Chapter 1411: Beauty Undercover General's Play 02

Hey, brothers, where did you catch these few beauties?

Inside Shenwei Camp, a few soldiers finished patrolling and returned to the resting area, when they saw a group of male performers bound with hemp rope, their eyes lit up instantly.

"Don't mention it; this bunch probably fled from War-torn City, hoping to try their luck at the border and seek refuge upon entering the city."

The soldiers gulped down their wine, while the performers flung haphazardly on the ground had various thoughts; they never imagined they'd be dragged into the military camp, and sorrow welled up in their hearts.

"I'm here! Where's the wine?"

A tall, brawny man ran over, loosened his belt excitedly, "I just saw the General again! He said in a few days he'd let the brothers enjoy a good meal!"

"Big Brother! Come quick."

Seeing the centurion leading them, the few soldiers who had been chatting earlier immediately gave up their seats, revealing the people tied on the ground.

The centurion blinked, his gaze drawn to the beauty at the edge, "Goodness… are these the few rabbit-master male prostitutes you caught?"

"Yeah… uh, Big Brother you…" The explaining soldier watched the centurion pull his belt, suddenly understood, and exchanged looks with his brothers.

"Big Brother… this isn't right, they aren't military prostitutes."

"What the hell are you afraid of! Following me, they'll get a bite to eat too."

The centurion completely ignored the soldiers' obstruction, his lecherous eyes fixed on the red-clad beauty most severely wounded in the corner.

"Damn, this beauty still has green eyes—is he a male prostitute from Xiwu? Today I've scored!"

Muyue sensed something wrong, instantly retracted the signaling motion, hid things in his sleeve, and the black snake originally coiled beside him slipped away silently.

"No…"

Muyue shrank back in fear, his voice like a mosquito, his blood‑stained pallor looking pitifully delicate.

He spoke standard Han language, the centurion laughed loudly, eyes gleaming with lust, "I don't care if you're Han or from Xiwu! I just want to have fun first!"

Muyue retreated to a dead‑end; any slight movement could provoke the centurion's lust, while the other celebrities watched, showing no reaction.

They were originally in this trade; saying they could find a protector in the camp was already a blessing… thinking this way, a few performers actually showed envy.

The hidden needle on his fingertip flashed with poisonous light; Muyue was about to act when he heard footsteps nearby—this disturbance…

Muyue, as if possessed, snatched the poison needle and burst into heart‑rending sobs.

"No… let me go… please…"

The sudden scream startled the centurion, who also feared being heard by other patrolling soldiers, "Damn, behave yourself!"

Before the slap could land, he was kicked hard away.

The centurion, unaware of the surrounding silence, turned to curse, but seeing only a flash of cloth turned ashen and dropped to his knees.

The centurion failed to notice the deathly silence around him; he turned, about to curse, but upon seeing only a scrap of cloth, his face went ashen and he dropped to his knees.

【Detected world plot villain, triggering Blackening Value, currently 98!】

【Detected the world's plot villain, triggering Blackening Value, currently Blackening Value 98!】

【Wow! So high!】 Ling Gun Gun also exclaimed.

Muyue curled on the ground, tear‑filled eyes gazing up at the lone masked man standing, his fox‑like bewitching green eyes full of despair and grievance, yet arousing pity.

His scarlet long robe was torn, the exposed snow‑white flesh hardly any intact, literally whipped until skin split and flesh tore.

The beauty's severe wounds also made him exceptionally handsome.

Muyue didn't miss the faint reluctance in the man's eyes behind the mask, his thoughts turning.

He slowly sat up, suddenly extending his hand covered in whip marks, his pale, slender fingertips still dusted with ash, gently grasping the man's battle armor, just a pinch.

All around, the soldiers sucked in breath as if they'd already seen the fate of this reckless person.

All around, the soldiers suddenly sucked in their breath, as if they already saw the fate of this clueless person.

His voice trembled, seeming to melt into one's heart.

Jin Chen glanced at the kneeling centurion, "Take him away, administer 200 strokes of the rod."

He added, "Let the military doctor treat the wounds."

He also said, 'Let the military doctor come treat the wounds.'

The Right Commander who had followed came forward, clasped his fists in acceptance, hastily waved backward; the centurion didn't dare utter a single plea for mercy.

Since the General intended to save him, he first had to be brought into the camp tent; the Right General had just sent someone to support him when he saw the red‑clad beauty weep and shrink back, clutching the General's war boots like pear blossoms in rain.

Already tattered, the clothing was torn even more.

Jin Chen's face grew colder; he bent, lifted the person, and strode toward the camp tent.

The officers and soldiers left on the spot exchanged glances; the remaining performers needed no guess to know that person just now was the War God General—some envied Muyue, others feared yet felt relieved.

The Right General was puzzled and shocked: "Heavens, what did I just see?!"

Being carried away by Jin Chen, Muyue finally stopped crying, his scar‑covered arms wrapping around the armor's shoulders, his head leaning against the chest, feeling dizzy.

Being carried away by Jin Chen, Muyue finally stopped crying; her scarred arms wrapped around the armor's shoulders, her head leaning against his chest, she felt dizzy.

He whispered softly in Jin Chen's ear; although this embrace gave him a strong sense of security, Muyue still dared not relax, his words of thanks sounding like enchantment.

Jin Chen feared he'd rub his wounds, so he slapped the still‑intact buttocks, "Don't wiggle."

Muyue tensed all over, almost lashing out.

This masked general, the War God of Chixiao Kingdom, is actually as frivolous as a lecher!

I had thought he differed from those soldiers just now.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value +1, total 99! Host!!】

【Detected Villain Blackening Value +1, total 99! Host!!】

Damn.

Dare not move, dare not move.

Jin Chen held his breath, lifted Muyue into the empty camp tent, a distance from the main tent.

Jin Chen took a breath, lifted Muyue up to an empty tent some distance from the main tent.

After all, a Blackening Value of 99, better be careful!

Just as the person was placed on the bed, the military doctor rushed over hurriedly.

Muyue, as if afraid to see others, lay on the bed and also grabbed Jin Chen's cuff, 'Please...'

Without specifying what she was begging for, Jin Chen inexplicably understood the meaning—this was her not wanting him to go.

"I won't leave, treat the wound."

Jin Chen just stood by the bedside, and only then did the person on the bed calm down.

Muyue bit her lip, turned her head, pale and weak from the pain.

This...

The military doctor was frightened by the wounds on this poor person; even the injuries sustained by soldiers who charged into battle on the battlefield were not as many, let alone for an ordinary person.

Jin Chen gazed at those wounds, his aura growing ever colder and bleaker: 'Use the best medicine.'

Eh... yes.

The military doctor could only start from the most severe wound.

It was at the neck, a whip wound that penetrated to the bone, lashed from the neck to the heart area, the flesh rolled up and necrotic.

Though not fatal, the pain was no less than having one's bones gouged out.

As the cotton soaked with the fine medicine just touched the wound, Muyue let out a sob, her whole body trembling.

But the wound still needed treatment; Muyue knew that the strike from Chi Hanhua was a killing blow, and after the bumpy journey from the capital to here, if left untreated she probably couldn't complete the mission.

The pain was severe; Muyue wanted to bite her own tongue tip, already bitten until it bled and scabbed, but suddenly her chin was seized.

Muyue dazedly lifted her head, then the pad of a finger pressed against her tongue tip; she instinctively bit that finger, but saw Jin Chen's deep gaze: 'If it hurts, bite.'