Chapter 20 - Overwhelmed

　　The room was terribly quiet. 　　Shavana picked her face up with the tip of her foot and looked down on the girl, whose entire body was drenched in cold sweat. 　　"What else do you have to say?" 　　Kaya shook her head, seemingly determined not to waste half her strength. 　　"The honorable and noble Snow Envoy is also in such a sorry state." He tsked, looking around at the guards. "The columnists say how to serve her." 　　Several men laughed, their lewd smiles indescribably ambiguous. 　　"I would like to ...... end to see if Lord Shavana is up to it." The closest guard opened his mouth, unabashedly revealing his lecherous intentions. 　　"Not too small?" Shavana flirted idly. 　　"If you have a good face, I've never played with such a pretty girl." Another guard approached, ogling indulgently, as if the underground was completely naked. 　　"Snow ambassadors on the Heavenly Mountain, you guys aren't afraid?" 　　A moment's hesitation was replaced by a rush of color. 　　"Who would know, would His Highness still let her go out alive." The crowd clamored and laughed, and Shawana laughed as well, and the impatient guards began to move to tear at Kaya's clothes. 　　He held his arms and watched coldly, "Wait, don't you guys mind getting dirty, she's covered in blood." 　　"According to your lordship's meaning?" Hearing his ulterior motives, one of the guards stopped his companion's monkeying around. 　　"Look at how ugly it is to see Snow Ambassador covered in blood and sweat, why don't we get a bucket of salt water to wash her?" 　　The guards looked at each other in disbelief, with such a heavy whip wound, the salt water would only take half of their lives. Froze for a moment, Shawana sorrowfully opened his mouth. 　　"All of you heartache?" 　　"Just do as the lord said." The leading guard hurriedly commanded his companions to act as ordered. 　　In an instant, a bucket of warm salt water was ready. 　　Jia Yu hadn't said a word the entire time, curling up tightly on the ground. 　　When the entire bucket of water was poured on his body, he finally couldn't help but roll around in pain. 　　Salt water mixed with blood dripped down from her body, and only the sound of rolling could be heard in the chamber. She shrunk into a ball as if she couldn't suppress the spasms, sucking in large gulps of air, not making a sound even though she was in extreme pain. Her black hair was wet and plastered to her cheeks, her face was covered in water, and she was as white as frost. 　　It took a long time to stop rolling, her body trembling unceasingly. 　　Shavana stomped on her, cruel and quick. 　　"How does it taste? Is it better than your knife cutting off a man's head?" 　　Kaya only acted as if she hadn't heard. 　　Unwilling to do so, he gradually applied force, a little heavier pressure, pressing her so hard that she curled up like a shrimp and refused to stop. 　　Even the surrounding guards couldn't help but change color and came forward to discourage. 　　"My lord be careful, if you continue like this you will die on the spot." 　　He stopped for a long time before removing his feet, looking at the corners of her mouth seeping blood, suddenly smiled. 　　"Now it is the turn of the columnists, please do enjoy yourself." 　　The sound of clothing ripping resounded in the closed chamber. 　　Several pairs of dark hands tore at the girl's clothes from different angles, and she squirmed with effort, dodging in vain, leaving a wet mark on the dirty floor. 　　The snow-white torso was quickly presented, thin shoulders, soft waist, slightly protruding breasts, young and slender legs, unobstructed and exposed for all to see, the crimson whip marks all over the place fueled the desire. 　　Several people could not help but bend their heads to nibble, leaving a mark on the smooth and delicate skin, wantonly caressing the naked body, such as a group of vicious beasts surrounding the feast of gluttony. 　　Kaya bit her lip in death, her feeble hands groping in the air as if trying to find something to support her, when suddenly her body froze. The blind hand unintentionally touched the fire pot behind him, and the air suddenly gave birth to a burning stench of burning flesh, scorching a large area despite the timely retraction of the hand. 　　Shavana watched what was happening in front of him with interest. 　　The room was filled with the sounds of ragged gasps and licking and swabbing as several burly men surrounded the skinny girl, some rubbing her from behind, others crouching over her breasts, and others pulling her legs apart in an attempt to violate her further. 　　It was a scene he had been looking forward to for far too long, ever since he had watched his older brother get killed. 　　Unintentionally glimpsed the person in the corner, furious eyes in the dark as if to choose people to eat, but in the way of acupuncture points are restrained a movement can not move, bright forced people's pupils such as wolves like blood red, full of hate. 　　Looked at the eyes of déjà vu, he smiled, finally someone with the year he felt the same. 　　The other party's pupils suddenly contracted for a moment, turning into consternation. 　　Stunned ......? 　　He turned back to his head, and the rough panting disappeared at some point. 　　The girl laboriously pulled out her indulgent hand and pushed away the head that was crouching on her chest, and the horny men fell down softly without a sound, all without a trace of resistance. 　　With great difficulty she rose to her knees, picked up the sword the guards had thrown aside, and chopped down hard. 　　Sword after sword, chopping blood splattered. 　　Naked people, small hands, used all their strength to cut down. 　　Those guards were terrified to the extreme, like meat on a posting board unable to resist, watching the sharp blade slice through their bodies. Stabbing, poking, chopping, hacking, sword into the flesh, blood quickly gushing out from the limbs, fishy smell filled a room. 　　Dumbfounded, he wanted to step forward to stop it, but realized that his arms and legs could not make an ounce of strength, and slid down to the ground leaning decisively against the pillar, even his voice disappeared. 　　There was only the dull thud of a sharp sword cutting into human flesh. 　　The girl raised her head, her pale face splattered with blood, indifferent and cold, like an evil spirit that demanded a person's life. 　　Beautiful to the extreme, but also cruel to the extreme. 　　Pulling off the curtain to wrap her body, she crawled closer to the restrained man with great effort and pulled off the short sword that pinned him to the ground. 　　She took off the hairpin on her head with her slender hand, and the seemingly ordinary toothpin was actually hollow. She poured out a pill from it and fed it into his lips, and took out a silver needle, stabbing it into the corresponding acupuncture point and turning it slowly, and soon she could smell the chains clanking. 　　She coughed and held back a mouthful of blood. 　　Searching several medicine bottles from Shavana's arms, she sniffed them one by one, picking out one to take a pill herself, and tossing it to the teenager who was already able to sit up. 　　With the crunching sound of the iron shackles being cut off, utter despair struck his heart. 　　The clear and bloodstained face was as beautiful as a rakshasa in the firelight, holding up the blood-dripping sword with one hand. 　　"You lost." 　　This was the only voice he heard. 　　A sword slashed through, dryly decapitating him. 　　As the head rolled to the ground, the girl lost her last bit of strength and fell limply to her knees. Without waiting to touch the ground, she was picked up by someone from behind. 　　Instantly swept out of the bloody secret room. 　　Outside is already late at night, I do not know how long has been banned. 　　Still within the palace, the location is extremely remote, out of the garden door is already a dense forest. 　　Can not see the direction in the darkness, he leaped by instinct, in the forest through. 　　Running for a long time, the body in his arms gradually stopped trembling, the temperature is getting lower and lower. 　　The lapel of his chest was tugged a little, he lowered his head, and Jia Yu's finger pointed to one side of the forest. 　　He ran over in the direction indicated, and the sound of crashing water became clearer and clearer, revealing a line of silver white in the moonlight. A mountain spring hung down from the craggy cliffs, converging into a small, ethereal pool. 　　He stopped at the edge of the pool, and Kaya suddenly struggled down, hobbling closer to the water's edge. 　　"Kaya!" 　　"Get out of the way!" She snapped, never more violent, opening his blocking arm. "Get the hell away from me." 　　He was fixed on the spot, watching her step into the cold water and scrub her thin body with vigor. The tired wounds seeped blood once again, as if they could not feel the pain, washing over and over again with hatred and no mercy. 　　Bright moonlit night, white as jade body covered with scars, like dark red vines climbing all over the body, demonic beauty and bizarre. 　　Late fall in the western border, the water is still floating thin ice. 　　He endured and endured, and finally couldn't help himself, jumping into the water and tugging her to shore. 　　"Get away!" She struggled hard to break free. He dragged her to her death, not letting her touch the bone-chilling water again. In the frantic tussle, she slapped across her face as hard as she could. 　　"Get out!" 　　The crisp slap landed on the face. 　　He could have dodged it, but he took the heavy slap raw, holding tightly to the skinny body in his arms and not letting go. 　　Heart, like a million knives scraping. 　　There were countless wounds on Jia Yu's body. 　　Interlocking whip marks, chain strangulation marks, palm prints on the face, finger burns, between the dangers of being stepped on foot marks, the most eye-piercing, is spread all over the bite bruises. 　　He put on a little bit of medicine, unconscious before she moaned out. 　　Lips have been festering from her bites, tossing and turning and enduring to the limit, only to exchange for a ray of life. 　　Hidden in the cracks of the fingers of the poison, through the fire and take effect. 　　At this moment in the dark secret house of the magic sect, she fell asleep, her eyebrows are still tightly knitted. 　　In addition to the medicine, he was completely incompetent. 　　She used her own way to protect him and escaped from life. Paid such a terrible price. 　　The man at the bedside quietly gazed at the sleeping girl, suddenly burying his face into his palm. As if lashed by an invisible whip, shivering uncontrollably, it was difficult to subside the endless shame in his heart.