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The men in the prairie had loose robes, and the fronts of their chests would be wide open, revealing their proud muscular muscles.

Seeing Bakuo stepping back while holding his clothes tightly with both hands, Shen Mo curled his lips: "I only see the most powerful warriors on the grasslands."

After finishing speaking, he left Ba Kuo in a daze.

Ba Kuo is notorious for his big mouth. A piece of news came out of his mouth, and soon everyone in the Barun tribe knew it. If there were no accidents, he believed that he would meet Urhan Batu by the river.

A bright moon was in the sky, and the night wind blew by, bringing a hint of coolness.

There is a river deep in the Dokele grassland, named Silk Bay. As the name suggests, it twists and turns like silk and satin, occupying the last space of the grassland.

Crossing Silk Bay is a boundless desert, and if you continue to move forward, you will see another style, the delicate and elegant people of the Celestial Dynasty.

He took out the specially wrapped mutton from his arms, peeled off the outer layer, and handed the mutton to the wolf king silently. Seeing that the other party didn't eat, but looked at him, with the same gentle eyes as before, as if he was looking at his own. child.

"I'm full." Shen Mo said, lying comfortably on the grass, with his hands behind his head, a rare laziness.

The old wolf king lowered his head and finished eating the mutton, wiped his mouth with his paws, then bent his front legs and lay beside Shen Mo, flicking his tail a few times.

Squinting his eyes to look at the bright moon above his head, Shen Mo said softly, "Is the moon in every time and space the same?"

The old wolf king also looked up at the sky with his neck up. After a while, he howled at the moon, lowered his head and snorted on the top of Shen Mo's hair, and licked his cheek with his tongue.

With the wind blowing, the sigh full of too many emotions was buried, leaving only the howling echoed in the grassland for a long time.

After a while, he kept silent to hide the melancholy that shouldn't be in his mind. He got up and patted the old wolf king's head, "Go back to the wolves."

The old wolf king walked a few steps and looked back, and with a groan, he didn't leave.

"I'll be fine." Shen Mo pursed his lips and smiled, and his tone couldn't help softening, as if comforting an old friend, "Go."

"Aw---" With a roar, the old wolf king ran to the other side of the grassland.

Looking at the steady figure of the old wolf king gradually disappearing from sight, he sighed silently, after all, wolves are still suitable for the prairie...

Looking up at the bright moonlight, Shen Mo took off his robe and went into the river. The slightly cool river water washed him, his eyes were closed, and his brain was running fast.

"Ding, two bottles of Chrysanthemum Spirit have been delivered with love."

Shen Mo opened his eyes and glanced at the dark light, "Two bottles? Need so many?"

"Ding, the size determines the weight."

Recalling the shape propped up under the wide trousers, Mo Mo shuddered, and he didn't know if it was blown by the wind, or what, he seemed not as calm and calm as before.

Everything is very quiet at night, and any wind and grass will be magnified. A black horse is galloping on the grassland, and the rapid sound of hooves awakens the sleeping earth.

There was a loud neighing sound behind him, and without turning back in silence, he slowly slid into the water until his whole body was completely covered by the river.

There was a loud splash on the surface of the water, showing the size of the thing that fell into it.

Silently holding his breath, he opened his eyes and looked at the man swimming towards him. Without any resistance, he was brought into the other's arms by the outstretched arms, and was easily pulled out of the water.

The two naked bodies were close to each other, their breaths intertwined intentionally or unintentionally, and the night wind seemed to warm up.

Rudely brushing his wet hair back, revealing a face with too sharp edges and corners, Urhan Batu's chest rose and fell, and he laughed loudly, "I heard that you only see the most powerful warriors in the grassland?"

He glanced at the hard object against him with the corners of his eyes downcast. The aggressive masculinity of the other party was strong, and he shrank his body in silence, exhaling, "Yeah."

Interestingly pinching the boy's chin and rubbing his rough fingers, Urhan Batu squinted his eyes. The boy actually looks better than all the women in the grassland. These days, he was just covered by that layer of dirt, "You Speaking of the entire grassland, who is the strongest?"

Drops of water slipped from the rolling Adam's apple and landed on the hard protrusion of the chest that was squeezed, and said silently and calmly, "It's profuse sweat."

"You're seducing Ben Khan." The desire in Uerhan Batu's eyes was completely opposite to the unpredictability in his tone. He tightened his arms and pressed the boy into his arms, "But you succeeded."

The next moment Shen Mo was hugged, and the purple-black ferocious hot object pierced fiercely. He let out a muffled snort, and the tearing sensation transmitted at that moment made his legs tremble violently.