Ying Baoyue stretched out her palm and looked at the string of things lying in her palm.

This is a wolf tooth necklace.

Wolf teeth are a common ornament on the Xirong people, but in addition to the wolf teeth, there are also several lumps of wood on these wolf teeth.

Ying Baoyue couldn't tell what wood it was made of. The outside was rubbed to the point of being shiny, with very irregular shapes, uneven and cumbersome. At first glance, it looked like a tumor growing on a tree.

"Wait, is this the head of something?"

Murong Heng also turned around and stared at the wolf-tooth necklace in Ying Baoyue's palm, his eyes stopped on the strange-shaped lumps of wood, and asked in confusion.

Head?

Ying Baoyue looked at the lumps of wood carefully. After Murong Heng said this, she found that it was actually a bit similar.

It looks a bit like a cat's head and a bit like a wolf's head.

In addition to the White Wolf God, the people of the Western Rong also believed in some strange totems. It was not surprising that they pinched the heads of several animals together and carved them into such strange beast heads and carried them on their bodies.

But Ying Baoyue didn't understand why Ma Nu had to stuff such things to her before leaving.

"Who gave it to you?"

When Du Ziqing saw that she did not answer, she asked in a deep voice.

Ying Baoyue raised her head and looked at him, and found that Du Ziqing was in a bad mood. Could there be something else wrong with the necklace in her hand?

"This is……"

Speaking of this, she suddenly hesitated again.

Although Ma Nu is from Central Plains like Du Ziqing, the people from Central Plains also have their own positions, and the Qin Dynasty often has no acquaintance with each other. It may not be appropriate for her to reveal the other party's information?

Du Ziqing already understood when he noticed her hesitation.

He looked at the necklace in Ying Baoyue's palm, "Since it was given to you by him, then you can wear it."

"Remember, don't pick it off anytime."

Ying Baoyue was stunned. Did the two know each other?

She was about to ask about the Ma Nu, but Du Ziqing had already turned around and walked out of the tent.

Ying Baoyue hesitated for a moment and hung the necklace in his hand on his neck.

The wolf teeth hang down from her chest. Murong Heng stared at the necklace on her chest and the colorful velvet on her head, and smiled bitterly, "You are becoming more and more like a Western Rong woman now."

"This is also a good thing," Ying Baoyue lowered her head and thought for a while, and asked, "When will we leave?"

Murong Heng's smile faded and his expression became serious.

With the sudden attack of the Western Rong cavalry to inspect, it was indeed no longer safe for them to stay with Du Ziqing.

Murong Heng glanced at Ying Baoyue, "Can your body still hold on?"

"I have recovered most of the time," Ying Baoyue smiled, "I am already in the fourth rank and not that weak. By tomorrow morning, all the wounds on my body will be recovered."

All that was recovered was the wound, but the void inside was not repaired.

Murong Heng looked at her and hesitated for a moment, "Then let's set off early tomorrow morning."

For the sake of the present, it seems that only by taking Ying to carry Yue back to his territory and then taking care of her well.

Smoke was flying outside the tent, and Sang Lan started cooking in the tent next door. Murong Heng stood up and said to Ying Baoyue, "I'll drive the sheep into the pen, you can get up and walk around."

If you want to recover, you can't just lie here.

"Tomorrow is going a long way, you can try to see if you can walk around."

"Okay, I get it."

Murong Heng walked out of the tent, Ying Baoyue stood up in her arms, and changed into the clothes Sang Lan gave to the Xirong woman whom she placed beside her pillow.

After changing her clothes, she walked out of the tent with Juque Sword in her arms.

This was the first time she had left her tent in the past two days. It was almost sunset, and there was only one family on the desolate land.

The outside of the tent was occupied by a flock of sheep. Murong Heng stood among the sheep and drove the flock with Du Ziqing, allowing them to enter the circle one by one.

Ying Baoyue found a small slope and sat down with a sword in his arms, quietly watching the two of them fighting with the sheep.

It was getting darker and there were fewer and fewer sheep outside the circle.

But there were more and more sheep around Murong Heng. Those who were unwilling to enter the circle were some half-large lambs, crawling towards him one by one. Ying Baoyue watched him as he was about to be buried by the sheep.

"Is it fun to watch like this?"

At this time, a male voice suddenly came from beside her.

Ying Baoyue was shocked and looked around her.

Du Ziqing came here for some time, and her hands were standing beside her.

Ying Baoyue looked at the sheep pen suddenly and found that he was indeed no longer there.

"Senior Du."

She looked at the endless ice field in the distance, trying to restrain her shock when she did not find the trace of this person, and said calmly, "It's still quite interesting."

"Yeah?"

Du Ziqing looked at her, "It's a big question to manage the flock, it's no easier than to manage people."

Ying Baoyue didn't know what he wanted to say, so she could only lower her eyes and remain silent.

Du Ziqing lowered her eyes and stopped at the long sword in her arms.

The sword has been observed twice in a row, and Ying Baoyue is a little nervous.

"Is this sword lent to you?"

Ying Baoyue was stunned. She probably hadn't told Du Ziqing about this.

"With your current ability, you shouldn't be able to pull out this sword," Du Ziqing glanced at her, "It's stupid enough to lend your sword."

"There was no choice at that time," Ying Baoyue pinched the hilt of the sword in her arms. She was indeed unable to pull out the sword now, but this sword gave her great courage and encouragement.

"Even if you can't pull it out, you just can't pull it out now."

Ying Baoyue looked at the grassland in front of her, "Maybe it will be pulled out in a short while."

"You really dare to think about it," Du Ziqing said lightly. His eyes moved downward and looked at the necklace that Ying Baoyue hung on his chest, with a dark light passing through his eyes.

"Okay, prepare to go back for dinner."

Ying Baoyue wanted to say something, but Sang Lan was already standing at the entrance of the tent and shouting at them.

The two stood up and waved to Murong Heng, and the three of them walked towards the tent together.

...

...

The next morning, Murong Heng helped Ying Baoyue onto a thin horse and rode one onto him.

"Have you brought all the dry food?"

Sang Lan stood at the entrance of the tent with Wu Enqi on her back, looking at the two of them with a little wet eyes.

"Take it all," Murong Heng and Ying Baoyue thanked the woman.

Du Ziqing stood beside Sang Lan without saying a word, but just stared at the young boy and woman.

"Senior Du, thank you for this period."

Murong Heng immediately saluted Du Ziqing, but the other party still looked the same as he ignored him.

Murong Heng smiled bitterly, looked at Ying Baoyue, and waved to the family of three outside the tent.

"Then, we're leaving."

Du Ziqing turned his head and looked at the two of them with a complicated expression.

"Take care of yourself."

Ying Baoyue was stunned and said softly, "So too."

Du Ziqing's eyes stopped on the necklace on her chest, "Remember what I say, don't take it."

"I remember."

Ying Baoyue nodded. She took a last look at the desolate land, and then turned around with Murong Heng.

The horse's hooves stomped on the weeds mixed with ice and snow, making a clattering sound, and she followed Murong Heng all the way forward.

The destination ahead of them is.
Chapter completed!