Lanshan Snow

The flames of the copper stove in the Elephant House shone across the face of the Thule wizard, showing the undulating cheekbones, the deep eye sockets, and the cold silver gray... The muscles of the cheeks were tense due to the restraint of anger, showing a marble-like pale texture .His strong fingers were stained with an undispelled chill.

"you……"

Qiu Bodeng was forced to look up, and opened his mouth uneasily.

The opponent bowed his head directly.

The kiss that fell was mixed with anger, like the wind in a snowy field, cold and bitter, leaving no room for it.

Qiu Bodeng's slender fingers subconsciously grabbed strands of wolf fur.

feel a little scared.

——He actually wanted to ask if you were injured...

In the forest, nearly a hundred tribes with bronze wolf masks set their arrows on bowstrings. Their strange masks and terrifying howls of wolves still remain in Qiu Bodeng's mind with the sound of all the arrows being fired.In that case, the Thule wizard brought him out intact.

When Tugong's long knife confronted the wolf warrior head-on, Qiu Bodeng was in Tule wizard's arms.

The moment of murderous intent.

Qiu Bodeng, who was hiding in the arms of the wizard, almost thought that he would be shattered by a bolt.

No.

The Thule wizard held a knife with one hand and bent his elbow, abruptly blocking all the counter-shock force.Qiu Bodeng could clearly hear the terrifying scraping sound of metal colliding with metal——at that moment, the terrifying load that Thule wizard suffered would definitely not be less than that of resisting the impact of the siege cone head-on.

The cloak was crushed by the huge wind and slammed on him.

The metal collar button bumped into the shoulder bone, and it hurt. Apart from this, he didn't suffer any injuries.In contrast, there was a splash of viscous and hot blood, which splashed directly onto the cloak.

Qiu Bodeng didn't know that it was the blood of a wolf.

still is……

On the way to bring him back, the Thule wizard hugged him tightly, his knuckles were strong, and the cloak was filled with blood.

When falling into the felt blanket, by the firelight of the copper basin.

Wizard Thule's browbones, cheekbones, and even finger bones were covered with blood that hadn't been wiped off, and it was hard to tell whether it was his own or someone else's, and it looked terrible.

But the other party didn't talk to him.

Counting it, this should be the second time the wizard has saved him.

Qiu Bodeng was a little uneasy and aggrieved.

...If, if it wasn't for this guy's insistence on something...he wouldn't have escaped alone!How could he encounter such messy things, encounter smugglers, and be hunted down by the wolf tribe.

But the other party's anger is terrible.

Qiu Bodeng couldn't say a word, and was almost suffocated by the [kiss].The beautiful eyes were foggy, and even the end of the eyes was a layer of bright red, as if someone had smudged the rouge there. 【Review brother and sister, just kiss, just kiss, kiss his lips, that's all, please mess with me, there is nothing below the neck.Please be clear. 】

The blood frozen on the Thule wizard's body gradually melted after entering the warm room.

tick.

A drop of blood fell from his eagle-winged brow bone and dripped to the end of Qiu Bodeng's eye.

Qiu Bodeng burst into tears almost immediately - no one would feel well if a drop of blood dripped from their eyelids.Tears washed away the blood drops, some smudged away, and some slid down his jade-like face.

……Blood!Blood!

He was so miserable that he almost cried.

Wizard Thule let go of him, pressed his callused fingertips on the end of his eyes, and wiped it off, not so softly.

Qiu Bodeng caught something from it.

"I, I, I... I fell!" He hurriedly seized the chance.

only……

The No. [-] family of Xianmen has no bottom line in doting on the young master. If he wants stars, he picks off the sun and the moon together.He doesn't need to work as hard as other people to get a little bit of sweetness from others.He grew up in a honeypot.

He never lied at all.

"I hurt." He was extremely uneasy, his eyelashes trembling because of nervousness, "I, I fell down and hit the root of a tree... That tree is too hard..."

The young master's level of lying is so bad.

Clumsy is obvious at a glance.

Wizard Thule said nothing.

But he let go of Qiu Bodeng's wrist and got up to get the medicine.

Qiu Bodeng wished that he really fell and hurt himself!But the few times I just fell, there were thick snow and fallen leaves covering it. Where did the injury come from? ... He stretched out his hand, and flicked the cloak on one side... Just as the fingertips touched the thick flannelette, they were caught before they even had time to grab it.

The fire light shone on the face of the Thule wizard, his complexion was too pale to be alive, and there was blood on the brow and cheekbones.

His stern anger was in substance.

The thin and cold lip line was pulled straight.

lie……

Again and again, again and again.

Firelight imprinted into the silver gray eyes.

…………

The campsite where the winter herding team is stationed.

The Thule people, who are waiting for the return of Shouwu and other warriors, are marking the newly captured antelope and reindeer-to show that these sheep and deer herds belong to Thule from now on.

A lamb that ran away recklessly was found.

It stands in the sheepfold, with its eyes open, watching the shepherds burn the red copper iron...According to the ancient habit, the herdsmen will repeatedly burn new brands one after another on the fleeing cattle and sheep...Deepest and most sensitive The most painful part, the brand, must be made to tremble and crawl even when it sees the red sun from now on.

However, there are a few snow mountain sheep, which is not the harvest of their winter grazing.

It was their chief witch, who was specially found for the beautiful young master.

The young master in Zhongyuan was picky.

The cow and goat milk that the Thule people drink every day, he swallowed it, and he could spit it out no matter how good he was.The warriors of the tribe had never seen him so squeamish. In the end, their chief witch found the snow mountain sheep that had just given birth for the first time, and specially took the fresh goat milk that hadn't been stained with fish.

And stay by the fire to boil.

Boil it into fine and white, neither hard nor soft pieces.

The bad-tempered young master deliberately tormented the first witch, so he squatted beside him, making demands in a soft voice.

Lord Shouwu's hand holding the sword and arrow has slender knuckles, and wears dark black and hard fingers.

Holding a copper spoon, with a blank expression on his face, he tirelessly stirred the snow goat's milk amidst the sound of the young master picking bones from the eggs.They are boiled in a turquoise copper pot, gurgling out secret bubbles, and thin foam layer by layer.It has been boiled until it is delicate, ticking, and the young master is frowning, picky for a long time and can't find faults.

Honestly, it's kinda...

It's incredible.

The warriors of Thule have always felt that their chief witch is a real ascetic monk.

Live on the coldest mountain top, without a trace of living anger.

Before it was released, if someone told them, Lord Shouwu would sit patiently by the campfire and boil a pot of new goat's milk for someone.The Thule warriors must laugh their teeth out.

But that's how it happened.

A few days ago, by the bonfire at the supply point.

Young Master Zhongyuan, who had been sleepy for most of the day, picked up the porcelain spoon and swallowed it in small mouthfuls—he was so hungry that for the first time, he got goat milk foam on his lips.He didn't realize it himself, the first witch leaned over and wiped it off for him with callused fingertips.

The well-educated young master of the aristocratic family was a little embarrassed, he took a sip, said something vaguely, and then lowered his head.

Everyone could clearly see that the silent and stern Shouwu gave a rare smile.

I don't know if Lord Shouwu has rescued Arlan.

………………

The returning mammoth ran quickly, quickly pursuing the large army.

Compared with the first day, the whole wooden house has changed:

The ground is covered with several thick layers of snow wolf skins, red coral, turquoise, yellow amber, and sapphire bead curtains are hung on the doors and windows, and one or two diamond-shaped patterns are placed in the corner besides the copper stove. The cushions are as gorgeous and beautiful as a goshawk on a cliff suddenly changed its nature and imitated the behavior of a bush bird.

Only the silver-plated deer bone mask is still hanging high on the front wall.

Overlooking everything.

The snowfield giant wolf's fur was long and thick, and it was pulled into strands abruptly.

Thule...Bo'er...fingers are inscribed with complex and lengthy proper nouns, the representative of the snow god Thule, the supreme tribal wizard, and the name with the great image of "falling"...the curved and abstract words of the Xizhou language family , through the hands of craftsmen, undulating on the cold bone jade surface...

By the campfire, Wizard Thule once insisted that he memorize every bend, every turn, every ups and downs.

The name wraps around the wrench.

Circle after circle memory into the soul.

Fingertip to fingertip, phalange to phalange.

The voice of the Thule wizard fell, cold and low, like an ancient, rock-like oath.

"Arlan."