2353. Chapter 2353 Only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals 01
Huangfu Jin could feel no shame in his heart, himself, and others, but he felt he owed something to Su Mo. Ever since she followed him, he had never given her any happiness, always making her fearful and wandering around with him.
He stretched out his hand, gently stroked her cheek, and said softly: "Mo'er, don't worry."
Su Mo pressed her cheek more intimately into his palm, so intimately. She smiled, her expression calm and calm, without any worry or worry, "I believe you."
Yes, she believed in him, otherwise she wouldn't be where she is today.
They are husband and wife, advancing and retreating together.
She snuggled into his arms and said softly: "I'll wait for you here."
He lowered his head and kissed her lips, "I will definitely come back."
Although it was agreed not to bring anyone to the duel, Ali and others felt that before the duel, they needed to explore some terrain to prevent Wu Hensheng from sending people to set up traps or ambushes there.
Huangfu Jin was still not nervous before the duel. During the day, he accompanied Su Mo to ride horses and walk outside, enjoying the scenery of the oasis in the desert. At night, they sometimes came back and sometimes slept in tents outside.
This gave Ali and others time and opportunity. They went to the mountain to keep a secret eye on the people. For several days, they found nothing unusual and no one came to do anything.
Ali asked people not to relax, and they would all keep an eye on it until the day when the prince went up the mountain.
Huanhua River is a river that rushes down from Luoyue Mountain and is made up of snow water and mountain springs. The water is clear and sweet. It is a life-saving river for Pami City and a dozen nearby cities, large and small.
The water and grass on both sides of the river are lush and there are flocks of sheep.
On both sides, there are also annual crops that Ali and others taught the local people to grow so that they can be self-sufficient and not starve in the winter.
There is a layer of cactus forest in the southwest corner. The herds rarely enter it on weekdays because the thorns on the cactus there are poisonous. Although it is not fatal, it is extremely painful.
Deep in the cactus forest, there is a tent. The tent is decorated with various flowers. A purple bamboo curtain and shell wind chimes are hung at the door. The wind blows and the bells jingle.
Although the temperature in Pami City is relatively warm throughout the year due to its geographical location, and the winter is not as cold as the cities to the north, it has already become cold at this time, with a cool breeze and the shepherds are wrapped in coats.
It's just that the tent is warm and warm, the scenery is beautiful, the scarlet brocade lichen, the white felt, the black hair rippling like a lotus on the water, the skin shining like pearls, in the light.
Blooming like flowers in the fragrance.
She clung to him tightly, and following his movements, she felt as if her consciousness was floating in the air, unable to control herself.
He was gentle and domineering, strong and considerate. Her mind was filled with his affectionate eyes, and her ears were filled with his low-mellow and sexy voice. The waves of dizziness he created for her made her discern.
I don’t know today or tomorrow.
She was too lazy to lie down on the thick brocade quilt like a kitten, without any strength in her body. His slender fingers were groping back and forth on her smooth back, and he lowered his head and kissed her earlobe gently, teasing her again and again.
Seeing her overly sensitive delicate earlobes slowly turning red, he smiled heartily. His voice was low and charming, like wine that had been brewed for a long time, "Mo'er, now you know what it means to only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals.
