Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

He hadn’t taught him the lesson he promised, but he helped Tan Chuyan vent his anger first.

As the leader of the Purity Sect, Feng Chilie’s specialty was torturing people.

Feng Chilie took out a small black medicine bottle from his arms. He opened the cork, and a faint fragrance instantly swept the entire room.

Smelling the fragrance, Tan Chuyan raised his head and looked at Feng Chilie in surprise.

Feng Chilie had a cold evil smile on his face. He poured out a bright red pill and kicked He Erri hard in the stomach.

The moment He Erri screamed, Feng Chilie popped the pill into He Erri’s mouth.

The pill went straight to the throat and rolled into the abdomen uncontrollably.

In an instant, the hot feeling spread from the abdomen to the whole body. He Erri clearly felt that his internal organs were melting, and he felt as uncomfortable as being burned.

“What did you feed me?!”

He Erri’s uncomfortable facial expression was ferocious, and mouthfuls of blood mixed with unknown debris poured out of his mouth.

“Have you heard of Bai Guku? Within half an hour, if there is no antidote, you will melt into a handful of bones.” Feng Chilie took out a new small medicine bottle and shook it in front of He Erri: “Do you want the antidote?”

“Give it to me!” He Erri rushed towards Feng Chilie, but Feng Chilie dodged quickly.

He Erri missed it and laid on the ground but kept moving his fingers forward: “Give me the antidote!”

“Easy to say.” Feng Chilie rubbed the bottle with his fingers: “Tell me where Tuoba Rou is, and I will give you the pill.”

“I don’t know, I really don’t know!” He Erri coughed heavily, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot: “Everything, even Princess Changle leaving, was arranged by Master Lan. I only know that she is still alive, and I really don’t know anything else.”

“Oh.” Feng Chilie put away the antidote, sat down on the bed with Tan Chuyan, and said casually: “Then you just wait to die.”

“Antidote! Give me the antidote!” He Erri’s skin and flesh on his hands and feet had begun to melt: “You said, as long as I tell you where Princess Changle is, you will give me the antidote.”

Feng Chilie held Tan Chuyan’s cold feet in his hands.

Tan Chuyan felt dirty and pulled it out hard, but Feng Chilie’s strong hand held him tightly.

“Be good.” Feng Chilie patted his instep, looked at He Erri again, and sneered: “I did say that, but you didn’t tell me where Tuoba Rou was. So, why should I can give you an antidote.”

He Erri lingered for breath: “You…you don’t keep your word!”

“Why should I keep my word with you Xibo people?” Feng Chilie’s eyes narrowed: “The contract between the two countries is clearly there, but you have invaded our Jing Kingdom’s borders one after another, and now you have colluded with others to sacrifice hundreds of thousands of people to misery. What should I treat you with kindness?”

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Feng Chilie couldn’t hide his anger, and he thought of the first battle he fought.

Although he won that battle and earned him the title of God of War, who knew that all these honors were paved for him with the lives of countless brothers and seniors.

Feng Chilie will never forget the scene he saw the moment he passed through General Xibo. The ground was filled with people, including his brothers, his friends, and his seniors in the Wolf Eagle Cavalry.

Everyone pinned their hopes on him, using their bodies to build the most impenetrable wall for him, giving him a chance to survive.

These people could have spared their lives and could still have relationship with their wives and children, but because of Xibo’s intrusion, they had no choice.

Once Xibo’s cavalry broke through the mountains and rivers of Jing Kingdom, the consequences would be disastrous.

The Xibo people were born in a barbaric land. They were rude, barbaric, and even hated the people of the Central Plains.

The Xibo people once said this when training their troops: “Why the people of the Central Plains have grassy plains, why the people of the Central Plains have endless rivers, why the people of the Central Plains have thousands of miles of mountains and rivers? Why?”

“Soldiers, we also can have these! The land of the Central Plains will belong to Xibo. Whether it is land, fields, or thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, it will all belong to us!”

“We will eventually escape from this miserable land filled with yellow sand. We want the Central Plains people to be our dogs, and we must return all the humiliations they have brought to us!”

Slowly, the Xibo people’s initial envy and jealousy evolved into endless hatred. At the same time, their ambition also grew out of control.

Their ambition had brought pain to countless people that would never heal. Some people have lost their fathers, some have lost their husbands, and some have lost their children.

In that war, Feng Chilie lost his brother and the senior who treated him like a son.

In the eyes of outsiders, that war made Feng Chilie famous, but only Feng Chilie himself knew that he lost everything overnight. The so-called fame and fortune were as worthless to him as dust.

Every time someone mentioned this to him, what he thought of were the deaths of his brothers and seniors.

It was also from that time on that Feng Chilie began to hate war and court.

As long as was in the court, he must be at the center of undercurrents and struggles. But he had to be in the court because he was the son of a great general and was born with the mission of ‘guarding’.

Even though Feng Chengjian had told him since he was a child, he could live for himself.

But Feng Chilie knew that he was a wolf in chains and an eagle with broken wings.

There was no way he could escape.

Every time Xibo launched an attack, the shackles on his body tightened, and his wings became sparse.

Therefore, Feng Chilie also hated the Xibo people.

They had obviously given Xibo enough food and supplies, so why couldn’t the Xibo people just keep their peace?

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Feng Chilie looked at He Erri with eyes full of hatred and anger.

He Erri knew that he was hopeless, so he had to use all his strength to drag Feng Chilie down!

He sat up with difficulty, raised his bone-white fingers, and pointed at Feng Chilie: “You have no right to hate us because your body has the same blood as ours! Feng Chilie, you are the filthiest person in the world. If you can’t resist us, Xibo will crush the walls of your Jing Kingdom, and eventually, take over Dayong Dynasty’s thousand miles of mountains and rivers!”

“And you will eventually be hated and abandoned by everyone! Feng Chilie, I curse you, You will-”

He Erri’s voice stopped abruptly.

Tan Chuyan’s dagger pierced He Erri’s throat, as he refused to rest in peace.

Feng Chilie’s expression turned pale, and his lips couldn’t stop trembling.

Tan Chuyan felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

Feng Chilie shouldn’t be devastated like this. He was a famous general, so he deserves to be honored and praised.

Tan Chuyan raised his hand to touch his face, kissed his pale lips, and softly called his name: “Ah Lie—”

Feng Chilie’s tense emotions collapsed instantly, and he hugged him tightly. He buried his face into the thin shoulder.

He had been depressed for too long, from the moment he knew that his biological mother wanted to kill him.

Tan Chuyan felt that his shoulder was wet with some warm liquid. He raised his hand and patted Feng Chilie on the back.

Tan Chuyan wanted to say something to comfort Feng Chilie, but he found that he couldn’t comfort people, and he couldn’t say anything touching at all.

But looking at Feng Chilie like this, Tan Chuyan felt extremely sour in his heart, almost going crazy with the discomfort.

‘Why is this happening?’

After a long time, when Feng Chilie kissed him almost brutally, Tan Chuyan suddenly realized.

He… wanted this.