Lanshan Snow

Fortunately, the young master Qiu only has a half-knowledge of Tule language, and most of them rely on the simple introduction of the snowfield customs in "Si Fang Zhi".

Otherwise, it might not be as simple as turning black at this moment.

——I have to jump up and look for the knife.

The hunting grounds of the Xueyuan tribe are strictly divided. Anyone who rushes into the hunting grounds of other tribes will be regarded as an unforgivable provocation, and will either die or become a prey—all determined by the strength of both parties.

The red phoenix doesn't know this.

It ignored the flags of the Tule tribe that had been planted outside the snow valley to warn all directions, and put the helpless young master into the winter pasture's hunting ground.

He has only two options:

Either become the trophy or become the enemy.

Apparently, none of the warriors in Thule took this young master from the Central Plains who broke into the winter pasture hunting ground somehow as a provocation.

After all, the person who wrote "Sifang Zhi" was a scholar from the Central Plains, and he often used euphemistic words to embellish the brutal and obscene parts of the Sifang tribal customs.

The real Tule tribe has lived in the extremely cold snowfield for generations, frozen all year round, and their pursuit of all passionate things is like life cannot do without spirits.The thing that the Central Plains people are ashamed of speaking is as common and important to them as the daily eating and warming.

In the long midwinter, one should get drunk and roll on the same blanket with the most handsome girl.The igloo is separated from the cold air, no matter how loud the wind outside is, the people inside just burn each other's bones and blood, the fire is so fierce that even the felt is melted and melted.

Although under normal circumstances, the most popular are girls with hot bodies.

But beauty is gender-neutral.

——As long as it is beautiful to a certain extent.

There is no doubt that the young master of the Central Plains who accidentally broke into the Thule hunting ground is absolutely beautiful enough to conquer the aesthetics of the Thule tribe:

The facial features are more gorgeous than the rising sun, the waist is thinner than the branches of the newborn Arlan, and the skin is whiter than the snow in the Holy Land of Tule.

Absolutely eye-catching, absolutely gorgeous.

Even the most "gentle, courteous, thrifty" literati in the Central Plains, when they write to criticize his arrogance and extravagance, they always raise it high and lower it gently--the natural appearance is not rich, so how can it be matched? Get him?

Right now, the young master's blood-stained brows are long and sharp, his eyes covered with thick eyelashes are dark and deep, bloodstains meander along the plain white skin, and freeze, like a piece of white jade with blood on it.

If it falls to the pen of a scholar who is accustomed to dancing and writing, he may be eloquent and write thousands of chapters.

In the eyes of the Thule people, it can be summed up in two words:

interesting.

I can't wait to snatch the person back into the igloo immediately, throw it on the felt, and taste the blood from the corner of the eyebrow. Of course, not a single drop of the precious wolf king's blood should be wasted, it should be licked drop by drop, and licked clean.How can such a delicate young master wear such thin clothes?It should be buried in a thick blanket of wolf fur and bears, and it will be impossible to earn it out.

And such a thin waist...

Can you pinch it with one hand?

Although the Tule people usually prefer a sturdy girl who can swing a whip and race horses, but who doesn't like such a delicate and beautiful young master who seems to be broken at the touch of a touch?

It must be beautiful to cry too.

From the start of the ambush, the Thule warriors have been paying attention to the handsome young master among the wolves.

This time the great cold wave came fiercely, and those who were eligible to participate in this winter herding were all first-class heroes in the clan.Originally, everyone was gearing up to wait for the end of the winter grazing, put the others down, and snatch the little beauty back into their snow house.

Everyone was mentally prepared for a fierce battle, and secretly weighed who the strongest opponent was.

...Only Shi Wu Luo, their honorable chief witch, was ignored.

That's not to say they were careless.

God Thule!The Snow Eagle is up!

Their honorable Lord Shouwu has never been interested in these things at all!His igloo was built in the tallest and coldest place of the entire clan. It was white and cold, and there was no intention of decorating it at all.There were girls in the clan who liked him before, but all of them were scared away by the cold wind at his door.

Is this what a person begging for a wife should look like?

——Qiu Bodeng didn't know that when he was thinking how long before he would be frozen to death, there were already more than [-] Thule warriors above his head ready to fight for him.

All he knew was that he really wanted to turn around and get the dagger back.

The tall Thule warriors chattered around, half frustrated, half cheering—although the beauty is no longer his own, it is also a big event that the first witch is finally planning to ask for a wife.

Qiu Bodeng couldn't understand what they were upset about, but he could understand the meaning of the word "trophy" and the envy in their tone.

The young master who had been soaked in a honey pot from birth was about to die of annoyance.

Dongzhou is not without peaches and broken sleeves.

With the appearance of the young master, there are as many people who have fantasies about him in private as crucian carp crossing the river.But the deterrence of the No. [-] family in Dongzhou is there, who dares to reveal a thing or two in front of the young master?

The dark black suede riding boots stepped on the snow.

rustling.

Lord Shouwu of the Tule tribe walked through the antelope and reindeer towards the circle of arrows he shot.The beautiful young master who was circled glared at him with sharp eyebrows and pitch-black eyes——the young master himself felt arrogant, and his porcelain-white cheeks were obviously red with anger.

It's like ice glaze exuding a layer of peach blossom lightly.

"you……"

The sound of Xue being trampled stopped, the sky was completely blocked by people, the vision suddenly became dim, and Qiu Bodeng's voice was briefly choked.

The young man was thin and tall, but that was only compared to other Thule warriors who were stronger than bears.In fact, he is much taller than the average Central Plains person.When he got close, the shadow he cast was more than enough to cover a pampered young master.And that mask...

The silver-plated deer bones hang low and reflect light slightly.

Cold and mysterious.

It makes people feel as if they have strayed into an ancient altar, and from the dim light, they walk out of the extremely oppressive guardian of the underworld.

Qiu Bodeng didn't know what he was going to do.However, the anger calmed down a little bit. No matter how you look at it, the other party doesn't seem to be interested in that kind of thing...it's...

In the darkness, the boy's beautiful black pupils suddenly enlarged, he grabbed the hand that unbuttoned his collar, his voice was raised high, then suppressed: "You——what are you doing?"

His ears didn't know whether they were angry or cold, they were as red as coral jade.

Shi Wuluo took a look at him, his eyes flicked over the small piece of red jade, and then quickly retracted, and fell down to the fingers tightly grasping his wrist, slender and long, the finger pads pressing the skin were as soft as ... The pure white, soft and greasy suet has no strength at all, and it melts when pinched.

A brief image flashed by, and the man's movements didn't even pause.

His fingers are like clear bamboo, slender and knotted.

Let the pampered young master grab his wrist meaninglessly, undo the buckle of the cloak that was cut by the arrow wind—he had already avoided the young man when he shot the arrow, but the cloth in the Central Plains was too thin, and a very thin The cracks cut through the cloak all the way to the underlying coat.

Located close to the collarbone.

Wizard Thule paused for a moment with his fingers, and directly tore open the overlapping wide collar under the fur cloak.

A section of collarbone popped out, the line was straight and skinny, and a snowflake fell into the bone socket.

The fingers pressed into the fleece collar paused.

The collar was pulled open suddenly, and the air-conditioning poured in. Chou Bodeng was caught off guard and shivered from the cold, and his skin, which was as white as snow, was immediately frozen with a layer of pimples.

He pulled back the collar, and when he buttoned it back, his lips trembled slightly, and his fingers trembled—half angry, half frozen.

The more anxious you are, the harder it is to buckle.

When did the young master suffer this much?

For a moment, even the corners of his eyes were red.

If this person is ugly, even if his intestines are broken from crying, it will still affect the appearance of the city.But if she is beautiful, let alone shed tears, even if her eyes are slightly red, she will be mesmerizingly pitiful and cute.

The Tule people on the side suddenly forgot the reverence and love they had for Lord Chief Witch in the past, and their condemning eyes swished here... Even if they have met beautiful women before, they shouldn't be so rude.It is a matter of course to make a crying little beauty on the wool felt, and it is not a problem to cry, that is called "fun".

But it is too wrong to make people cry outside the wool felt.

In the simple concept of marriage of the Tule tribe, there is no such thing as bullying a partner.

If it’s snowing, if you’re willing to warm your quilt, how about holding it in your palm?There are so many bachelors in the tribe who can't find a wife, but they are all staring and waiting!

A few brave Thule warriors who were not afraid of being beaten walked this way.

Quite eager to try.

At the beginning, Lord Shouwu shot down the arrow circle. Many people thought in their hearts that Lord Shouwu used to be alone. This time, it might be too dangerous to watch tens of thousands of antelopes and reindeer charge in the valley, so they saved people. Fate doesn't really mean that to the little beauty.I still hold some expectations in my heart.

It wasn't until seeing Lord Shouwu walking towards the arrow circle that he stopped thinking.

Although it's not good to compete with the noble and unpredictable first witch, but right now, it's not that the first witch is too rough... how can he spoil a beauty, can't he?

The Thule warriors with the ambition of "heroes to save the beauty" had just walked halfway, when their "rude", "incomprehensible" and "deserving to be single for eight lifetimes" chief witch turned his head slightly and swept over coldly.

The footsteps of several Thule warriors were nailed in place.

Shi Wuluo withdrew his gaze, and his eyes flicked over the beautiful but useless Central Plains cloak, paused briefly on the shoulders, and soon moved to the reddened eyes of the young man.

Young Master Qiu was really about to cry out of anger.

Relying on useless pride.

After entering Xizhou, nothing goes well!First, the always reliable third uncle got so drunk that he mistaken the flight route of the flying boat; then the "fortunate luck" hit a cold wave that never happened in ten thousand years, and separated from the others... If it was really bad luck, he would die too admit.

If you want to live, you will die, but if you want to live, you will be pissed off.

Who are these people! !

And this broken bead!

The silver-wrapped beaded lotus clasp from Dongzhou Ouhuafang became more urgent and the beads couldn’t be clasped. Qiu Bodeng pulled it twice to vent his anger. The clasp woven with silver thread was intact, but his finger cut a deep hole. Deep bloodstains.

……Row.

He'd better go find the knife.

Qiu Bodeng turned his head and was about to walk in the direction where the dagger flew out in his memory.

Before he took a step, his shoulders sank, and a thick and heavy dark black robe covered him with warmth inside.Then, as soon as the whole person was empty, he was hugged horizontally.