Tulim did not dodge, but stood there calmly and said contemptuously: "How dare you use such a trick to deal with me? Haven't you been suffering just now?"

And as he was speaking, the wind stormed his chest without causing any harm to him.

His skin was like steel bars and iron bones, which made Qinghe's face even more incredible.

Tulimu's breath spurted a cold snorkeling, and then twisted Qinghe's hands behind her back. Qinghe wanted to break free with force, but as he exerted force, his arms seemed to break from his shoulders, and the pain was unbearable, which also restricted his actions.

"You shouldn't waste your energy! If you struggle to break free, you will only break your arms! Although I am not interested in the girls, I am also a kind-hearted person. I still can't bear to see a good little girl become a disabled person!"

As he spoke, there was a rope condensed by the energy in his hand at some point, and Qinghe's hand was tied behind him at an extremely fast speed. Even though Qinghe used all his strength, it was difficult for him to break the rope.

Tulimu put his hands on his chest, and a vicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and ordered his own group of subordinates, "If you can't deal with this girl now, don't say you are my subordinates in the future!"

The group of subordinates were already distracted, and they were fantasizing about the scene with Qinghe Yunyu in their minds. After hearing Tulimu's broken words, they couldn't help but look embarrassed. They lowered their heads in disappointment, closed their mouths, and spoke speechless.

Tulim did not make a sound, but leaned close to Qinghe's ear and said in an extremely cold voice: "You must play with my group of subordinates well, and wait until I come to see you again tomorrow!"

Qinghe's teeth were itchy, but his hands were trapped, and the only way to commit suicide was to bite his tongue and commit suicide. However, he had not taken any measures yet. Tulimu, as if he had seen through his mind, pulled off a piece of animal skin from his clothes and stuffed it directly into Qinghe's mouth, making Qinghe's mouth only whimper, unable to even say a complete word, let alone bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Tulimu raised his head and laughed. The laughter was ferocious and joking, echoing in the dark night, making his scalp numb.

The group of men who stayed behind stared at Qinghe one by one, then walked towards Qinghe one by one.

Qinghe kept shaking her head, but she could only make a whimpering sound from her mouth, and tears were in her eyes. He dodged backwards in panic, but his hands were tied up and could not maintain balance in his body. He fell directly to the ground.

And at this moment, the subordinates had already surrounded him, and they were circling back and forth on Qinghe with their greedy eyes.

"We have to make this girl feel comfortable!"

"But you can't be in this place! If the patriarch knows about this, we won't let us go easily then!"

"Of course! Are there a few empty straw huts in the clan? It's just right for our brothers to use as a place for fun!"

...

These subordinates were already impatient. After a brief discussion with each other, they found a few guys who were still able to move, and directly raised Qinghe, completely ignored Qinghe's struggle, and took Qinghe to the free straw shed within the tribe while the night was hazy.

However, these guys were injured to varying degrees. As long as they moved a little, they would feel a pain that was tangling with their flesh, causing them to suck in a cold air.
Chapter completed!