This mutation was beyond the expectations of all Turks. No one could have imagined that Solanke, a warrior of the Ejina tribe, fell off his horse in the blink of an eye when he clearly had the upper hand and was fierce, and was fatally hit by the Dahua people. There was an unspeakable strangeness and weirdness in the middle of it. Three thousand Turkic people stood there in a daze, completely silent.
The Dahua soldiers were ecstatic, talking and laughing lightly and killing the enemy chieftain, General Lin is really a god. The high chief took the lead in raising his arms and shouting: "General Lin's miraculous skills are unrivaled, and he is invincible in the world!"
"Roar-roar-supernatural powers-invincible in the world!" Five thousand sergeants held up their swords, guns and torches, and in the blazing light, excited cheers pierced the sky.
Lao Gao, this guy, will do some personality cults! Lin Wanrong laughed twice, gently blew the smoke from the muzzle of the gun, and put the musket back into his arms. Turning the horse's head and walking slowly to Solanke's side, I saw the Turkic man lying on his back on the ground, with his hands and feet spread out, forming a big "Tai" character. There was a huge blood hole on his forehead, and blood gushed down, dyeing the green grass and flowers beside him red in the blink of an eye. Solan opened his eyes angrily, and when he was about to die, he didn't understand how he was broken.
Lin Wanrong stomped back in front of his team, looked up to the sky and said with a long smile: "The fairest duel in the world has been completed, and Solan is dead! You Turkic people, why don't you get off your horse and accept surrender?!"
"Get off your horse and accept surrender, dismount and accept surrender!" Dahua soldiers were excited and shouted in unison.
The three thousand Hu people looked at each other in blank dismay. They never dreamed that Suo Lan, who was supposed to be the best at the competition that the Turkic people were best at, was killed without knowing it. What sorcery. This is a great shock and oppression to their psychology. and. According to the agreement between Solanke and Wo Laogong before the contest, Solanke was defeated and died. Three thousand Hu people will put down their swords and raise their hands to surrender. This is for the wolf-like Turkic people. It is an absolutely unbearable shame.
"Shameless big Chinese. You are deceitful! I Zuozan will never accept you!" In the silent barbarian formation. Suddenly there was an angry voice. The man is strong. With a sturdy expression, he was the leader of the cavalry who rescued Durhancha earlier. Once Solanke died, Zuozan became the supreme commander of the 3,000 Turkic people.
The high chief introduced the origin of this person in a low voice. Lin Wanrong shouted loudly: "Zozan, right? I heard that you are the leader of the Harhelin tribe. Don't judge the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. This is the fairest competition in the world. It is the Ejina warrior Suolan Kedu He personally admitted it. Although he was defeated and died, he was much more open and aboveboard than you. You blatantly deny the result of the duel, which is not only disrespectful to the warriors of the Ejina tribe, but also a blasphemy to the god of the grassland. The god of the grassland will punish you. "
Hu Bugui laughed dumbfounded when he heard it, and no one can compare to General Lin when it comes to verbal skills. These few words not only provoked the relationship between the two tribes of Harhelin and Ejina. It even moved out the famous God of the Grassland. No matter how violent the Turks are. I dare not disrespect the God of the Grassland!
as expected. Lin Wanrong's words fell. There was a noisy noise among the Hu people, how the Dahua people cheated. They didn't see it. But Solan can swear by the God of the Prairie. But everyone heard it with their own ears. To break a promise. It is to be punished by heaven. Some pious Hu people have already knelt down. Pray to the God of the Prairie.
Seeing that the situation was gradually getting out of control, Zuo Zan, the leader of the cavalry in Harhe Forest, swung his saber violently. Angrily shouted: "Turkic warriors, raise your noble heads. Never surrender to the inferior Dahua. With our loyalty to the Khan—kill the Dahua! Go—"
He took the lead and rushed to the forefront. Thousands of native cavalry followed closely behind him. There was a violent whirlwind blowing on the grassland. The Turkic people were still wavering. In an instant, he was aroused by the charging horn. They screamed and got on their horses. Converged into a turbulent torrent. Go straight to the front of the Dahua formation to kill.
Looking at the countless black spots running fast on the grassland, Lin Wanrong was extremely annoyed: "Damn, these barbarians are really eating goat milk and peeing. They don't have any credit!"
Hu Bugui smiled and said: "It's better not to keep credit, let's do it later. It's more justified. Withdraw. Brothers, withdraw for me!"
Hu Bugui gave an order. Five thousand Dahua cavalry turned their horses and galloped away. Zuo Zan was overjoyed when he saw this: "The cowardly Dahua people dare not fight us decisively! Warriors, kill me!"
"Kill it!" I saw the Dahua cavalry retreating rapidly. The blood of the Turks suddenly boiled, and they had long forgotten the punishment of the God of the Grassland. They urged their horses, raised their bright sabers, and scrambled forward, roaring fiercely.
He ran for two miles in one breath. Hundreds of Turkic horses charged at the forefront. His body was covered in sweat and blood, and he was panting heavily. The body gradually began to tremble. The Turkic knight hadn't figured out the situation yet, and the galloping horse suddenly became short, and its four hooves could no longer exert its strength. Fall straight forward.
"Ah—" The terrified Turkic man was thrown out like a stone, spun a few times in the air, and fell straight to the ground. The shrill screams and the hoarse wailing of the war horses resounded through the battlefield in an endless stream. The cavalry charging behind couldn't catch up, and their angry horseshoes trampled on their companions and horses, and fell straight out again. Countless Turkic war horses suddenly dwarfed out of nowhere as they were running, and fell to the ground in an instant, flying in the sky, and the bodies of barbarians were everywhere.
The Dahua people who had "run away" quickly turned their heads in unison. Hu Bugui reined in his horse and laughed loudly: "Turkic people who have broken their trust, the God of the Grassland has begun to punish you. Brothers, go! !"
"Come on!" The Dahua cavalry who turned around, like a swiftly moving mountain peak on the grassland, rushed over like a gust of wind. The speed and momentum were even more than that of the Turkic people. The distance of several miles is within a blink of an eye. Those Turkic people who are still lying on the ground and moaning, seeing the butcher knife of the Dahua fall, but they are powerless to resist and dodge. In the endless blood, countless Turkic people instantly become Dahua The souls of the soldiers under the sword of Hua. Exclamations, screams, waves across the tranquility of the grassland, resounding through the night sky.
I saw countless clansmen falling off their horses. In the past, the powerful Turkic horse fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth. Thinking about the inexplicable killing of Solan, Zozan finally realized. He hastily yelled sadly: "No, they tampered with the horse. Get off the horse. Get off the horse!"
At this time, all the barbarians were caught in the battle. How many people can hear his cry? ! Countless Turkic horses went forward and fell down one by one. every horse. Every Turkic has become the target of the Dahua cavalry. In the face of this sudden panic, the situation was completely out of control. Even the most well-trained Turks. It is also impossible to organize effective defense and counterattack. They could only watch their clansmen fall one by one. There was never fear and despair. hanging over everyone's mind.
Drenched in blood. Go deep into the prairie Dahua Knight. Like the devil descended from heaven on the heads of the Turks. They were covered in blood. Murderous. It's chilling. The knights went down with every knife. There must be a Turkic wailing sounded. Broken limbs and arms. Blood splattered the grass. That's accurate, that's ruthless. Even the barbarians who are accustomed to slaughter feel shuddering.
Hu Bugui galloped wildly. Sassy laughed. Slaughter in front of the barbarians who are the best at equestrianism. Look at the deep fear and despair in their eyes. It feels unparalleled comfort. Every time he raises the knife and falls. There was a Turkic head spinning and drawing a bright red arc in the air. He fell to the ground with a bang. Visible.
"Ho-ho-" Gao Chief ran beside Hu Bugui. The horse was as fast as an arrow, and he found a long rope from nowhere in his hand, and tied a loop around the end of the rope. He yelled. His eyes let go of the scarlet wolf light. Throw the rope like a lasso. With his eyesight and strength. The rope was wrapped around the barbarian's neck as if it had eyes. Not once did it fail. Gao Chief Jiejie pulled the rope with a strange smile. Watching the strong barbarian being locked up like a helpless lamb. The tongue elongates and the pupils dilate. He is even more wolfish. Let go of the whip. Dragging the Huren tightly bound by the quilt, he ran wildly on the grass. Thinking about how thrilling he was chased and killed by the Turkic people for ten miles, it is understandable for him to behave like this.
The sound of the wind, the sound of hooves, the sound of knives, the sound of anger, and howling. Like a blood-red battle song. Resounding across the grasslands.
"Get off the horse. Get off the horse!" The cavalry commander Zozan's eyes were bloodshot. Shout out. His voice was hoarse. Work hard. There are less than six hundred Hu people gathered around him. Look around. Blood, horse heads, and broken limbs of clansmen were everywhere. That tragic scene. It made the Turkic people who have long been accustomed to slaughter tremble. Maybe. They never thought about it. Things that have been done to others before. One day, the same will happen to them. When death really comes, they will understand what fear is.
The sound of the knife slowly stopped. Gradually, the grassland gradually returned to tranquility, with occasional faint wailing sounds. It's like a spell that invokes the soul. The chests of the remaining barbarians were pounded loudly. Their heartbeats have never been so intense.
There are more than 600 Turkic people in the remaining land. It's all early. Resolutely abandon the horse. Only life can live to this moment. They gathered around Zozan. Hold the machete tightly in your hand. He looked in horror at the big Chinese people who slowly surrounded him from all sides.
Five thousand Dahua cavalry held their torches high. Slowly, step by step. Quietly approached the remaining Turkic people. Their faces are cold. No one spoke. Even the hooves seemed light and quiet.
The blood on the tip of Dahua's knife. Tick tick. Falling silently to the grass, condensed together. Form an inaudible rustling sound. The prairie is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop to the ground. The Turks opened their eyes wide. Looking at this powerful and powerful knight who is like a mountain peak, their pupils gradually dilated, sweat drenched the back of their cheeks, and the silence of death was like a huge stone. on everyone's mind. The feeling of fate being mastered by others. It was more unbearable than killing them a hundred times.
under great pressure. A strong Turkic man finally couldn't bear it, he yelled "ah" twice. Both eyes are blood red. Waving his saber, he rushed out of the crowd like a lone wild wolf. rushed towards the team of Dahuaren.
"Whoosh". A soft sound passed by. The Turkic people rushed out and stood still. He stood there blankly for a while, and the saber in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The body as strong as a bear collapsed. A feathered arrow shot from nowhere was piercing through his Adam's apple, without even a trace of blood spilling out. The Turkic fell silently, his eyes wide open until he died.
The Dahua people didn't seem to notice this at all, they approached slowly. His face was calm as if the arrow had nothing to do with them. There was a sound like a sound of horseshoes thumping. Knock on the chest of the Turks. The five or six hundred barbarians who survived clenched their swords tightly. With trembling hands guarding their chests, they could no longer see the arrogance and cruelty they showed when riding their horses. In its place is fear. Endless fear.
Suddenly there was a blunt howl among the Turkic people. Zozanna, the leader of the Hu people, hurriedly shouted tremblingly: "Wo Laogong, you sinister, cunning, despicable and shameless big Chinese. I want to fight you. In the name of the warriors of the Harhelin tribe. Please The God of the Prairie bears witness. I will fight you."
"Duel?!" Lin Wanrong spat out the grass dangling from his mouth. Angrily said: "Mom, this kid is too embarrassed to say it? Think of me as an idiot! I didn't expect someone with a thicker skin than me. He was born in Turkic!"
The high chief tightened the bloody rope in his hand. Hehe said: "Humans. There are times when you are shameless. Brother Lin, you should be careful. You must know that he can grow a thicker skin than you. He is also a talent."
Lao Gao is getting more and more patient. Hu Bugui suppressed a smile. He clasped his fists and said, "General. Then let the last general meet him."
Lin Wanrong chuckled dryly: "Brother Hu. The biggest purpose of my life is to never suffer. A duel with this turtle?! Can we do such unreliable things?!"
The pace of the Dahua people is still unhurried. Step by step, the Turks were surrounded. The biting chill, accompanied by the bone-chilling wind from the grassland, touched everyone's heart.
Zozan was about to speak again. But I heard Di Wo Laogong on the opposite side laughed and said: "A duel?! Yes. But you have to promise me one condition first."
"What conditions?!" Zuo Zan hurriedly said.
"That's the condition. It's easy to say." Wo Laogong smiled slightly. Showing white and sinister teeth: "Brother Zuozanzuo, you put down your weapon and take off your clothes. Run around naked in front of the two armies. Then shout three times Dahua come to Grandpa Lin. I will send someone to fight you."
The veins on Zuozan's cheeks popped up, and he roared angrily: "You dare to insult the invincible Turkic warriors, Zuozan will never let you go. Warriors, follow me. Kill the Dahua!"
The Turkic people were waiting in anxiety and fear. Facing imminent death. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. They drank angrily. Holding a sword. On foot, rush to the front of the Dahua formation.
Looking at their messy formation and the fear hidden deep in their eye sockets. Hu Bugui shook his head and said with emotion: "This formation is not even as good as our Dahua's most basic battalion. It turns out that without the horses, the Turkic people are nothing!"
This is very reasonable. The Turks live on horses and die on horses. The war horse is their second life. Once off the horses. Their strengths have nowhere to play. With the random discipline and willful character of the barbarians. They also lost that unparalleled attack power.
Lin Wanrong patted Lao Hu on the shoulder and said with a smile: "It's useless to be emotional. If you have strengths, you must have weaknesses. It's the same as they are good at equestrianism. They are not good at foot fighting. If one day the Turks don't practice equestrianism, they will practice foot fighting formation, then they are not Turkic."
One sentence made Hu Bugui and Gao Chief laugh out loud.
The struggling Turkic people are getting faster and faster, and the distance is getting closer. They brandish their sabers and run at high speed, panting heavily, the veins on their foreheads are bulging, their blood-red eyes are clearly visible, and they can vaguely see the old days. Shadows of the steppe wolves.
A wolf is still a wolf, it just has its teeth pulled out. Lin Wanrong shook his head, waved his hand coldly, and shouted, "Shoot the arrow!"
A chain of crossbows shot out fiercely and intertwined into a dense arrow net in front of the Hu people's formation. Countless sharp arrows pierced the Turkic people's foreheads and chests, and they fell one by one. The barbarians who had lost their war horses no longer lost their former prestige, and became living targets for the Dahua cavalry.
After three rounds of arrow rain, more than half of the Turkic people were lost, and the blood stained a large area of the grassland, and the offensive gradually became weaker. The ferocity of the Hu people was fully demonstrated at this moment. Even though the number of people was halved, they still marched on the corpses of their companions without hesitation. However, what greeted them was the cold sharp arrows and snow-white swords of the Dahua people.
"Come on—" Without waiting for Lin Wanrong's order, five thousand cavalry rushed out like a whirlwind, and their horseshoes smashed through the grassland. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Dahua cavalry swept the remaining hundreds of Turkic people with the force of wind and clouds. There is no more suspense on the battlefield, and this has turned into a naked massacre. The Turks who lost their war horses were as weak as ants in front of the Dahua cavalry. All the struggles are futile. Facing the wolf-like cavalry, every time they struggle, they will be rewarded with swords and axes.
At the moment before dying, many Turkic people suddenly remembered. Can't remember when, they also experienced the same scene. It's just that they were the ones straddling the horses at that time, and they were moaning in a pool of blood. But it is a big Chinese. Everything is reversed now, is this really the punishment of the God of the Grassland? Until they lost their lives, the Turks still did not understand this issue.
More than 2,000 Turkic horses did not run forty miles as far as they could go. Most of them were lying on the ground with weak limbs and foaming at the mouth, and never got up again. The few horses that can hold on. It is also difficult to escape the fate of adding swords and axes. A battle that should have been fierce ended peacefully like this. All three thousand Huren cavalry were wiped out. They will never reach Dharamza.
"Brother Gao, what kind of medicine did you use?!" Looking at the horses everywhere on the grassland. Hu Bugui was startled, and couldn't help but pull Gao Chief to ask him carefully.
Lao Gao thought about it. Shaking his head slowly, he said: "I don't remember clearly. Anyway, there are a lot of them, such as laxatives, poisons, drugs, and Mongolian medicines. In short, I used all the available land, and they were all mixed together. Brother Lin was worried that the medicines would not be strong enough. He also specifically asked me to add a few drops of Hedinghong. Hehe. Don’t say it’s a horse. Even the gods can’t stand it.”
Even the Crane Crown Red is on, it really is very powerful! Lao Gao fought a cold war. Can't help staring at Gao Chief for a few times.
"Look at what I'm doing," Gao Chief rolled his eyes. His face was full of helplessness: "All the treasures I brought before departure have been exhausted. Right now I don't even have a dose of medicine powder. For Dahua, I have dedicated everything I have."
Hu Bugui laughed twice and raised his fingers in praise. The two frolicked for a while. The High Chief looked around. Suddenly he was startled: "Isn't that Brother Lin? What is he doing there?!"
Following his gaze, he saw a corpse lying in the distance. It was Zozan, the leader of the cavalry in Harhe Forest. Zuo Zan was hit by several arrows. Bleeding to death, Lin Wanrong stood beside Zuozan who died in battle, holding something in his hand. I was in a daze.
Hu Bugui hurried over, glanced over, and saw that Lin Wanrong was holding the ground in his hand, but it was a piece of blood-stained silk, on which there seemed to be a figure painted, too far away. can not see clearly.
"Brother Hu. Brother Gao, look at this!" Seeing the two of them approaching, Lin Wanrong smiled. Pass the handkerchief to Hu Bugui: "It was found from Zuozan."
Hu Bugui took it in his hand, he felt that the silk was soft, luxurious and exquisite, and when he looked at the silk again, there was a figure of a woman painted on it. Her jet-black hair, curved willow eyebrows, deep blue eyes like water, and a gold-rimmed Hu skirt set off her graceful and charming figure. The woman held a golden scimitar in her hand, frowned slightly, and a cold light shot out from her eyes, as if she had a compelling feeling of controlling the fate of others.
"Hey, it looks so familiar!" Lao Gao muttered to himself, and suddenly his expression changed: "This, this is Crescent Moon!"
Lao Gao reacted too slowly! Lin Wanrong smiled and nodded: "It should be. Brother Hu, what do you think?"
Hu Bugui carefully looked at the silk and figures, and nodded after thinking for a long time: "Is the identity of the woman in the painting, it should be Yujia. Although I am a rough person, I can tell This portrait is so lifelike it can be called exquisite, in the Turkic Khanate, force is everything, to be able to have such a wonderful portrait in his spare time, he must be an extraordinary wealthy person."
"A rich man?!" Lin Wanrong narrowed his eyes, pondered for a while before smiling, "Brother Hu, continue talking."
Hu Bugui nodded slightly: "One more thing, the silk used for this canvas is golden in texture, and it is the top quality in my Dahua, and it is not available to ordinary people in the Turkic Khanate. In addition to this exquisite portrait, Therefore, my subordinates boldly speculate that the silk is most likely from the Turkic royal court."
Gao Chief wondered: "Since it came from the Turkic royal court, how could this painting fall into Zuo Zan's hands? Could it be that the surname is Zuo Di, and he is Yue Ya'er's old friend?"
Lao Gao really dares to guess anything! Lin Wanrong laughed and said, "I don't know if it's Yue Ya'er's old friend. But I can be sure that Yue Ya'er must have come from the Turkic royal family and has a noble status. Suo Lan knew this golden knife before, and he would rather give it for three thousand The lives of the clansmen are exchanged for my release of Yujia, and Zuo Zan has a beautiful portrait of Yue Yueer on his body. This is by no means a coincidence, it just illustrates a problem—"
"What's the problem!" Hu Bugui said hastily.
Lin Wanrong smiled faintly: "It means that the Turkic people are doing their best to find the whereabouts of Yueya'er! Her portrait must have been spread to various tribes, so Solanke will fight to the death. And Yujia's identity will definitely surpass ours. Imagining—maybe, it’s really a princess, Dada or something.”
Gao Chief and Hu Bugui glanced at each other. Immediately ecstasy in my heart. If Yue Ya'er is really a Turkic princess, then needless to say, the two of them risked their lives. I must also ask Brother Lin to be the cheap consort of this Turkic land.
The three of them guessed for a while, looking at Yue Ya'er's appearance, talents, and demeanor, the more she looked, the more she looked like a princess. Gao Chief smiled wretchedly and said: "Brother Lin, taking advantage of the dark and windy night tonight, it's better to do this good thing, rather than cheap Hu people. It's better to be cheap and wise, Brother Lin. As long as you don't marry Turkic, my old Gao will return to you!" Even if there is the last bit of private collection, I will give it as much. Let alone a princess. Even if a fairy descends to earth, she has to lie down obediently."
"This. Not so good!" Lin Wanrong smiled shyly: "Although I am understanding... But I am by no means a casual person. Medication is too dirty. Why don't you just use strong ground!"
Lao Gao and Lao Hu were taken aback for a moment. Immediately burst out laughing. The three ** people talked and laughed. It was also very happy for a while.
Cleared the battlefield. The army moved overnight. After letting the horses travel for hundreds of miles, they found a place to set up camp. Yujia was extraordinarily quiet during this process, neither arguing nor cursing. He didn't struggle, his eyes were as calm as water. No one knows what she is thinking.
When Lin Wanrong entered the camp, it was already after the third watch. Yu Jia was lying on the cold grass, her slender figure curled up in one place. There are crystal dewdrops on the eyelashes, and she is sleeping soundly. The Turkic girl in the dream is quiet and serene. There is no longer that sly and savage look. Really cute.
Lin Wanrong stared for a long time. He shook his head silently. Bending down. Pick up Yujia's body. Put it on your side and march **. His movements are gentle and gentle. Just put her body in place. The Turkic girl who was sleeping suddenly opened her eyes. With a cold look in his eyes, he looked at him coldly.
Lin Wanrong jumped away with a wow: "You, what are you doing?! Can you open your eyes while sleeping?!"
"I should be the one asking you this question." Yu Jia snorted angrily, "It's midnight. You. Why are you hugging me onto your bed?"
"Wrong, this is no longer my bed." Lin Wanrong smiled and said, "It was polluted by you last night. Except you. Who else would dare to sleep on it?"
Yu Jia's pretty face blushed slightly: "What pollution. You are talking nonsense. I won't sleep in your stinky doghouse."
"Do as you please." Lin Wanrong smiled and stood up. Stretched for a long time: "I'm going to go out to take a pee and take a shower. Then I will practice knife skills with Lao Gao. Then I will practice Turkic spoken language with Hu Bugui. I won't be back tonight. Go to bed first. "
Shamelessly rogue! Yue Ya'er gritted her teeth secretly, she already had a certain degree of immunity against this man's thick skin. Seeing that he was really going to step out, Yu Jia hurriedly said: "You, wait a moment!"
Lin Wanrong turned his head to look at her, and Yu Jia blushed. Gently lowered his head, and said softly: "You, don't go. I. I'm afraid! You want to learn Turkic. I can teach you."
Lin Wanrong laughed dumbfounded. This chick is interesting. Is there anything more terrifying than me in this world? He laughed twice, walked to her bed and sat down: "What are you afraid of?!"
Crescent Moon's beautiful big eyes are flickering. Weakly said: "I'm afraid of wolves!"
Lin Wanrong rolled her eyes: Failed! Am I not as good as a wolf in front of you? !
Yu Jia seemed to have seen through his thoughts, and couldn't help giggling, a trace of charm flashed across her face: "Master Wo Laogong. I heard that you are one of the smartest people in Dahua?!"
Lin Wanrong glanced at her with a smile: "If you remove the last two words, I will happily admit that you are right."
"Bragging." Yu Jia smiled sweetly. The pretty cheeks are like a blooming flower, Lin Wanrong glanced at it, but could no longer look away.
The bright moonlight came in through the window of the yurt and shone on Yujia's face, flashing a bright color. She stared blankly at the clear night sky, and murmured: "Since you are the smartest person in Dahua, then, Wo Laogong, can you tell me how many bright stars there are in this vast night sky?"
Lin Wanrong looked at her and smiled slightly: "Counting the stars is a very boring thing. If you must ask, then look at your hair. There are as many stars in the sky as your blue hair."
"My hair?!" Yue Ya'er was taken aback for a moment, and a bright light flashed in her eyes: "I have never counted my hair, Wo Laogong, can you tell me how many hairs I have?"
"Then look at the palm prints on your palm." Wo Laogong picked up her little hand and gently placed it in front of her, Yue Ya'er was stunned: "Palm prints? How do you look?!"
The bandit took her little white hand, and said with a soft smile, "Look, every crooked and thin line on your palm is a black thread in your hair, and it's also a thread in your life. Look By clearing the lines in your palm, you can count the black hair on your head, and understand every joy and sorrow, laughter and crying in your life. Well, start counting from here, one, two, three... "
Yujia's naked eyes can distinguish it carefully, and it is really as the rogues said, on her white palm, there are countless subdivided textures, each of which is imperceptible, but it really exists.
Could it be that the lines in the palm really predict my life? Seeing the rogue holding her little hand, Yu Jia's mood was slightly disturbed, and many beads of sweat welled up in the palm of her hand.
"Have you counted them all?!" The Turkic girl struggled slightly, opened her little hand, and said softly, "Please tell me, how many lines are there in my palm, and how many joys and sorrows will there be in my life? !"
Lin Wanrong glanced at her, smiled and shook his head: "The lines on your palms, the joys and sorrows of your life, maybe as many as your heart and eyes. Little sister, it's better to be pure."
"You're not pure!" Yue Ya'er glared at him angrily, she was obviously angry, but there was an indescribable aura looming.
Terrible! Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly and sighed inwardly.
"Rogue, how do you know so many things?" Yu Jia's voice was as thin as a mosquito, her face was blushing, faintly, like the most beautiful rouge. Her weak and boneless little hand, trembling slightly at some point, took the initiative to hold Lin Wanrong's hand: "Why aren't you from our Turkic people?!"
The Turkic girl has a soft figure, outlining the most alluring curve. Her beautiful cheeks are as red as the sun, her eyes are as moist as spring water, and the bright red cherry mouth is slightly fragrant. Delicate fingers, stained with fragrant sweat, held Lin Wanrong's hand tightly. The taste of that ** is hard for anyone to bear.
"If it's a Turkic person, you'll hire me to be your son-in-law?!" The rogue stared at her beautiful figure, swallowed hard, and teased.
A strange light flashed in Yujia's eyes, her cheeks were reddish, she lowered her head slightly, without saying a word, full of amorous feelings.
"It looks so beautiful!" Liu Kou giggled, patted her tender face lightly, his eyes were as clear as water: "But, I have to say—Miss Yujia, you are really a bad actor. "