The holy land that the Push tribe swears to defend to the death.
At first glance, it sounds like a big city, but in fact, it only has a population of 200,000.
If some ancient buildings were not preserved, no one would think that this was like a poor township in northwest China. It had a glorious history and had been a capital for hundreds of years.
Under the nightfall.
A bonfire was lit on the square in the center of the city.
Dozens of girls were wearing ethnic costumes with their heads and faces, holding hands, dancing around the bonfire, and some men fiddling with ethnic instruments and playing musical instruments.
The grand celebration ceremony is only for the most honorable guests.
This distinguished guest is Chen Hao.
Chen Hao saved Masood, the leader of the Push tribe's largest power, and Aisha, the beloved daughter of Masood.
To the north of the square, there is a large ancient building surrounded by stone walls, which is the palace of the Dulani Dynasty.
Now this palace has become the private residence of the Masoud family.
The platform above the main entrance of the palace is similar to the viewing platform, with more than ten tables arranged neatly, so that only the elders in the tribe are qualified to sit by the table.
The big leader Ma Sude sat in the play, and his beloved daughter Aisha was serving her father aside, and Chen Hao sat at the table on the left.
Ma Sude raised his glasses frequently at Chen Hao. Both of them spoke fluently and had a great time talking, just like old friends for many years.
After toasting Chen Hao again, Ma Sude glanced at his daughter who was still covered in black scarf, and asked Chen Hao with a dry smile, "When will you want to do your marriage with your little girl?"
"this......"
Chen Hao hesitated.
"I think you two should do the marriage as soon as possible, otherwise there will be gossip. Our family is the descendant of the prophet and the example of the entire tribe. Some rules must be strictly followed."
After Ma Sude said that, he stared at Chen Hao with a smile.
Chen Hao smiled and said nothing.
"Don't have any worries. After marrying Aisha, she will not be jealous. This is...I can assure you that if she fails to do it, it will be a violation of etiquette and you don't have to care about my feelings.
You can deal with her at will!”
Ma Sude's words made Chen Hao laugh and cry more.
Aisha lowered her head and on the way back to Cancheng, she had accepted her fate, accepted Chen Hao, and regarded Chen Hao as her future husband.
Mysterious, handsome, powerful.
It's also good to marry a man like this.
"To be honest, I shoulder the heavy responsibility and have to rush back to China as soon as possible." Chen Hao said and looked at Aisha.
Aisha is so beautiful.
In ancient times, it was definitely the kind of disaster that made the king not go to court early.
After getting out of bed with such a beauty and having an in-depth understanding, Chen Hao is of course happy to get married after two days of knowing each other.
Chen Hao, who was a human being for two lives, has never been so hasty.
"You are so anxious, then the wedding will be held tomorrow." Masoude made a decision with a smile, purely the rhythm of forcing the marriage.
Next to him, Aisha, who lowered her head, couldn't help but observe Chen Hao from the corner of her eyes, a little worried that Chen Hao would regret it.
"This...I..."
Chen Hao was speechless.
At this moment, a man wearing a black robe and a cowhide with a desert eagle on his waist ran up, walked quickly behind Masoud, bent down respectfully, and whispered a few words.
Masoud frowned and thought for a few seconds, and said slowly: "Let them come in."
The man gave a polite politeness to his chest, took a few steps back, turned around and left. The man was named Vanar, who was in charge of the Black Guard.
The Black Guard is the most elite combat force around Masood, and is only loyal to Masood.