"What are you looking at?"
Nastu was frightened by her audacity and forced her head to turn away.
He threatened: "I want to do it again."
Su Yumo thought: It’s not impossible.
"No, I'm hungry." Su Yumo begged for mercy.
It was true that she wanted to do it again, and it was also true that she was hungry. So, she chose the more important of the two and chose to have a full meal.
Nastu had tidied up the two people's clothes back to how they were when they came. If you look closely, you can still see that their hair is a little different.
A few strands of hair stuck together, no longer flowing as before.
Nastu picked up Su Yumo, kissed her red and swollen lips hard, and walked towards the black horse that was grazing on the hillside.
Climbing uphill was tiring, but Stu held her firmly, and Su Yumo couldn't even feel his arms shaking.
He is indeed a man from noon to dusk.
The sun was already halfway down, and it would take about two hours on horseback to get from Kamisatohara to their tribe.
When the two returned to the tribe, it was already completely dark.
Only a few torches were still burning, and the tent was quiet, with only snoring coming from it.
"Is there any food at this time?" Su Yumo asked in a low voice.
Nastu said in a relaxed tone, "No, but I can make it for you."
Su Yumo's gaze drifted towards her: "Didn't you say you wanted to do it yourself?"
Nastu avoided her eyes and looked straight ahead, "There are special circumstances today."
Su Yumo wanted to tease her and asked jokingly, "What's the special situation?"
He said this in a serious tone that day, which made her think that if someone else did something wrong to her, it would be unforgivable.
I didn't expect that it would be broken by myself the next day.
"Great Khan!" The loud voice was full of admiration.
Without looking back, Su Yumo knew who he was.
I saw a man and a woman walking out of a tent.
The man was tall, almost as tall as the top of the tent entrance.
After getting rid of the dust, he looked cheerful in his new clothes, with his signature smile on his face.
The woman stood next to him, wearing an orange robe, tall and with a thin face.
His waist-length hair was tied into more than a dozen braids and placed behind his back, tied with a leather belt, giving him a very heroic look.
"What are you arguing about? Do you want to be beaten?"
A roar came from a tent, and the tents nearby were shaken slightly.
Su Yumo remembered the voice, it was Sumar's father this morning.
"Okay, I won't talk."
Abru responded with the same roar, but perhaps because he was not right and confident, he seemed a little weak.
She looked at Abulu's face curiously. There were no bruises on it as she expected, but she made a major discovery.
He is much whiter than before.
In order to see his Saren, he probably washed his face in the lake hundreds of times.
Abru is in charge of mobilizing the warriors who will be on guard tonight. He had a good sleep in his arms with his beloved woman during the day, and he felt so satisfied that he could fly to the sky with just one breath.
After dinner, he was ready to ride out on horseback to inspect the land outside the tribe, but he didn't expect to see the Khan as soon as he opened the curtain.
He had been in the tribe for a day and had not yet met the Khan. When he woke up in the afternoon and wanted to find the Khan, he was told that the Khan had gone out on horseback with Dayanshi.
Da Yanshi? Delia and Sudiya had both run away, so who would still be willing to follow Nastu? Before he could ask who it was, the man went on to say it was a new woman.
Guli? When did things get so good between them? He'd been pursuing Saren for three whole years.
He had also strangled Guli's neck. Was the Khan alive or dead at that time? They wouldn't use him to sharpen their knives, would they?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt a cool breeze behind me.
Meeting is not that important anymore.
However, surprises always appear at unexpected times, and the person you least want to meet is more likely to appear in front of you.
Abru held Saren's hand and walked quickly towards Nastu and the others. There was a distance between the four of them that was neither long nor short.
Halfway through the walk, Saren couldn't keep up with Abulu's speed and pulled his hand, which woke him up.
Guli is not the same Guli as before, and the Khan is not the same Khan as before.
He has to learn to think with his brain.
Slow down and walk side by side with the person next to you.
Su Yumo looked at the two people coming over and thought: Abulu knows how to take care of people.
Nastu: What’s wrong with this guy again?
Abreu stopped when he was close enough to talk without disturbing anyone.
Saren took two steps forward, but his hand was pulled back. He glanced at the man in confusion along his arm.
Abulu smiled back and introduced Su Yumo generously:
"This is my love, Saren, who told you."
The distance between the four people was enough for a large truck to pass through. Su Yumo was confused for a moment and did not act rashly.
At this time, Nastu said lightly: "Don't get sick."
Su Yumo thought: How direct! She is still choosing her words.
This sentence brought Abru back to his original state, and he scratched his head in embarrassment.
Saren had long been accustomed to Abulu's sudden startles. He rolled his eyes, let go of his hand, and walked alone to Su Yumo.
"Da Yanshi, my name is Saren." After saying this, he performed a simple salute.
As a modern person who has abolished etiquette for more than a hundred years, this was the first time Su Yumo saw someone saluting him.
It will shorten her life. She has no more Yang life, so her Yin life cannot be shortened.
She just bowed, didn't kowtow, but she felt it was no different from kowtow. She was so scared that she almost wanted to imitate her and bow.
As the saying goes, reciprocity is the best policy.
Nastu's arm was against Su Yumo, and her trembling also affected his arm.
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