocks as his tongue explored her empty mouth, tasting the remains of her cauterized tongue.
The disturbance to the north grew closer at an alarming rate, Baledagh running towards his doom. Leaving Bei gasping for breath from their passionate kiss, he reached into the fire and plucked out a thick slab of meat, blood pooling on the seared surface. Belly meat, soft and tender, his wife made a mess butchering the chest and shoulders, but he was a forgiving man. Bei would learn with time and practice, as would Qing-Qing.
Feeding his wife, he chewed voraciously as he watched her eat, her eyes closed and tears bright, his desire for her growing by the second. Beautiful Bei, he'd been put off by her bold advances and shrewish behaviour in the past. A woman must be meek and subservient, catering to her husband's needs, but with an attitude like Bei's, he'd be scolded and harangued day in and day out. His reasoning was wrong, the thoughts of a worthless village boy. He only needed to mould Bei into the image he desired, simple as can be. Respect was earned, like he'd earned Bei's, and if he wanted Qing-Qing to respect him, he'd have to show her what sort of man he was.
By killing Baledagh slowly as she watched.nove(l)bi(n.)com
A thousand voices whispered into his ear, unified in a single message.
'Foolish child, you are not the flame but the fuel. Surrender and the bandit will die.'
A strangled cry erupted into the heavens as he rejected them, his body wracked with spasms as the fire burned away at him. I am the Devouring Inferno. I am the Consuming Flame.
I will not accept defeat.
I will not surrender.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bei sat frozen in fear as she watched the fight unfold, her heart hammering in her chest. Beautiful, heroic Gen, being beaten by that ruffian Baledagh, she had to help him.
No, Gen had done so many horrible things to her, how could she even think that?
But she'd wanted him for so long and this was who he was. A powerful man who loved her, cherished her, held her close in his embrace. The pain was her fault, her doing, she shouldn't have cried and screamed, shouldn't have said those horrible things.
Jerking from a gentle touch, Bei turned to see Qing-Qing staring at her, concern and pity clear in her eyes as Deng motioned for them to hurry. Bei we need to leave now so we don't get in Baledagh's way. Grabbing her hand, Qing-Qing tried to pull her away with bound hands. Snatching her arm back, Bei screamed wordlessly, unable to speak after her husband's first punishment. Gesturing for silence, Qing-Qing reached out again, holding Deng back as she waited for Bei to take her hand. It's not your fault Bei, it's his. Gen did all this, come away with me for now. We'll be fine, Baledagh will win and Gen will pay for his crimes.
The words rang through her head, a clarion call of awareness. It wasn't her fault. She loved the old Gen, the hunter she grew up with, brash and cocky, handsome and funny, the future village chief. She didn't ask for the pain or the humiliation, she didn't want it. Trembling, she reached out to take her best friend's hand, as Qing-Qing continued to reassure her. You didn't have a choice, you had to kill Uncle Wei or Gen would have killed you.
The scene changed before her eyes and she found herself staring into Papa's eyes once again, his hurt, loving glance from his knees, clutching at his belly. 'Why?' He asked, a single word without a hint of blame, his warm blood coating her hands. Why? Why did she kill Papa?
'Precious child, why indeed? There is no need to suffer so. Surrender, and your pain will disappear.'
Tears falling from her eyes, Bei nodded once as the world disappeared into oblivion.
I'm sorry Papa. Please forgive your little Bei.
Chapter Meme
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Chapter 156
Great Warrior Baledagh! Please help!
Shooting to his feet, Baledagh drew his sword and listened, his head foggy and body tired. The plea repeated itself, echoing in the distance, a shrill, breathless voice identifying itself as Deng and calling for his aid. Was it a trap? Then again, did it really matter? If Laughing Dragon had returned, then Baledagh would finish what he started. Qing-Qing, stay here with- Scanning his surroundings, he found no trace of her, panic rising in his chest. Did she step out into the forest? The voice grew closer and he acted, running towards the voice in a hurry, worried for Qing-Qing's safety. If she heard Deng and went to investigate, she might be in grave danger.
Within minutes, he found a startled Deng. Taking in his surroundings, he spoke curtly. What?
Panting heavily, the hunter looked a little ragged, but uninjured. Great Warrior, please, it's Gen, he found us and killed so many people, it was horrible. He has Qing-Qing, I tried to save her but he's too fast -
Grabbing him by the collar, Baledagh screamed his fury for all to hear as he dragged the worthless worm behind him, returning to camp at a breakneck pace. Dumping the contents of two saddlebags to the floor, he picked up the bears and placed one in each, leaving them with a few apples to keep them occupied. Lifting Deng onto the horse, he barked his orders. Bring me to them. If Qing-Qing or the bears come to harm, I'll gut you like a fish.
Shrinking at the declaration, Deng led the way in a hurry, Baledagh fuming as he followed. What was happening? Why did Qing-Qing leave him? They'd been getting along so well, he'd wasted all his efforts playing the gentleman, resisting his urges, even putting himself at risk to save her former villagers, and for what?
That bastard Gen, if he touched a hair on her head... Enough of this. Gen was an eyesore, and if Deng was right, newly turned Defiled. Hunched over the reins, Baledagh glared ahead as if Gen were already in his path, his anger mounting as he gripped his sword in silence. Maybe he should kill Deng and the other villagers, then Qing-Qing would have no choice but to remain at his side.
Power erupted from within his body at the thought, images of death and slaughter floating through his mind. Yes, that was how he should be, taking what was his. Might made right, the strong thrive and the weak survive.
Smiling to himself, he decided he would end Gen's life slowly, venting his frustrations before speaking to Qing-Qing. After all, the last thing he wanted was to say the wrong thing and scare her away.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Holding Qing-Qing in his embrace, Gen leaned against a tree trunk, gently serenading her as she slept. Finally, they were together, his dreams and desires realized in full, her soft, sun-browned skin glistening in the firelight as her chest rose and fell with her breath. Nearby, Bei was hard at work preparing their wedding feast, her sobs harmonizing with his singing. Oh what a trio they made, two lovely wives to care for his needs, it was only right for a man destined for greatness. In fact, he deserved more, deserved better.
The delicious aroma of grilled meat filled the air, sizzling on a slab of stone. Wife, meat is tastiest when rare. Father-in-Law will be less than pleased if you overcook him. Chortling at his good humour, he cuddled his sleepy Qing-Qing, eagerly awaiting their nuptials. She had to be awake first, he didn't want her to miss a moment of the excitement to come, his iron sitting in the fire next to their cooking food, tucked neatly into Father-in-Law's cold, dead hand. A useful man Uncle Wei, even if only in death.
A stir of power to the north caught his attention, his head snapping up to stare through the trees. Reaching for his sword, he felt the power thrumming within, the natural energies eager for release, ready to strike down any who stood in his path. Pursing his lips, he bound Qing-Qing's wrists with a belt, tying her to the tree lest she find herself with cold feet. She was so flighty and capricious, never able to make up her mind, her attitude would improve once he showed her the truth, like Bei. Patting his obedient wife on the cheek, he leaned over and kissed Bei deeply, his hands eagerly grasping her buttocks as his tongue explored her empty mouth, tasting the remains of her cauterized tongue.
The disturbance to the north grew closer at an alarming rate, Baledagh running towards his doom. Leaving Bei gasping for breath from their passionate kiss, he reached into the fire and plucked out a thick slab of meat, blood pooling on the seared surface. Belly meat, soft and tender, his wife made a mess butchering the chest and shoulders, but he was a forgiving man. Bei would learn with time and practice, as would Qing-Qing.
Feeding his wife, he chewed voraciously as he watched her eat, her eyes closed and tears bright, his desire for her growing by the second. Beautiful Bei, he'd been put off by her bold advances and shrewish behaviour in the past. A woman must be meek and subservient, catering to her husband's needs, but with an attitude like Bei's, he'd be scolded and harangued day in and day out. His reasoning was wrong, the thoughts of a worthless village boy. He only needed to mould Bei into the image he desired, simple as can be. Respect was earned, like he'd earned Bei's, and if he wanted Qing-Qing to respect him, he'd have to show her what sort of man he was.
By killing Baledagh slowly as she watched.nove(l)bi(n.)com
A thousand voices whispered into his ear, unified in a single message.
'Foolish child, you are not the flame but the fuel. Surrender and the bandit will die.'
A strangled cry erupted into the heavens as he rejected them, his body wracked with spasms as the fire burned away at him. I am the Devouring Inferno. I am the Consuming Flame.
I will not accept defeat.
I will not surrender.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bei sat frozen in fear as she watched the fight unfold, her heart hammering in her chest. Beautiful, heroic Gen, being beaten by that ruffian Baledagh, she had to help him.
No, Gen had done so many horrible things to her, how could she even think that?
But she'd wanted him for so long and this was who he was. A powerful man who loved her, cherished her, held her close in his embrace. The pain was her fault, her doing, she shouldn't have cried and screamed, shouldn't have said those horrible things.
Jerking from a gentle touch, Bei turned to see Qing-Qing staring at her, concern and pity clear in her eyes as Deng motioned for them to hurry. Bei we need to leave now so we don't get in Baledagh's way. Grabbing her hand, Qing-Qing tried to pull her away with bound hands. Snatching her arm back, Bei screamed wordlessly, unable to speak after her husband's first punishment. Gesturing for silence, Qing-Qing reached out again, holding Deng back as she waited for Bei to take her hand. It's not your fault Bei, it's his. Gen did all this, come away with me for now. We'll be fine, Baledagh will win and Gen will pay for his crimes.
The words rang through her head, a clarion call of awareness. It wasn't her fault. She loved the old Gen, the hunter she grew up with, brash and cocky, handsome and funny, the future village chief. She didn't ask for the pain or the humiliation, she didn't want it. Trembling, she reached out to take her best friend's hand, as Qing-Qing continued to reassure her. You didn't have a choice, you had to kill Uncle Wei or Gen would have killed you.
The scene changed before her eyes and she found herself staring into Papa's eyes once again, his hurt, loving glance from his knees, clutching at his belly. 'Why?' He asked, a single word without a hint of blame, his warm blood coating her hands. Why? Why did she kill Papa?
'Precious child, why indeed? There is no need to suffer so. Surrender, and your pain will disappear.'
Tears falling from her eyes, Bei nodded once as the world disappeared into oblivion.
I'm sorry Papa. Please forgive your little Bei.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 156Great Warrior Baledagh! Please help!Shooting to his feet, Baledagh drew his sword and listened, his head foggy and body tired. The plea repeated itself, echoing in the distance, a shrill, breathless voice identifying itself as Deng and calling for his aid. Was it a trap? Then again, did it really matter? If Laughing Dragon had returned, then Baledagh would finish what he started. Qing-Qing, stay here with- Scanning his surroundings, he found no trace of her, panic rising in his chest. Did she step out into the forest? The voice grew closer and he acted, running towards the voice in a hurry, worried for Qing-Qing's safety. If she heard Deng and went to investigate, she might be in grave danger.Within minutes, he found a startled Deng. Taking in his surroundings, he spoke curtly. What?Panting heavily, the hunter looked a little ragged, but uninjured. Great Warrior, please, it's Gen, he found us and killed so many people, it was horrible. He has Qing-Qing, I tried to save her but he's too fast -Grabbing him by the collar, Baledagh screamed his fury for all to hear as he dragged the worthless worm behind him, returning to camp at a breakneck pace. Dumping the contents of two saddlebags to the floor, he picked up the bears and placed one in each, leaving them with a few apples to keep them occupied. Lifting Deng onto the horse, he barked his orders. Bring me to them. If Qing-Qing or the bears come to harm, I'll gut you like a fish.Shrinking at the declaration, Deng led the way in a hurry, Baledagh fuming as he followed. What was happening? Why did Qing-Qing leave him? They'd been getting along so well, he'd wasted all his efforts playing the gentleman, resisting his urges, even putting himself at risk to save her former villagers, and for what?That bastard Gen, if he touched a hair on her head... Enough of this. Gen was an eyesore, and if Deng was right, newly turned Defiled. Hunched over the reins, Baledagh glared ahead as if Gen were already in his path, his anger mounting as he gripped his sword in silence. Maybe he should kill Deng and the other villagers, then Qing-Qing would have no choice but to remain at his side.Power erupted from within his body at the thought, images of death and slaughter floating through his mind. Yes, that was how he should be, taking what was his. Might made right, the strong thrive and the weak survive.Smiling to himself, he decided he would end Gen's life slowly, venting his frustrations before speaking to Qing-Qing. After all, the last thing he wanted was to say the wrong thing and scare her away.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Holding Qing-Qing in his embrace, Gen leaned against a tree trunk, gently serenading her as she slept. Finally, they were together, his dreams and desires realized in full, her soft, sun-browned skin glistening in the firelight as her chest rose and fell with her breath. Nearby, Bei was hard at work preparing their wedding feast, her sobs harmonizing with his singing. Oh what a trio they made, two lovely wives to care for his needs, it was only right for a man destined for greatness. In fact, he deserved more, deserved better.The delicious aroma of grilled meat filled the air, sizzling on a slab of stone. Wife, meat is tastiest when rare. Father-in-Law will be less than pleased if you overcook him. Chortling at his good humour, he cuddled his sleepy Qing-Qing, eagerly awaiting their nuptials. She had to be awake first, he didn't want her to miss a moment of the excitement to come, his iron sitting in the fire next to their cooking food, tucked neatly into Father-in-Law's cold, dead hand. A useful man Uncle Wei, even if only in death.A stir of power to the north caught his attention, his head snapping up to stare through the trees. Reaching for his sword, he felt the power thrumming within, the natural energies eager for release, ready to strike down any who stood in his path. Pursing his lips, he bound Qing-Qing's wrists with a belt, tying her to the tree lest she find herself with cold feet. She was so flighty and capricious, never able to make up her mind, her attitude would improve once he showed her the truth, like Bei. Patting his obedient wife on the cheek, he leaned over and kissed Bei deeply, his hands eagerly grasping her buttocks as his tongue explored her empty mouth, tasting the remains of her cauterized tongue.The disturbance to the north grew closer at an alarming rate, Baledagh running towards his doom. Leaving Bei gasping for breath from their passionate kiss, he reached into the fire and plucked out a thick slab of meat, blood pooling on the seared surface. Belly meat, soft and tender, his wife made a mess butchering the chest and shoulders, but he was a forgiving man. Bei would learn with time and practice, as would Qing-Qing.Feeding his wife, he chewed voraciously as he watched her eat, her eyes closed and tears bright, his desire for her growing by the second. Beautiful Bei, he'd been put off by her bold advances and shrewish behaviour in the past. A woman must be meek and subservient, catering to her husband's needs, but with an attitude like Bei's, he'd be scolded and harangued day in and day out. His reasoning was wrong, the thoughts of a worthless village boy. He only needed to mould Bei into the image he desired, simple as can be. Respect was earned, like he'd earned Bei's, and if he wanted Qing-Qing to respect him, he'd have to show her what sort of man he was.By killing Baledagh slowly as she watched.novelbin.comA thousand voices whispered into his ear, unified in a single message.'Foolish child, you are not the flame but the fuel. Surrender and the bandit will die.'A strangled cry erupted into the heavens as he rejected them, his body wracked with spasms as the fire burned away at him. I am the Devouring Inferno. I am the Consuming Flame.I will not accept defeat.I will not surrender.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bei sat frozen in fear as she watched the fight unfold, her heart hammering in her chest. Beautiful, heroic Gen, being beaten by that ruffian Baledagh, she had to help him.No, Gen had done so many horrible things to her, how could she even think that?But she'd wanted him for so long and this was who he was. A powerful man who loved her, cherished her, held her close in his embrace. The pain was her fault, her doing, she shouldn't have cried and screamed, shouldn't have said those horrible things.Jerking from a gentle touch, Bei turned to see Qing-Qing staring at her, concern and pity clear in her eyes as Deng motioned for them to hurry. Bei we need to leave now so we don't get in Baledagh's way. Grabbing her hand, Qing-Qing tried to pull her away with bound hands. Snatching her arm back, Bei screamed wordlessly, unable to speak after her husband's first punishment. Gesturing for silence, Qing-Qing reached out again, holding Deng back as she waited for Bei to take her hand. It's not your fault Bei, it's his. Gen did all this, come away with me for now. We'll be fine, Baledagh will win and Gen will pay for his crimes.The words rang through her head, a clarion call of awareness. It wasn't her fault. She loved the old Gen, the hunter she grew up with, brash and cocky, handsome and funny, the future village chief. She didn't ask for the pain or the humiliation, she didn't want it. Trembling, she reached out to take her best friend's hand, as Qing-Qing continued to reassure her. You didn't have a choice, you had to kill Uncle Wei or Gen would have killed you.The scene changed before her eyes and she found herself staring into Papa's eyes once again, his hurt, loving glance from his knees, clutching at his belly. 'Why?' He asked, a single word without a hint of blame, his warm blood coating her hands. Why? Why did she kill Papa?'Precious child, why indeed? There is no need to suffer so. Surrender, and your pain will disappear.'Tears falling from her eyes, Bei nodded once as the world disappeared into oblivion.I'm sorry Papa. Please forgive your little Bei.Chapter Meme
