Without singing and dancing days, it is impossible to bear the little cloth, just like there is no woman.

Today is an exception, there is no singing and dancing in the Lele car.

Shaobu was wearing a wool nightgown, cut a large piece of mutton from the roasted lamb legs on the table and threw it into his mouth.

The weather was very cold, and the roasted lamb, which was originally hot, soon became as hard as iron under the cold wind. It would definitely not feel good when biting such lamb in his mouth.

The little cloth was like before, cut a piece of meat, threw it in her mouth, and chewed it with relish. It seemed that what I was eating was still the fragrant roasted lamb legs that had just been carried to the table.

Singing and dancing are not there, but women cannot be without them.

The woman's name is Xiaoshao, with a high nose and deep eyes, augmented breasts and slender waist, long legs and buttocks, and her whole body is full of wild charm.

Five years ago, in order to make the cloth, Xiaoshao joined the Qinglang Society.

Shaobu didn't know her. Apart from her name and body, the only thing she knew was her loyalty to herself. As long as it was the order given by Shaobu, she would obey unconditionally and never say the word "no". Shaobu believed that even if she was asked to die, she would raise the knife in her hand and stab her heart without hesitation.

The knife was held in the hand of the spoon, but what was cut was the lamb leg meat on the Shaobufang table, which was put into the spoon's red lips. She could feel that the cold lamb didn't taste very good, so she said, "The meat is cold, will I let them heat it up?"

Shaobu's knife fell down quickly, inserted it beside her palm, slowly cut off a piece of meat, drooped it, threw it into her mouth, and said, "A woman came yesterday..."

"It's a Han man!" Xiaoshao took his words and then retracted his hand. Because she understood the meaning of Shaobu, the leg of lamb did not need to be heated.

"She said that her surname was Mu, her name was Qingqing, and she was the daughter of Mu Huaizong, the 'Shu Hero', and a disciple of the Tiexing Shenni of Tzu Chi An. From what she said, I should have heard of her name before... But until yesterday, this was the first time I heard of the name 'Mu Qingqing'!"

"What else did she say?" Xiaoshao seemed very alert, lowered her eyebrows and raised her eyelids to look.

Shaobu shook his head, "No! She said nothing! But I can feel that she will be detrimental to our Qinglang."

"Master Wolf, I killed her?" Xiaoshao paused her wrist and immediately held the knife in her hand.

Holding the knife in front makes it easier to eat meat. Holding it in your hand makes it easier to kill people.

Shaobu did not answer immediately, but slowly cut the flesh and ate the meat. After a cup of tea, he said, "I visited her last night, but she was not in the tent. And none of you... noticed that she had left. This woman has a very high magic power. If she doesn't move us, we'd better not provoke her."

"She has only one person, we have a group of wolves." Xiaoshao's eyes showed murderous aura, and the knife was tighter.

Shaobu suddenly changed his mouth and asked, "How many years have you been with me?"

Xiaoshao was stunned, a shy smile appeared on her face, and replied with a little resentment: "It's been five years!"

Shaobu nodded and asked, "Do you know why I haven't touched you?"

Xiaoshao was stunned again and shook her head gently.

Shaobu sighed and said, "I know what you want to do to me, so... I want to marry you as my wife! But you also know that Yama and I have made a marriage. With her here, I can't marry you."

Xiaoshao also sighed, "I once told you that as long as you agree, I can kill her for you."

Shaobu shook his head seriously, "Your magic power is very high, but you can't kill her!"

Xiaoshao was silent for a moment and said, "If we help Wujie steal the holy weapon, can we borrow it and use it?"

Shaobu glanced at him and still shook his head, "Other people's BMW can take the owner to travel thousands of miles. When it comes to your hands, it may be difficult to move forward."

Xiaoshao lowered her head and muttered, "Xiaoshao knows that although she is an ugly old witch, the wolf master still can't bear to kill her!"

He heard a question, "Who should I kill?" Mu Qingqing was already standing in front of the palace tent.

"Miss Mu?" Shaobu seemed not surprised by her sudden appearance, and asked calmly: "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Okay!" Mu Qingqing responded with a refreshing voice, and sat behind the desk bent her knees.

It was not until this time that Shaobu realized that she was holding a bowl of hot milk tea in her hand. Her hands were held very steadily, and when she flew, the milk tea did not spill out half a drop. With just this skill, Shaobu felt ashamed of himself.

The spoon slapped his hands, and two maids walked out of the palace tent, brought the fragrant roasted lamb, placed it on Qingqing's desk, and bowed.

Qingqing put down the tea bowl, looked at Shaobu, and said, "Lord of Wolf, can you lend your knife to use it?"

The little spoon moved, and the knife was shot out, straight to the middle of the tattooed eyebrows.

Qingqing just raised her hand, and had already taken the knife to take it. She said lightly: "Thank you!" She cut her flesh and ate her food, and ignored the two of them.

Shaobu spitted a heavy breath from his nostrils and said, "The former wolf leader of this association, Kerredo, once mentioned that he and the head monks of the four major clans of the Central Plains agreed to stick to their respective territories and not to violate each other. I wonder if Miss Mu had heard of such an agreement?"

Qingqing replied without thinking: "Yes! As early as when Qingqing entered the world, Zen Master Tianxing, the guardian elder of the Shizong, had solemnly warned that we should not enter the desert without authorization, and even if we enter, we should not enter the territory of the Qinglang Society and all the shamans."

Shaobu's expression calmed down slightly, and even showed a smile, and nodded slightly.

But Qingqing continued, "But if someone breaks the rules first, first goes to the Central Plains to do evil, and then retreats to the desert to avoid disaster. The monks in the Central Plains can't ignore them, right? It's impolite to come and not go. Since someone has been there, they can't let others ask for an explanation. Wolf Lord, do you think so?"

Shaobu's face changed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "The truth is true, but don't forget that this is the desert."

Qingqing smiled and said tepidly: "I know, so I'm waiting for you, the Lord of the Qinglang Society to give me a fair explanation."

Shaobu was stunned, "The leader of the Qinglang Society? Do you think of Tang Shan?"

Qingqing did not answer, but asked, "It was not what I said, but what the wolf lord said. Although you do not recognize his identity as the lord, he is your lord after all. Am I right?"

Shaobu had no way to deny that the Green Wolf Palm was printed in Tang Shan's hands, and Tang Shan was the leader of the Green Wolf Society.

The two were silent, and they each ate mutton.

The lord's car was moving very slowly. Guser opened the road in front and Tabin led the team to protect him in the back. Both of them heard the conversation in the car. They knew that since the battle of the Black Forest, even among the werewolf, most of them had recognized Tang Shan's identity as the leader. In the battle of the Ten Thousand Beasts Altar, many people were hoping that Tang Shan would win.

"Tabin?" Guser's banner pointed to the northeast.

Tabin led a small team of werewolfs, rode his horse out, and looked at the flag. A few miles away, a magic circle was set up by someone in a valley surrounded by mountains on three sides. The huge blue light curtain covered the entire valley. Outside the light shield, a red shadow was floating in the air.

Tabin looked at it for a while and said to Guser: "That's the Han people fighting, it's not our business. We'll drive our way, so we don't have to pay attention to them." Before he finished speaking, he saw the red shadow floating outside the light shield suddenly move and shot towards their place.

The red dot is naturally Tang Shan.

When Guser appeared, Tang Shan had already discovered that he saw the huge Lele car again, and there was no doubt that Shaobu was there too.

Where is Shaobu going to lead the werewolves?

Tang Shan immediately thought of what Yama said and guessed Shaobu's intention. These werewolfs were entirely bewitched by Wu Jie and went to the Black Forest to act as Wu Jie's pawns and charge for him.

In the Nine Palace Magic Formation, the power of the two evil spirits will decline from prosperity. Within an hour, the ice spear head will change hands again.

If he wanted to join the battle for the artifact, Tang Shan could only ignore Shaobu and the werewolf and let them go to the Black Forest to work hard for Wujie.

If you want to preserve the strength of the Qinglang Society and investigate the truth about Qingqing's mother's murder, Tang Shan must give up the artifact and intercept Shaobu and others.

Tang Shan hesitated. After all, the magic weapon will be born once a thousand years, and this immortal fate has come to him again. If you really give up, it is not a simple word "sad". But after hesitating for a moment, he had already made a decision, resolutely abandoned the head of the ice spear, swayed his body, and shot towards the Lele cart.

"Wolf Lord?" Tabin broke the awkward atmosphere in Lele's car and pointed at the red light shot from the air. Please show it less.

Qingqing's eyes lit up. She could already know who was coming just by looking at the cool golden robe.

Shaobu stood up and looked at it intently, but saw a man wearing the red robe of the Qinglang Society leader and shot in the air. He was stunned for a moment and said, "If I guessed it well, are you Tang Shan?" The voice was sent out, Tang Shan had already arrived, fell on the car board, lifted up his mask, and asked arrogantly: "Are you Shao Bu?" As he asked, he saw Qingqing and grinned.

Qingqing also smiled, but she couldn't stand Tang Shan's burning gaze. She blushed and quickly turned her head and picked up the cold milk tea to drink.

After hearing Tang Shan’s reply, Shaobu was able to confirm his identity. He immediately lowered his forehead and said unhappily: "There is nearly a year left for the agreed date between me and you. If you don’t practice well and prepare for a decisive battle with me, what are you going to do at this time?"

Tang Shan said unfairly: "Save you... and their lives!"

"Save me?" Shaobu laughed so much that he was angry and asked, "Then tell me, what danger will I encounter? I want you to save me?"

Tang Shan said seriously: "No matter what Wu Jie wants you to do, as long as you break into the Black Forest and disturb the rest of the Holy Spirit, the shamans in the entire desert will regard you as an enemy. You are actually the scapegoat thrown by Wu Jie. When he grabs the holy weapon, he will definitely kill you to silence you and put the charge of disturbing the Holy Spirit and snatching the holy weapon on your head."

Shaobu seemed surprised and asked, "How did you know we were going to the Black Forest?"

Tang Shan was too lazy to explain to him and asked back, "If I don't know, why would I come to stop you?"

"Stop me?" Shao Buqiang raised half of his face and asked with a sneer: "So you can't wait, and you want to fight with this wolf master in advance?"

Tang Shan said disdainfully: "You are not worthy of fighting with me at all!" As he said that, he started impatiently.

With a "boom", Shaobu was frozen by a huge piece of ice.
Chapter completed!