Tyrant's Consort Too Arrogant

Her lover did not pay attention to his words, and even more so ignored his slogans and passion. She only felt a sense of loneliness.

When he heard the news of the death of this senior, he felt inexplicably lonely.

It was as if the entire world was empty. It was the feeling of her standing alone in the world.

That was the first time that she did not know loneliness, and it was also the first time that she did not realize the feeling of disappointment — even though she did not expect too much from it.

"Miss, are you going to work or stay in a hotel?" The waiter's warm greeting broke her emotions. She smiled and raised her head to ask the old man, then replied, "Stay here."

"How many?" The waiter saw that the two of them had come in together and his gaze lingered on the old man and his wife.

"One room." The old man snorted and replied coldly.

"Alright, one of the best rooms —" The waiter threw a towel and shouted in the direction of the account office. Then, he lowered his head and muttered, "Old cow, eat some fresh grass."

He spoke to himself in a voice that was not soft. The old man was furious, but his lover still had a smile on his face. He was heartless.

After enduring for a while, the old man finally calmed down and gave the waiter a cold look. The waiter felt a chill run down his spine and immediately stood up straight, not daring to act rashly again.

"Lead the way." the old man said snappily.

As expected, the waitress stopped talking and led the way respectfully. The girl quickly followed her. She must have stumbled because of the long ride and almost fell down when she reached the top of the stairs.

However, the old man in front was quick to react. Before she could fall to the ground, he reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Thank you." After she stood up, she thanked him without a care for the past, and her attitude was extremely sincere.

It was as if she had not been captured by him.

"You can call me Martial Lord." The old man seemed to have been kind-hearted as he nodded his head in a reserved manner, finally announcing his name.

She pursed her lips into a smile and called out sweetly, "Martial Lord."

Unexpectedly, as soon as her voice fell, the waiter in charge of leading the way suddenly stopped. He turned around and looked at the old man in panic. "Martial Lord?"

His expression was as if he had just swallowed a fly.

Martial Lord coldly stared at him. His attitude was haughty, but his expression was concealed.

"Are you really the legendary Martial Lord?" This time, the waiter's mouth was big enough to fit an egg.

"What do you think?" Martial Lord asked in a low voice.

He rolled down the stairs and reached the bottom of the stairs in a blink of an eye. When he reached the bottom, he was not in a hurry to check his injuries, but got up quickly, and while looking at the Martial Master, he threw the towel in his hand and shouted: "Everyone run, run, run, the Martial Lord is here! The Martial Lord is here! "

The guests eating at the foot of the stairs also raised their heads to look at them, then all stood up in unison and ran to the door.

All of a sudden, the sounds of pots and pans, the noise of pushing and shoving, the cursing of men, and the crying of children could be heard.

It was like a disaster.

Her lover looked at the performance downstairs in a baffled manner. He touched his head in confusion, but by the time the earthquake had passed, the downstairs of the inn was already empty.

As for the people upstairs, they huddled at the side of the corridor, refusing to come for a long time. They were like a group of small white rats huddled together in the winter to keep warm.

"What happened to them?" After a while, she asked hesitantly.

Martial Lord humphed. His snow-white beard perked up as he answered haughtily and proudly, "I didn't expect that after so many years, this old man's influence would be so great."

His wife blinked and looked at him as if she was worshipping him. Martial Lord's pride was greatly boosted. "Martial Lord, what have you done?"

"Slaughter the city." Martial Lord shrugged and said nonchalantly: "Have you never heard of the phrase 'raising a soldier through battle'?" His gaze shifted upwards and became respectful once more, "Of course you've never heard of it. Only Madam Xi can think of such a great battle technique."

Her lover lowered his eyes and did not say anything, but Madam Xi's image in her heart was instantly lowered by quite a bit.

So he was just a modern man who had used his ambition to travel across the world.

"With our identities exposed, we can't live here anymore." After he finished, he looked at the trembling crowd and said, "Otherwise, it would be another troublesome matter to stir up trouble in the government. This old man does not want to start a massacre right now. "

However, the Martial Lord did not want to provoke the government. Such a big commotion had alerted many people.

He immediately gave up on his plan to rest here for the night. He decided to travel through the night to the Lady Xi's tomb in case there were any problems.

When they walked out of the border city, no one stopped them. They hid far away, hiding behind trees and in alleyways, carefully watching them.

The Martial Lord proudly walked with his head held high and his chest held high. His snow-white beard fluttered in the wind; he was extremely arrogant.

His wife followed him closely. If she saw him, she would even give him a warm smile. However, that smile would always cause others to break out in cold sweat.

— — As the culprit of the imperial government, he was still able to remain calm. He truly was an expert with great courage. He truly had nothing to fear.

They had thought that their master and their master were in the same group. And their master didn't look like the person they had kidnapped.

"We still have three days to travel deep into the desert. We can't rely on foot strength. We have to find a horse and get some rations." Martial Lord murmured to himself as he looked at the shops on the street.

However, after the Martial Lord had spread the word twice, there was a chance that the shops on the street had already passed through nine stages.

He was wearing a thick cloak, and the brim of his hat was pressed very low, exposing only his nose. His face was covered with dust, and the color of his lips was very faint.

But that was not important. What was important was that he had a horse in his hand, a horse with luggage, wool and oil on both sides, and strong limbs.

The Martial Lord was overjoyed. He took three steps forward and appeared in front of that man.

"Hey, boy, this horse, Martial Lord wants it." He had thought that as long as he revealed his name, the man would be scared shitless. He cupped his hands and kowtowed, offering up the horse with both hands.

Unexpectedly, the man raised his head unhurriedly, revealing a pair of lazy eyes under his cloak. His slender, plain, and ordinary eyes said, "This old sir, it's not that I don't want to give you this horse, but this horse only listens to the words of this one. Others' words are always disregarded."

"How could there be such a thing?" The Martial Lord did not believe it. He blew on his beard and glared at Shi Mu.

"Animals have always been like this." That man sighed and said with emotion, "I have always been a man of my own choice. I have always been a tyrant. How could I listen to others?"

Martial Lord gave a humph of approval, then suddenly thought of something as his eyes stared like bells. "Kid, are you scolding this old man?!"

"No, I was just cursing the beasts." The man was in a hurry to defend himself, but his tone was calm and he did not seem panicked at all.

The Martial Lord gave a loud humph and did not continue to pester him. Instead, he turned his anger towards the horse beside the man and said: "I want to see if this horse is really as you say. It doesn't listen to anyone!" Then, he glared fiercely at that person. "If your words are false, don't blame this old man for being merciless!"

"Sure." That person stretched out his hand casually. He did not seem intimidated at all.

The Martial Lord took a step forward and then leaped onto the back of the horse.

The moment Martial Lord leapt onto the horse's back, he heard a long whine. The horse, which was originally quite docile, suddenly went berserk, raising its front hooves and raising its mane. Before Martial Lord could even sit down, he was thrown off.

Even though the Martial Master's beard had turned white and his movements were agile, he was still in the air. He spun in the air a few times before landing firmly on the horse's back.

This time, the horse didn't even bother with him. Instead, it started to run, holding its breath as it ran in the direction of the Gobi Desert.

The Martial Lord was not a four-legged beast. He threw his hands, and several ropes flew out to grab hold of the horse's hooves. Then, he heard the painful cry of the horse as it fell to the ground on its front legs.

The Martial Lord walked down from the top. Although his posture was still arrogant, it was still a bit dusty.

The young man didn't say anything. He just stepped forward and untied the front hooves of the horse. Then, he stroked the horse's head and comforted it in a low voice.

"This horse is disobedient!" Martial Lord wanted to say something to ease his embarrassment. After fuming for half a day, he decided against it.

Hearing this, the young man turned his head and looked at him indifferently. His expression was calm, and his ordinary face was, because of his calmness, extremely luxurious.

"As I said, it always listens to me alone." He lightly said, "Not everyone has the ability to control it."

"That's easy!" The old man rolled his eyes and said coldly, "It will listen to you, and then you can listen to me. Although it's a little troublesome, it's still feasible."

Pausing for a moment, he sighed again, "In the past, Madam Xi once said that it is better to use a man to do things than to do things. Now, it seems that it is truly a wise saying that even horses can be trained."

Hailey was slightly embarrassed. This Martial Lord was probably the super fan of Madam Xi. He had mentioned Madam Xi's name all the time.

Although she felt disheartened by her strategy of 'using battle to recruit troops', her lover was still eager to see her elegance.

It was just that his old friend was already gone, and the wind had already been blown away by the rain.

"But why should I listen to you?" the young man asked leisurely.

"It's very simple. Either die or listen to me. Which one do you choose?" The Martial Lord asked in a domineering tone.

That person lowered his head, seriously and carefully pondering for a moment, as if he was really weighing up this multiple choice question — and this question, this person could even pick out the answer without any hesitation, yet he had considered it for a long time.

Then he looked up, his narrow eyes sparkling. "All right, I'll listen to you."

Martial Lord nodded in satisfaction and asked casually: "What is your name?"

The wind suddenly rose, rustling the sleeves of the man's cloak, the wide sleeves, and the loose hair on his forehead. He smiled in the midst of the sand.

When he smiled, she suddenly realized that when he smiled, the corners of his eyes were extremely flirtatious. That sort of plum blossom, it seemed, was very similar to a person's.

That person was precisely He Lan Xue.

Just as he was thinking, that person had already reported his name. His lips lightly opened, "A Xue."