"My name is Maying, which means the daughter of light. I am the daughter of the chief of the Immortal Grass Tribe among the ten tribes of the Mushou Clan. The tribe I am taking you to now is the Immortal Grass Tribe."
"It turned out to be the daughter of light, who has long admired her name!"
An Lin rode Maying and galloped across the grassland.
At this moment, he pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and said politely.
"Senior Blood Warrior, you don't need to call me that," Ma Ying said in a soft voice, flying on all fours, leading Anlin to gallop on the grassland, "My father, Uncle Xian, actually has more than a hundred children. The daughter of the sea, the daughter of the sea, the son of light, the son of hope, there are many exaggerated titles, but these are not honorific titles, just call me Xiaoma."
This suits Anlin's taste, and Xiaoma immediately cried out.
Not long after, a large expanse of spectacular tent buildings appeared in view.
No, they are not so much tents as they are beautiful cloth buildings.
Tents on the prairie are not only single-story structures, two-story, three-story, and even high-rise buildings can be seen here, but they are indeed made of light cloth that can be disassembled and taken away at any time. It is convenient for the herders to move the position of the tribe at any time.
Thousands of flaming leopards are gnawing on the grass in the small mountains in the west of the grassland.
There are not only fire leopards raised here, but further north, there is also a herdsman who raises a thick thunder rhinoceros, a black eagle with steel feathers, and thousands of flying poisonous beast ants densely packed, quiet and docile. A stake beast like a pole...
An Lin roughly found out that within a radius of several thousand miles, there were actually 68 different types of orcs, the number of which exceeded 20 million, and they were managed by more than 3 million animal herdsmen.
The animal herders all look like Ma Ying, with a horse body and a dragon head. Although they have a dragon head, they have nothing to do with the dragon race, they are completely different races.
"Yingying, why did you bring a man here?" A voice with a slightly hostile tone came.
Pat clap clack clack.
A male animal herd with a raised beard a little bigger than Ma Ying looked at An Lin on Ma Ying with some warning.
"Mande! Are you crazy? Do you even eat the jealousy of the Shengwu clan?" Ma Ying obviously didn't have much affection for this male herding beast clan, so she shouted, "This is the famous blood warrior of the Shengwu clan, you Keep your eyes open, don't annoy Senior!"
Mande was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately apologized.
An Lin remained calm throughout the whole process, as if he didn't bother to argue with such ants.
He didn't deliberately hide his whereabouts, and soon most of the animal herders in the tribe knew that the blood warrior had traveled to their fairy grass tribe.
This incident directly alarmed Xianbo, the chief of the Xiancao tribe.
Xian Bo held a grand welcome banquet for An Lin.
An Lin also complied with the customs of this place, according to the habits of the blood warriors.
To put it simply, it is to ask about the living conditions, ask about the historical development, and chat about the interesting things that happened in the tribe, and then eat meat and drink, and enjoy dancing with beautiful women!
An Lin was in the largest golden tent, looking at the dozens of leading horses in front of him. He really couldn't appreciate it, but he still couldn't show it. He had to pretend to be very intoxicated, because Xue Wulang Those who are non-racist, able to appreciate the beauty of all races.
At this time, a plump dancer twisted her body and came to An Lin's side.
An Lin chuckled, stretched out his hand and patted the dancer's ass.
"Hate~~~" the dancer snorted softly.
"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist Blood Martial Arts, just as the rumors say, he is a free person who can appreciate the beauty of the whole race!" At the front of the banquet table, a snow-white and strong animal husbandry clan laughed loudly. road.
It is Ma Ying's father, the chief of the Immortal Grass tribe among the ten tribes in the Dongyang Plain.
"Xianbo praised it. There is beauty everywhere in life. Everything is born in the world. Every race is unique. As long as you can accept them wholeheartedly, you will naturally feel their beauty." An Lin imitated the appearance of the blood warrior and continued. He talked eloquently.
The banquet is still going on.
An Lin actually has his own bottom line, he rejects all physical communication.
At this moment, An Lin has already regretted it. It is really more difficult to play the blood warrior. This is equivalent to putting a sow in front of you. You have to pretend to be intoxicated and excited, even It is necessary to act as if you are going to give the sow an indescribable appearance.
This is not an exaggeration.
There are also hundreds of races that Blood Warriors have had close contact with. Except for some real demons and white feather races, there are more humanoid races, such as ghost fire birds, pan mountain cows, and western lizard dragons. , Black Feather Python, Nine Bamboo Insect, Black Fire Ghost...
For this special hobby, he also claimed to work hard to expand the race types in this world. He said so, and he did it. According to incomplete statistics, he really made more than a dozen a new race of offspring.
It's no wonder that these dancers with horse bodies and dragon heads would frequently discharge electricity at him, mixed with some kind of expectation.
An Lin had to pretend to appreciate it. I have to say, this is a test of acting skills.
Not long after, Ma Ying also appeared at the banquet. She walked in small steps with a shy face, and rolled a cup of pure white liquid with her dragon whiskers.
"Senior Blood Warrior, this is the milk that my little girl specially prepared for you, please accept it..." Ma Ying said tenderly, a cup of milk wrapped around a dragon's beard was placed in front of An Lin's desk.
"This is..." An Lin sensed information related to Ma Ying from this cup of milk.
Ma Ying lowered her head and said shyly, "This is my milk, it's delicious."
"Hahaha... I've tasted this milk, it's smooth and sweet, and it's very delicious." One of the senior officials of the Xiancao tribe laughed.
"It's really good, and the aftertaste is endless." Another animal herder nodded in agreement.
There is also a beast herdsman with an envious look on his face: "Fellow Daoists of the Blood Martial Waves are blessed. I could only drink a small cup at the time, and I know that I haven't tasted the second cup yet. And now you have a big cup!! Look! Lai Maying also worked very hard, hahaha... "
The spirits of the animal shepherds burst into laughter again in good faith.
Ma Ying blushed when she was told, and looked at An Lin nervously and expectantly.
An Lin was completely Spartan.
Looking at the appearance of everyone at this moment, he must drink this milk!
If you don't drink such precious things, do you look down on them or what? Ma Ying can't get off the stage either!
But…
An Lin looked at the liquid with rich milk fragrance floating in front of his eyes, and fell into the battle between heaven and man.
(end of this chapter)