Don't Play With the Goddess of War
Chapter 1: Transmigration
Don't Play with the Goddess of War
Chapter 1: Transmigration
"Pa! Pa! Pa!"
From the painful lash, the unconscious An Xia woke up.
What the hell's going on?
His fighter was clearly shot down by a guided missile. Instead of being smashed to pieces, was he captured?
Which country launches useless missiles that can't even destroy a person?
He had to blacklist the country's missiles.
Moving her arms and legs, she realized that she was tied up, and her eyes were closed.
Taking a deep breath, he realized that he must have been drugged, as he was unable to break away from the rope that bound him.
The whip whipped him many times more, but it was not too painful for the sturdy An Xia. Soon a young woman's voice came, which caught his attention.
To find out where she was, An Xia had to eavesdrop on their conversation and gather information.
An arrogant voice and at the same time a woman sounded again.
"Attraction? I didn't kidnap her. His family made a request to my family and gave us this toy as a gift."
"illegal? Hahaha, I'm legal here! Even if he died here today, his An family would not dare to touch me. Who knows, maybe they'll even ask if this woman**** satisfies me!"
"Hey, you three are so useless. Have you not eaten yet? Give more power to your punches!"
Shortly thereafter, a male voice was heard. He looked to be in his early twenties and said viciously, "Your daughter is not making any more noises. Maybe splash cold water on it to wake her up? A basin of cold water in winter will definitely help."
"Fuck up, keep hitting!" Another cruel man kicked his victim hard: "We will beat him until he wakes up."
"Come on, keep hitting! Hahaha Bu Song, what do you think of the Three Brothers Method? Are you satisfied? Are the viewers satisfied?"
Three men and a woman. They all look young.
At this moment, An Xia was not bothered by the brutal beating, he was consumed by the memories of the stranger.
This memory belonged to another An Xia.
These memories carried deep hatred and sorrow, which, like many thin needles, mercilessly penetrated his mind.
Turns out it was actually detonated by a guided missile.
He suddenly reincarnated as the body of a young woman in the Xia Country. The body he moved in on did not have the strength to free himself from the ropes.
Before he could fully accept this reality, his clothes were suddenly torn apart. He felt a cold wind blowing in his stomach.
Resisting the pain, An Xia opened his eyes, revealing the intense and intense bloodlust that had been contained within him.
"How dare you!" Xia shouting.
How dare they sit on it and tear off his clothes!
They seek death!
With all her strength, An Xia broke free from the rope and in the blink of an eye hit one of the men in the jakun.
The man, whose jaw was broken, cried out miserably, but made no sound. His neck was twisted to the extreme and he exhaled his last breath at the scene of the crime.
The hands of these people are stained by sin and they are sought as criminals. However, they did not expect that the hour of their death would come today.
Unexpected events happen too quickly, and the other two criminals have no time to react to the situation. They even thought that their comrades must have accidentally fallen to tempt them.
Looking at the friend who did not move, one of the criminals chuckled: "Hey, stop playing, go back to work."
As soon as he said that, his eyes were suddenly covered by a veil of darkness, as if something was pouncing right in front of his face.
An Xia did not let the criminals wink. He single-handedly landed two quick attacks on the two remaining criminals.