At this moment, the sun has completely risen from the horizon, and the pale golden halo is spreading outward bit by bit.
The light emitted fell on the two inseparable people, as if covering them with a layer of golden gauze, holy and beautiful.
The lingering kiss penetrated into each other's body bit by bit.
Nastu felt the ten finger prints on his back. Her fingers were slender, but not very fleshy. This woman was so thin, she must have never eaten properly before.
When we get back, we'll give her all the meat we can find, including mutton and beef.
Forget about mutton, she doesn't like eating mutton.
The shy boy saw the two men moving their heads around, and without caring about being shy, he urged the other man to carry Hazzas' body.
The other one was still looking around with his eyes open, trying to learn some skills from them, but was pushed and reluctantly carried into the wooden box.
King Yundan Khan was cursed by one more person.
Only after everyone had packed their bags and the horses were in position did Stu let go of Su Yumo's red lips.
The team, stopping and starting, set off again. Perhaps it was because they were one step closer to their hometown and relatives, and everyone had a happy face.
The death of one person did not have much impact on them.
For many years before the morning when Nastu issued the order to invade the grassland, they could not close their eyes and sleep well at night, fearing a sudden attack.
When they were young, before they learned to walk, they lived in fear in their mother's arms. Many of them can no longer remember what their father looks like.
Day after day, year after year.
Death is the most normal thing.
Maybe one day they won’t see the sun the next day, but they hope that the warm light can protect their families.
The horse seemed to smell the scent of its hometown coming from the wind, and its four hooves pedaled faster and faster, its mane fluttering.
The wind on the grassland is like a willful child, changing at will. When they set out, the wind was still very gentle, refreshing their faces. Halfway through the ride, the cold wind howled, like a lion roaring with its mouth wide open.
Nastu came up from behind, wrapped his rough big hands around Su Yumo's cold hands, and rubbed his chin against her hair.
"Cold hands?"
Su Yumo's lips trembled, "Hmm, don't you think the weather is getting colder?"
This man's hands are hot. Is there really such a thing as yang and yin?
She doesn't believe in these superstitions.
Nastu: "Not really."
Su Yumo pouted and complained loudly: "You don't feel cold because I'm blocking the wind blowing towards you."
After hearing this, Nastu's chest shook.
"It's my fault. I didn't notice."
After saying that, he put his arms around her waist, exerted force, and Su Yumo spun in mid-air to the back of Nasutu.
He used the force skillfully, and Su Yumo did not feel the sudden pain the moment he sat on the saddle.
With such a big man standing in front of her, she suddenly felt the cold wind was much less.
All Su Yumo could see was Nastu. If he looked from the front, he couldn't tell that there were two people sitting on the horse.
"Hold my waist." Nastu instructed.
Su Yumo's hand slid along Nasutu's belt, passed through his waist, and reached his abdomen, then he put his face against his back.
Nastu's body stiffened. Damn, the fragrance came again.
Unfortunately, Su Yumo was shivering from the cold and didn't feel it.
It was difficult for her to connect the current Nasutu with the Nasutu mentioned by others.
They said that Nastu was a god of war on the battlefield, a madman, a man who would scare the enemy to death just by looking into his eyes.
But what she saw now was a man who was considerate and caring towards women.
Thinking about it carefully, she had never been hurt by him since they had come into contact, except for the first time when he pinched her waist and neck without knowing the severity.
It was she who had a stereotype of him.
Could it be that this person treats men and women differently?
But such a man should be very popular with women. He is a Khan and there must be many women around him.
She had forgotten to tell the system that she wanted a clean man. Is it too late to make up for it now?
Nastu said in the cold wind: "Go back and make yourself a hand warmer."
Su Yumo came back to his senses and asked, "Do it yourself?"
Her handicrafts were terrible, and she was in a mess even when doing something as simple as origami.
There is no need to cover your hands. In modern times, you can just buy a pair of gloves.
"What else? No one will help you. We are all self-reliant here. If you come back with me, you have to learn to survive on your own."
Su Yumo felt that the words were simple but the logic was sound. Doing your own things is indeed the first principle that adults teach children.
But the conditions here are difficult, there are no finished products, and the raw materials have to be processed manually.
However, it's also nice to learn a skill without financial pressure, just treat it as an interest class.
"The people there..."
"It's time to call us there."
"Oh." Su Yumo continued what he had just left unfinished, "Are you easy to get along with?"
Nastu pulled the reins, his forearm touching and separating from Su Yumo's forearm, back and forth.
He replied: "Look at you. If you are unreasonable, they will beat you up and maybe even throw you into a manger. If you are friendly, they will be very enthusiastic and willing to help you."
"That's good."
Nastu, who was standing in front of us, suddenly turned around and asked, "By the way, do you really have a younger brother?"
Although Su Yumo was shivering with cold, the gaze from above was too intense to ignore. She pressed herself against his back without looking at him.
He hesitated and said, "No, is there?"
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