This Mongolian team had already set up a simple camp in accordance with the custom of nomadic on the grassland. Someone lit the fire and cooked the porridge in an iron pot.

Unlike the soldiers who mainly feed on dairy products on the grassland, who developed through robbery, they had already boiled sticky rice porridge. Some people lit the fire and simply treated the caught animals, and roasted them on the fire.

The tall elephant can be seen far away. When we came close, we saw a golden yellow tent with a completely different style from the surrounding tents. The size of this tent is about 50 people, and it is decorated with colorful silk and pearls and jade. With the financial resources of the grassland, it is too luxurious to build such a tent. The red and gold plating roof on the top of the tent emits dazzling light under the sun, symbolizing the supreme authority of the owner of the tent.

As tall as a bear, Mo Rigen brought his elite guards to form a circle with the tent as the center, protecting the tent inside. When he saw the group coming, Mo Rigen directly met, then extended his huge palm and grabbed Sister Guo Jiu.

"Han woman! Haha, Wutu, you did a good job. This woman is mine. And the one next to her is mine. What else do other men bring? They all cut off!"

Yang Chengzu blocked Guo Jiujie again and protected her behind her, but when Mo Rigen pushed her hand, he was pushed to the side. Just as Guo Jiujie was about to grit her teeth and rushed to the fire next to her, a maid in a tight Mongolian robe walked out of the tent, and loudly conveyed Ke Dun's orders.

Yang Chengzu couldn't understand what the string of Mongolian sayings were, but Mo Rigen's face seemed not as good as before, so he immediately raised himself and took him into the tent together with Sister Guo Jiu and the female soldier.

This huge tent is covered with a thick scarlet carpet. When you step on it, you feel like you are stepping on a pile of cotton. The decoration inside the tent is more gorgeous than outside, with four colorful curtains and brocade screens, which are extremely luxurious. However, there are no furniture attendants, only one short and four maids.

After a few short days, a beautiful woman wearing exquisite gauze, melon-shaped face, fox-eyed cheeks, and her head was wearing a ridge-shaped hat. The tassels around her were agate, jade, coral, and pearls. The gauze dress was not much different from wearing or not. It was not so much a kind of light clothing. She leaned lazily on a large tiger-skin chair, and her two slender and white legs were casually placed on the table, as if she didn't mind that she might expose at any time.

Seeing a group of people coming in, she looked at Yang Chengzu a few times, and then ordered a few words. The four maids walked out. The woman looked at Yang Chengzu and suddenly smiled, revealing her teeth. "Yang Chengzu, you didn't expect that she was not very majestic when she was in Anlu? Today she became a prisoner, how does it feel?"

At this time, she was talking about a mandarin with a Jiangnan accent, soft and glutinous, very nice. Yang Chengzu looked at her and felt that this person looked familiar, but he didn't have a chance to know Ke Dun of the Mongolian tribe, but looking at her appearance and accent, she didn't look like a real Mongolian person.

Seeing him, the woman sneered, "My surname is Luo, my name is Luo Feihong. We met in Anlu. At that time, I was by Shi Jinliang, but I ran away quickly. You couldn't catch me, otherwise my head would be cut down too. To put it another way, Leng Feishuang is my junior sister, should she know who I am this time? How about it, have you tasted my junior sister's taste, isn't it good?"

Mo Rigen is a half-understand or not in Chinese. Luo Feihong's Chinese accent is even more ununderstood. Seeing that she was talking and laughing with this little guy, she felt an inexplicable arousal in her heart, and suddenly pointed at Sister Guo Jiu.

"The noble Kedun, your faithful guard, and eternal servant Morigen, fought one night and another morning to catch these cunning things. Now I want to ask you for these two women, and hope that the great Kedun nodded."

Sister Guo Jiu's face changed. She knew Mongolian language and translated this passage into Chinese and told Yang Chengzu at an extremely fast speed. She was originally the kind of extremely proud lady, but now she is facing danger and has no use of her family's power. She subconsciously regards Yang Chengzu as her only relying on.

It’s not that this man can really have any solutions, but just like a drowning person and a straw, he will definitely not give up this empty and ethereal hope before he is submerged.

Luo Feihong did not answer Mo Rigen, but looked at Guo Jiujie playfully, and then looked at Yang Chengzu, "Oh? She understands Mongolian language? When I went to the grassland, I suffered a lot in order to learn this Mongolian language. You are a woman who is a woman, and you can meet beauty wherever you go. This man is my guard leader. In the entire tribe, the guard he controls has the strongest combat effectiveness. So I can't refuse his request. What should I do? Oh, by the way, I want to say one thing, the Han women have not lived for a month. Should we make a bet, how many days can this woman be with you live in his hands?"

Yang Chengzu's face was gloomy. Has the White Lotus Sect merged with the Mongols? The woman beside Shi Jinliang actually became the Mongols Ke Dun. This time, the Mongols entered the Han realm as if they were in a nobody. How much role did the White Lotus Sect play in this? More importantly, can they escape? If they fall into the hands of their old enemies, life will not be easy.

"Miss Luo, or you Luo Kedun? This woman is a noble lady from the Marquis of Wuding. If your people touch her, the Marquis of Wuding will definitely not let you go. The Ming Dynasty may not be able to eat the entire Mongolian, but there is no problem in destroying your tribe. If you touch her, I promise that your tribe will be removed from the grassland, and no one in your tribe will die!"

Luo Feihong stood up suddenly and burst into laughter. The pair of rage peaks on his chest were rising and falling, like magnets, which stared Mo Rigen's eyes firmly. "Haha, endlessly? How do they know who played with his daughter, which tribe, and became his cheap son-in-law? I am still a White Lotus Heavenly Girl, don't you still have to sleep with the head of the tribe? Why can't she be sleeped by the warriors under my command?"

While she said, she walked to Sister Guo Jiu's body, hooked Sister Guo Jiu's chin with her fingers, and looked carefully, "Is it pretty good? Let me tell you, although this Mo Rigen looks like a bear and smells like a pig, she is very strong on the bed. Before you die, he will fuck you to the sky. Hahahaha!"

After a burst of laughter, he pushed his hand slightly and Sister Guo Jiu fell to the ground. The female soldier desperately hit Mo Rigen, but was tripped by Luo Feihong and tripped the female soldier heavily to the ground.

"Yang Chengzu, this woman seems to be a young man? Do you want to save her? If you don't want to, I will let Mo Rigen play with her, and then I will play with you. For the sake of the junior sister, if I let you go, I will make you feel comfortable. If you want to save her, then follow the rules of the Mongolians!"

She pointed at Mo Rigen, "According to the rules of the grassland, two men like the same woman, then they can only make a duel. You are not from our tribe and are not suitable for a fair duel, so you can have a life-and-death duel. You and Mo Rigen can only live one, and the one who won is the man of the Wuding Hou family. Do you want to divide the life and death with Mo Rigen for her, or are you willing to play here with me for a while and choose one by yourself." Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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