Winter in Saibei came earlier than in the capital. The weather was already very cold. There was a chilly breeze in the desert. Maybe there would be heavy snowfall soon. Under the night, the cold moon hung high.
The lights in Yumen City gradually went out. On the roof of Baihua Pavilion, Qin Nongyu, who was wearing thin clothes, leaned closer to Qi Ying's arms: "Master, I'm cold, take me back."
"Um."
Qi Ying was a little stunned, and after a pause, he picked up Qin Nongyu, stood up, and with a slight jump, his spiritual energy concentrated in his body, and he rolled down from the roof like a wild goose, passed through the window, and returned to his previous elegance. between.
After closing the window, Qi Ying sighed softly: "Miss Nongyu, it's time to rest."
"The slave family understands."
"Well."
As soon as he saw Qin Nongyu pulling away the ribbon from her waist, her dress was about to slip off, Qi Ying immediately realized that the other party had misunderstood, and quickly grabbed her wrist with one hand and shook her head: "Don't be like this. "
Qin Nongyu touched Qi Ying's cheek with her other hand, her eyes pitying, touching the terrifying and ugly scar: "Master, you have suffered so much in the desert, let me take care of you."
Qi Ying was a little uneasy.
In this situation, it is impossible to say that he does not have such thoughts in his heart, and it is something that the other party is very willing to do. Everything that follows seems to be going smoothly, but Qi Ying has a very strange feeling that makes him feel resist.
But the charming appearance of the person in front of him is really irresistible, and in the cold desert, once two lonely hearts collide with sparks, there is no reason to stop burning.
"well."
The look in Qi Ying's eyes finally became firm. He took his hand and pulled Qin Nongyu into his arms.
The latter's body trembled slightly, his eyes closed with tears: "Young master, please take the slave's family."
She could feel the other person's hands moving behind her back, and she became even more excited. When she came to Yumen City, she saw too many people. There were middle-aged frustrated officers, young people who had left home at a young age, and commanders in their prime. But the only thing that haunted her was always the distant king. She was the boy in her imagination, and the person in front of her gave her an illusion. The boy in her imagination could gradually overlap with him...
Click!
Suddenly, Qin Nongyu was lightly struck on the back of her neck, and her whole body fell limply.
Qi Ying caught her body, carried her back to his bed, and covered the faintly visible exquisite figure with a brocade quilt. Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be tears surging slightly: "One day, you I’ll see him.”
"Brother Liu, let's go."
…
Qi Ying was walking on the streets of Yumen City with Brother Liu in her arms. There were some pedestrians around, most of them were soldiers enjoying themselves after drinking. Some were crying, some were laughing, and some were lying on the roadside. There are those who are too drunk to wake up, and there are those who are huddled in the corner under the attack of cold air...
"This is Yumen Pass, this is the desert... Grandpa Zeng must have gotten drunk here late at night... But I don't have the capital to get drunk."
Qi Ying knew very well what he needed, so he was afraid of indulging in the gentle land. Compared with the hard knives on the battlefield, the soft knives turned into women could cause irreversible damage to warriors. The graceful body and the temporary pleasure, It is easy to kill the fighting spirit of a young and energetic warrior.
If you want to enjoy it, there will be plenty of time in the future.
Now
Improve your strength first, lest you fall deep into the desert one day and never come back.
Qi Ying turned around and quickly found a relatively open place. It should be a market during the day, but now there was no one there, and it was some distance away from the fireworks place.
"Start practicing!"
Qi Ying sat down cross-legged, took out two "spiritual transformation pills" and swallowed them in his mouth.
Within the body, spiritual power flows, and pure energy flows into the Dantian bit by bit, condensing the spiritual platform, and delivering energy to the two martial soul marks.
…
Winter has arrived and the sun has not yet risen. The white horse Yi Cong have left various places in the city and gathered outside Baihua Pavilion. More than a hundred war horses carried more than a hundred soldiers who were reluctant to leave Yumen City. Da Di walked through the streets and gates of Yumen City and returned to the boundless desert.
Marshal Huo obviously had more fun: "The Putuomanla tribe is so powerful and their eyes are really sharp. Last night, brother Qi, the one you ordered was the signature oiran of Baihua Pavilion. I haven't had the chance to kiss Fangze yet. How does it feel to be beaten first by you? Listening to the sound, Brother Qi is really moving!"
"Heh, not bad."
Qi Ying reluctantly agreed, feeling very complicated. For some reason, she felt a little more disgusted with Huo Baima.
But thinking about it carefully, Huo Baima didn't seem to have done anything wrong
Maybe it's because I already care about her a little and don't want to hear bad words about her.
never mind.
The meeting yesterday was just a dream in Yumen City.
When you wake up from a dream, you will eventually return to reality.
"Snowing!"
Suddenly, Wu Sanjun next to him exclaimed, holding up his palms, and in his palms, a small ice crystal melted rapidly.
"Snowing!"
The white horse followers made a noise, and the winter in the desert was finally coming - which meant that the Gilded Kingdom, which was good at running in the snow, would take advantage of the right time and place to carry out more actions in winter.
as well as.
Upcoming "Winter Hunt".
The snow on the desert was getting thicker and thicker. Qi Ying looked at the endless white snow and felt a chill in his heart.
This will be his coldest winter in sixteen years.
…
Baima Yicong was still affiliated with the barracks outside the city in terms of organization. He returned to the garrison soon. The generals inside had obviously received Huo Baima and finally succeeded in wiping out a group of "suspected nomadic cavalry". They all came out to congratulate them one by one. , and improved the food for the entire barracks, used the accumulated monster meat jerky to roast meat, make soup, and distributed it to the army of 100,000 people. On the one hand, it was to celebrate Marshal Huo's meritorious service, and on the other hand, it was to replenish the energy of the army. , welcome the cold winter.
After some celebration.
The mustachioed general found Huo Baima: "Young Marshal, the first snow has arrived. The task of 'winter hunting' has assigned us 50,000 tons of monster meat and 300,000 tons of animal meat. Please tell me." The commander leads the 'White Horse Yi Cong' to help the army go to the north to hunt monsters."
Huo Baima frowned: "My white horse follower is an elite soldier of the army! Winter is coming, and the activities of the nomadic cavalry will be more frequent. Our mission is to fight the nomadic cavalry, how can we do such chores as hunting monsters?"
"this… "
The mustachioed general frowned.
This young marshal is too ambitious and has a childish temper.
Next to him, Wu Sanjun, who had become Huo Baima's confidant, came up and said, "Young Marshal, the general's words have a deeper meaning - you think, when we go to the north to hunt monsters, we will be very close to where the Gilded Kingdom's army is, and their nomadic cavalry are there. , will definitely continue to harass our hunting troops, and we Baima Yicong can just seize the opportunity to fight against the nomadic cavalry!"