great-warnovel Chapter 104 The eldest brother held her waist with one hand and whispered in her ear: "Jiaojiao
Chapter 104 The eldest brother held her waist with one hand and whispered in her ear: "Jiaojiao
The snow in front of the bathhouse.
The enormous "demon-revealing mirror" still stood there, like a merciless eye, staring at the group of barbarian men who had just come to recognize their own "species".
Extreme shame lashed at their nerves like a whip.
until--
"Don't stand there anymore."
Su Wan's voice was soft and gentle, yet it carried a reassuring quality. She stood on the steps, with a mountain of gray fabric behind her.
"Even after washing yourself clean, you still need to look presentable."
With a wave of her hand, she pointed to the seemingly endless pile of supplies:
"This is the 'skin' that the Qin family is giving you as a reward."
"Wear this, and from now on you will no longer be stray dogs."
"But rather, it's someone from the Qin family..."
……
This isn't about distributing clothes.
In Huh's eyes, this was like handing out dragon robes!
They were sets of neatly folded dark gray work clothes (system-produced: top-grade durable canvas work clothes with fleece lining).
In an era when people still wore stiff sheepskin coats and wrapped themselves in tattered burlap, the smoothness of this fabric and the fineness of its stitching were simply a game-changer.
"This...this is for me?"
Huhe's large, calloused hands trembled as he dared not touch it.
"Take it."
The fourth brother, Qin Yue, sat to the side, fanning himself with a folding fan, a sly smile typical of a cunning merchant on his lips: "What are you dawdling about? Your sister-in-law put a lot of effort into getting these outfits for you. If they get dirty or torn... humph, then we'll deduct it from your wages."
Only then did Huhe dare to extend his hand.
The instant your fingertips touch the fabric.
soft!
Although it looks sturdy, the inner lining is as soft as a cloud!
Just holding it in your hands, that thick warmth seeps into your heart through your palms!
"Waaaaah..."
Huhe hugged the clothes, buried his face in them, and took a deep breath.
It has no mutton smell, and no lice odor.
There was only a faint smell, like cotton that had been sun-dried (actually, it smelled like desiccant from the warehouse, but to them it smelled like heaven).
"Put them on!"
Hu He roared, tears and snot streaming down his face:
"Put them on, all of you! These are skins bestowed by the goddess! Anyone who dares to dirty them, I'll skin them alive!"
rustling sounds—
Hundreds of men were frantically putting on clothes in the snow.
The "zip" sound of the zipper being pulled up became the most melodious music in this snowy night.
The design of this workwear is extremely slimming (Su Wan specially modified the pattern), with a cinched waist and tapered legs, making the wearer look energetic and capable.
The originally hunched and wretched barbarians seemed to have their spines straightened after putting on this uniform.
They looked at each other.
In that instant, something called "dignity" rekindled in the eyes of these barbarians.
"I...I look like a human being now?"
A young man touched the shiny stainless steel nameplate (number 007) on his chest, trembling with excitement.
He used to be the lowest-ranking slave in the tribe, without even a name.
Now, he has clothes, a number, and a master.
He's a member of the Qin family now!
That overwhelming sense of belonging and gratitude clouded his judgment.
"Goddess! Goddess!"
The young man (Ah Lang) suddenly had red eyes and rushed out of the crowd like a madman.
He didn't know how to express this urge to give his life for it.
He just wanted to be closer to the woman who gave him a new life, even if it was just to kneel at her feet and kiss the hem of her skirt!
"Sister-in-law, be careful!"
The twins were busy handing out shoes and, from a distance, exclaimed in surprise.
Ah Lang rushed down the steps.
He knelt down with a thud, crawling forward on his knees, and stretched out his hands, which, although washed, were still rough and dark, trembling as he tried to touch the hem of Su Wan's snow-white fox fur coat hanging on the steps.
That look in his eyes was frighteningly fervent.
It's like worshipping a deity.
"Thanks……"
The word "thank you" hadn't even been uttered yet.
This hand was still three inches away from that snow-white fur.
A muffled thud.
The earth seemed to tremble.
A large foot wearing a black military boot slammed heavily onto the stone steps in front of Ah Lang.
It blocked his hand perfectly.
It also blocked all his view.
A towering, mountain-like black figure appeared out of thin air, standing between Su Wan and the group of fanatical believers.
It's Qin Lie.
He wasn't wearing that heavy armor, but instead put on a black, fitted outfit (a special edition for the male lead), with his signature cloak draped over it.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.
His muscular physique, even through his clothes, exuded a breathtaking explosive power.
"Want to die?"
Qin Lie lowered his eyes.
Those hawk-like eyes stared coldly at Ah Lang at his feet.
There was no roaring, no howling.
Those two words alone, carrying a murderous aura as vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood, instantly froze Ah Lang's blood.
Ah Lang's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, trembling violently, yet he dared not extend it even a fraction further.
That was the bloodline suppression from the top predator.
"Grandpa...Grandpa..." Ah Lang's teeth chattered.
Qin Lie slowly squatted down.
This action is extremely imposing.
He stretched out a finger, disgustedly picked up the nameplate on Ah Lang's chest, and glanced at it.
"Number 007".
Qin Lie sneered, loosened his grip, and the nameplate bounced back, striking Ah Lang in the chest with a crisp sound.
"The clothes were a gift from my sister-in-law."
Qin Lie stood up, his voice not loud, but it carried on the cold wind to the ears of everyone present:
"It is fate."
"We gave you this skin so you could be human, not so you could bark like dogs."
He turned his back to the terrified barbarians, as if proclaiming an inviolable imperial edict:
"From now on, walk with your head down."
"If anyone dares to touch her again with those dirty hands or those eyes..."
Qin Lie turned his head slightly, glancing at Ah Lang's hand out of the corner of his eye:
"I'll chop off his claws and feed them to the real wolves of the snowfield."
The atmosphere of fervent gratitude that had just been there instantly plummeted to freezing point.
No one dared to look up, their eyes fixed on their toes.
They finally understood one thing—
The goddess is merciful.
But the black Qilin guarding the goddess's side is a man-eater.
……
After disposing of the "garbage".
The murderous aura emanating from Qin Lie did not dissipate; instead, it intensified.
He turned around and looked at Su Wan standing on the steps.
She was wearing that snow-white fox fur coat, and having been startled by Ah Lang earlier, she was now blinking her big eyes innocently at him.
"Big brother..."
Su Wan was about to explain (and incidentally, to act coquettishly).
Qin Lie didn't give her a chance to speak at all.
He stepped forward, stretched out his long arm, and directly grabbed Su Wan's slender waist.
Give it a strong pull!
"Hmm!"
Su Wan crashed into his hard chest.
Then, Qin Lie waved his cloak, which, like a dark cloud, enveloped her completely.
Turn around.
He strode quickly toward the back of the nearby stack of supplies.
That's a blind spot.
The barbarians couldn't see it, and neither could his brothers.
Qin Lie pinned Su Wan against a mountain of cloth.
The light here is dim, and the only sound is the howling of the wind and snow.
"Big brother? What's wrong?"
Su Wan leaned against the soft fabric, while in front of her was a man's chest as hard as iron.
She could clearly sense that Qin Lie was angry.
The fire called "jealousy" burned him intensely.
"You made clothes for them."
Qin Lie lowered his head, buried his face in Su Wan's neck, and took a deep breath of her cold plum blossom scent. His voice was muffled, with an unreasonable sourness in it:
Five hundred sets.
"Every single set is based on your drawings and the materials you selected."
"That little brat... tried to touch your skirt."
At this point, Qin Lie suddenly opened his mouth and took a light bite on her fair and delicate neck.
"Hiss..." Su Wan winced in pain, her body trembled, and her hand instinctively grabbed Qin Lie's belt.
"Big brother, those are work clothes..." Su Wan looked up helplessly, trying to soothe the big, ruffled dog, "They're for them to wear when they work, like shoeing horses..."
"That was given to me by you."
Qin Lie raised his head, his deep eyes swirling with dark desire.
His hand slowly moved up along Su Wan's waistline, caressing her back through her thick winter clothes.
"Jiaojiao".
"You dressed them up and made them look like human beings."
Qin Lie suddenly moved closer, his nose brushing against hers, his hot breath spraying onto her face:
"Then do you know...?"
"What does Big Brother want to do now?"
Su Wan's heart pounded, her legs going weak under his intensely aggressive gaze: "What...what do you want to do?"
Qin Lie tightened his grip, pressing her firmly against him, leaving no gap between them.
He leaned close to her ear, his voice hoarse as if it contained grit, each word carrying a chilling electric current:
"For the rest of their lives, they can only wear this skin you gave them and be the Qin family's dogs."
"And my eldest brother..."
"I only want your fox fur coat, and the clothes underneath..."
"I took them off one by one by my own hands."
Su Wan's face instantly turned bright red, even her ears felt burning.
This man!
He was saying such shameful things, but the way he paired it with that cold, aloof face and that serious tone was just too much!
"Big brother...this is outside..." Su Wan's voice was as soft as water, without any intimidation.
"Nobody dares to look."
Qin Lie interrupted her domineeringly.
His hand slid down from her waist and grasped her small, slightly cold hands.
Then, he opened the front of his cloak and stuffed her small hands into his hot inner garment.
Apply it to your abdominal muscles.
Nourishes—
The muscles under his palms tensed instantly, becoming as hard as stone.
"Touch."
Qin Lie's Adam's apple bobbed, his deep gaze fixed on her:
"I just got a look from those filthy bastards, and now I'm really angry."
"Jiaojiao has to put out the fire."
Su Wan's fingers gently traced across his taut abdominal muscles, the sensation sending a shiver through him and making his breathing heavier.
Qin Lie took a deep breath, abruptly pulled his hand away, and wrapped it tightly around her again.
If he didn't restrain himself, he really would have done it to her right there.
"night."
He kissed her hard on the corner of her lips, his voice hoarse.
"Go back to your room and lock the door."
……
The distribution of supplies has ended.
Hundreds of barbarian men, dressed in brand-new work clothes, stood proudly in the snow.
Those numbered nameplates gleamed with a cold light under the snow.
These are not ordinary clothes.
This is the shackle of civilization.
It was also the strongest dog chain that the Qin family had put around their necks.
Hu He touched the number "001" on his chest and looked at the goddess in the distance, who was being protected in Qin Lie's arms and whose back view exuded an unapproachable aura.
At this moment, the wildness in his heart was completely replaced by a kind of servility called "loyalty".
Once you put on this suit, you'll never want to take it off for the rest of your life.
"Listen up, everyone!"
Huhe turned around and roared at his brothers who were still touching their clothes and grinning foolishly:
"We used to be wandering ghosts on the grasslands!"
"Now, we are the Qin Family Army!"
"Anyone who dares to disrespect the Goddess, I'll cripple them before even Qin can lift a finger!"
"yes!!!"