Yingman'er's chin rested on the top of Xiao Bai's head, and she didn't see Xiao Bai opening his eyes at all, otherwise those penetrating eyes would definitely make her let go of her hand unconsciously.
Mountains of corpses and seas of blood were constantly emerging from the depths of Xiaobai's eyes, and a skeleton king was roaring to the sky angrily.
His body was very cold, as if he was hugging a piece of ice, but Yingmaner did not let go, hugging him tightly, warming Xiaobai's body with his own arms.
Xiao Bai's body began to gradually warm up, and the image of the Skeleton King was gradually moving deeper. No matter how he roared, it was of no avail.
The blood in his eyes slowly faded, Xiaobai's eyes were gradually returning to their normal appearance, and his consciousness began to become clearer.
Sometimes when people are in the most critical moment, all they need is a hug.
Yingman'er used her arms to pull back Xiaobai, who was about to fall asleep. It must be said that this was a miracle.
"Host, are you still alive?" The system's frightened voice came from the depths of Xiaobai's mind.
"...Where the hell were you just now? I was almost dead, do you know?" Xiaobai said angrily. This was the first time he felt that the system was so unreliable. It was too dangerous just now. If not
If he chooses to sleep consciously, he will most likely become an evil god, and he can say goodbye and go home from now on.
"I can't help you here." The system said in a very aggrieved voice: "I can't interfere with your consciousness. I can wake you up with a wake-up call after you enter the declaration torture, but you choose to sleep on your own. What do you want me to do?
What should I do? Forcibly awaken it? That would be very harmful to your consciousness. I can't do anything to harm the host."
"So, I still want to thank you?" Xiaobai asked, rolling his eyes.
"That's not necessary, that's not necessary." The system said humbly.
"Have some face." Xiaobai gritted his teeth and praised you with me. You are a thousand-year-old fox, why are you pretending to be innocent?
Xiaobai exited his mind and raised his head to look at Yingman'er. She pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, giving her a sense of tranquility.
She didn't know that Xiaobai had woken up, but she still just hugged Xiaobai and refused to let go. Xiaobai raised his brows slightly, closed his eyes again, pillowed on the softness, and gradually calmed down.
The red-maned fierce horse who had been peeping finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Xiaobai fell asleep here, he really didn't know what to do. After all, there were many things where gods couldn't wake up, and it was all based on a hundred years.
Counting unit.
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People outside didn't know about the crisis inside the tent, so they still did what they should do without any impact.
Red-maned Yanglie directed the knights to bring the caravan messenger into a tent. He turned around and was about to leave, but the caravan messenger grabbed his clothes.
"What, do you want to die?" Red-maned Yanglie turned back and looked at the caravan messenger coldly. His murderous intention was difficult to subside. Although he was stopped by Xiaobai, Red-maned Yanglie only calmed down on the surface, but he was not calm in his heart.
Being pulled like this by the caravan messenger, he immediately had the urge to draw his sword. Fortunately, he could restrain it, otherwise the caravan messenger's head would have flown into the sky.
"Who is he?" the caravan envoy asked carefully.
"Who is who? Who are you asking about?" Red-maned Yanglie looked at the caravan envoy inexplicably.
"Guess who I'm talking about?" the caravan envoy said tangledly. He didn't know whether he should ask Xiaobai's identity. He was very tangled. After all, Xiaobai had just saved him.
"Do you want me to guess?" Red-maned Yang Lie forcefully pulled the clothes out of the caravan messenger's hands and rolled his eyes.
The caravan envoy stared at the red-maned Yang Lie, why are you still pretending to be stupid? Can you be more serious?
"What are you looking at?" Red-maned Yanglie glared back. I've turned against you. How dare you glare at me?
What should I answer at this time? What are you looking at? Then your life will be lost, and the caravan envoy immediately became scared.
"Gordo, your fur coat is very beautiful. The fur is bright. When you wear it, you look handsome and mighty. You are tall and handsome. Where did you get the fur? What kind of animal skin is it? I will also get one." The caravan envoy smiled awkwardly.
He said.
"If you can hunt giant beasts like the boss, you can also have a leather coat like this." Hearing the compliments from the caravan envoy, Red Mane Yanglie was still very happy. After all, this guy
Ever since he arrived at the camp, he has always looked aloof and condescending. Red-maned Yanglie has long been unhappy with him.
The caravan envoy was startled when he heard the red-maned Yang Lie's words, and asked with a smile: "Is this leather coat made of the skin of the giant animal that the boss hunted?"
"That's right, let me tell you, boss..." As he spoke, the red-maned Yanglie suddenly stopped and stared at the caravan envoy.
"What's wrong, boss?" the caravan messenger asked eagerly with a flattering smile on his face.
"Fuck! Try to trick me!" Seeing through the thoughts of the caravan envoy, the red-maned Yang Lie became angry immediately, punched the caravan envoy in the face, beat him far away, turned around and left, regardless of what the caravan envoy said.
Nothing to look back on.
The caravan envoy covered his face and sat up from the ground, only to find that the red-maned Yang Lie had already walked out of the tent. His eyes could not help but stern. After all, Gordo, who is just a small tribe, dared to hit me. Wait for me to come back.
If you go to the caravan, you will definitely not get good results!
Feeling angry in his heart, the caravan envoy's face became uncertain again. Going back to the caravan? Did he still have a chance to go back? He lost in the duel. According to the rules of the prairie people, he was no longer a free citizen, but a slave.
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What's more important is Xiaobai. Although the red-maned Yanglie said little, it was enough for the caravan messenger to analyze a lot of things. His new master should be a strong man, and a very strong one. As for hunting giant beasts,
He didn't believe this. Real behemoths were not something humans could hunt. They needed the help of gods. Unless the "boss" was a god, it would be impossible to hunt behemoths.
He probably picked up the carcass of a recently dead giant beast, and then gave the fur to Red Mane Yanglie, and was treated as a prey by this ignorant guy.
Then the question comes again, what should I do now, should I escape?
If he doesn't escape, he will have no choice but to stay as a slave in this small red-maned horse tribe. If he escapes, according to the rules of the prairie people, anyone can hunt him, even if he returns to the caravan, he will probably be killed.
He was punished and then sent back to the Red Mane Horse Tribe.
But there is no chance of returning to the caravan. He also holds an important piece of information in his hand. The "boss" is not from the grassland. As the Godot of the grassland caravan tribe, the red-maned Yanglie actually recognized a foreigner as the boss. This
Does this mean that he has betrayed the caravan? If the news spreads back to the caravan, his status as a slave may be eliminated.
Wait, slave status?
The caravan envoy looked at himself, and suddenly he was overjoyed. What a slave status! There was no slave mark on his body at all. Where did he get his slave status?