When An Tong and the killers disappeared into the vast night, Tuoba Gui's deep wolf-like gaze fell on Liu Yu's tent in the distance. The shaking just now had subsided, and everything returned to silence.
Like thousands of other large and small felt bags on this grassland. The moonlight is like water, shining on the green land at the foot of the mountain, making those large and small felt bags sparkle like thousands of drops of morning dew, and like
Countless bright stars shine brightly, revealing a tranquility and serenity.
A refreshing fragrance of malan flowers mixed with the smell of cantaloupe accompanied by the cold night wind blew past Tuoba Gui's angular face, while a pair of soft and boneless lotus-like jade arms hugged Tuoba Gui's strong face from behind.
On his waist, a few strands of black silk lay on Tuoba Gui's exposed neck, making it feel numb, like thousands of ants crawling across it.
A seductive voice sounded in his ears: "You seem to have a special interest in that Han man. Is it because he has been in the Central Plains for a long time, so our young wolf master has become like those weak Han people?
Where is it?"
Tuoba Gui did not look back and said thoughtfully: "Auntie, this Han man is very important to me. He may help me achieve hegemony in the future."
The owner of the jade arm unhappily let go of his arms, turned around and pouted: "Only he can help you achieve hegemony, can't I?! Don't forget who is helping you now!"
Tuoba Gui laughed, turned around and hugged He Lanmin's slender waist, and rubbed her belly wantonly with his big hands. His mouth was close to He Lanmin's ear, and he licked it with his blood-red tongue.
Licking her earlobe with jade earrings, she said softly: "It's me you took away."
He Lanmin's breathing began to become rapid with Tuoba Gui's movements, her eyes became blurred, and there was a faint red tide on her snow-white skin. She gasped slightly and uttered the last words: "Who is the aunt?!
"
Tuoba Gui let out a low roar, lifted up his animal robe with his left hand, revealing a body of steel-like muscles, hugged He Lanmin with his right hand, and the two fell down in the grass half a person tall. His rough voice
A vague voice sounded: "There is no aunt here, only Ketun (Khan's wife, equivalent to the queen of the Central Plains)."
An Tong trotted all the way, but his movements were not as vigorous as usual. An eight-foot tall man on one side stopped and pulled the towel, Wang Jian's fierce face was revealed, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice: "Old An
, what’s wrong with you, what are you thinking about, how can you do things like this?”
An Tong gritted his teeth: "Do you know who we are going to kill this time?"
A cold voice sounded: "Isn't it the Han guy just now?"
The speaker was a tall, dark-faced man in his thirties. The bow and arrow he carried was obviously larger than the others. He was the famous eagle shooter on the grassland, Ba Ba Fei.
An Tong shook his head: "But this Han has taught the young master a lot, and can even be said to be his teacher. If we do this today, if he regrets it in the future, will he come to settle accounts with us?"
A steady voice sounded, and the speaker was a small man, less than thirty years old, with a rare fair complexion among these people, and a hint of elegance. He was Shusun Jian, who was known as a think tank.
: "The young master bid farewell to the Han man at the end, which shows that he has made up his mind. Just like when he left Murong Chui, he also knew that one day he would become his enemy. The hero was destined to be lonely. Since he didn't care about the worldly things
There is no dogma, so why should we worry about it, as long as we do our job well."
Having said this, Shusun Jian smiled and looked at the silent An Tong: "An Tong, are you worried that the young master will treat us like that Han in the future?"
An Tong breathed a long sigh of relief, and his expression became determined: "No, he is a Han, and we are all prairie men. We are the young master's real brothers, not outsiders. He can abandon the Han, but it is impossible
Leave us behind."
Having said this, An Tong looked around and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, be careful. That Han man is very powerful. He will probably not come to the grassland alone. If he makes a move soon, be careful."
As he spoke, he pulled on his black mask and ran forward. More than ten black shadows followed him, as fast as the wind.
In a small forest ahead, Qinglong, who was wrapped in a black robe, was riding a horse leisurely. Two tough guards followed him, scanning the surroundings with vigilant eyes. Qinglong looked back.
, smiled and shook his head: "What do you have to be afraid of? It's very safe here."
The guard on the left said solemnly: "My lord, this is a grassland after all. There are many thieves and horse bandits. You are so cautious in the Central Plains. Why are you so overconfident today?"
Qinglong laughed: "Don't forget, this is the Khan Pavilion of Yinshan Mountain. What horse thief has dared to make trouble here after eating the bear's heart? We are safe. As long as we go down the mountain and change back to our previous merchant attire, we can go home.
Already."
The other guard raised his lips and said, "But, you know too many secrets about Tuoba Gui, is he so reliable?"
Qinglong's face changed slightly, and he waved his hand confidently: "It doesn't matter, my apprentice still needs me now. To be precise, he needs those weapons and armors that I left on the grassland a long time ago. I can only go to the Central Plains to be safe.
After that, I will tell him the location of this batch of ordnance, and he will not touch me now..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a sound of piercing the air, and a long spiked arrow whizzed into his chest and passed through his back. Behind the green dragon mask, in the eyes that were full of confidence just now,
Full of shock and disbelief.
The two guards screamed in unison: "Lord." They rushed forward to help Qinglong, but more arrows were shot from all directions. The two of them drew out long arrows and tried to block them, but these arrows were fast, heavy, and had far-reaching power.
It was far larger than ordinary bows and arrows, and it was obvious that they were fired by a strong bow of more than four stones. Although the two danced in an airtight manner, they were still hit by two or three arrows. Each time they were hit by an arrow, their bodies slowed down, and soon
More arrows hit their bodies. The two finally fell off their horses, struggled on the ground twice, and died.
In the grass on one side, more than ten black shadows quickly emerged and rushed to the three corpses. The leader bowed to Qinglong's corpse, and then cut off his head with a knife, and his companions behind him also cut off their heads.
The heads of the two guards and more than a dozen people immediately disappeared without a trace, leaving only three headless corpses lying quietly on the forest path.
This chapter has been completed!