Abru came in with a cold look on his face, breathless.
The September sky already showed signs of winter, and the breath was blown away by the running people.
Su Yumo shrank his neck and hugged the blanket tightly.
"This damn weather is getting colder and colder."
He patted his sleeves, took a few steps forward, lit the torch, and turned around.
"Why are you sitting on a box?"
Su Yumo had not yet recovered from the shock. How did Stu manage to move the lid of the box flat and throw himself up at the same time?
She, a living person weighing 110 kilograms, was thrown up by an arm weighing less than 10 kilograms?
Abulu saw that she had no reaction to his words and was still sitting on the box in a daze like a snowman, which was very strange.
He took a few steps back, walked to the wooden box, and shook his hand a few times, but there was still no response.
I walked around the box and found nothing unusual.
When he appeared in front of her again, Su Yumo blinked and her soul came back from the shock.
"Oh, I want to see the Khan. I'm afraid he's lonely."
Su Yumo wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, jumped off the box, pretended nothing had happened, and changed the subject.
"Where did you go?"
Abulu took off a piece of clothing tied to his body and said, "Didn't I tell you last night that I went to find the soul of the Khan?"
His eyes were full of scrutiny.
"Have you said that? I just talked a lot with the Khan and forgot."
He was no longer the Stu she knew, and he actually doubted her words.
When Abulu heard that Su Yumo was accompanying Nastu, the suspicion that had just arisen in his mind collapsed like a building, leaving not a single foundation. He bent down and spread the clothes in his hand flat on the wooden box.
"Is this Nastu's clothes?" Su Yumo had only seen Nastu wearing one piece of clothes.
"Yes, the Khan's spirit now resides in it."
Could she tell him that the person under the clothes had lost his soul, but his mouth was still alive and he could force a kiss on someone?
"That's good." She suppressed her laughter and began to chase people away.
"It's getting late, you should go back to bed early."
After putting away the clothes, Stu thought there was nothing else to do here, so he walked towards the door.
Suddenly remembering something, he stopped, turned around and asked:
"Is your mouth swollen?"
Su Yumo subconsciously covered his lips, feeling a little guilty.
"It's not swollen. Are you confused because of sleep?"
"Really? It's possible. There are still two hours until daybreak. I'll stay for another hour."
He thought about it carefully and decided that before Stu's burial place, he would stay with him for a while longer.
The person who walked to the door turned back and sat cross-legged on the ground.
When Su Yumo heard this, her throat rolled. She couldn't even argue with him.
I wonder if Stu can hold his breath for an hour.
It should be possible, after all, he can do anything.
She was worried and advised, "Sleep is very important. Sleep well and live long. You can accompany the Khan for another 70 or 80 years. Think about it, the Khan can't stand up and run anymore, right?"
Nastu was listening on the spot. No matter what she said, she had to perform well. Whether she succeeded or not was Abru's business, and whether she spoke or not was her business.
"Go to sleep, don't worry about me, I won't disturb you."
Things had come to this point, and Su Yumo didn't know what to say, so she spoke hesitantly.
"Then you should take good rest."
Abulu thought this was nonsense, so he ignored Su Yumo, tore off a piece of clothing and wiped the dust off it.
The weather is so cold, but he still wears the few clothes he has. Su Yumo silently gave a thumbs up.
There was no point in saying anything more. Stu had already woken up. The uncle and nephew killing each other, the conspiracy to usurp the throne, these had nothing to do with her. She had done what she could.
Su Yumo walked towards the bed with ease, ready to have a good sleep.
"Great Khan!"
One step away from the bed, Su Yumo raised his foot, stomped the ground hard, gritted his teeth and turned around.
Today, no one or two of them really let her sleep well.
"Why are you here? Have you finished looking for souls?" Aokote looked at the person sitting on the ground.
"Well, let's take another look at Dahan." After wiping one side, he stood up, walked around to the other side to continue wiping, and casually asked: "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing, just like you."
He walked to the place where Abulu had just sat and sat cross-legged, looking thoughtful.
Su Yumo looked at the two people sitting opposite each other, one on his left and one on his right, and thought of the door god portraits posted on the door during the Chinese New Year.
Nastu is also a blessed person.
"Are you feeling cold sitting here? How about a blanket?"
"Need not."
"Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Two voices sounded at the same time, one lowered his head to do his own thing, and the other looked up at Su Yumo.
His expression did not change, he remained calm as usual, and his dark eyes seemed to be questioning.
Su Yumo was puzzled. She and Aokete had never had any intersection, and Nastu had never mentioned Aokete in front of her. When the two met, they just passed by each other.
What does this mean?
Did she miss something?
What did he say when you first met?
Khan? Serbian woman?
This sentence is obviously directed at King Yundan Khan. Could it be that he is on Nastu's side?
But King Yundan Khan seemed to be indifferent to his behavior, even a little indulgent, and he was not much moved by Nastu's death.
Is he a cold-blooded person or was he informed of the plan long ago?
Su Yumo brainstormed, but to no avail.
She never forces herself to do anything.
She yawned right under his nose, pretending to be sleepy, then turned over and lay on the bed without responding to him.
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