Through the gap, she saw an adult sitting on the couch picking up the barbecue and handing it to the child on the ground.
There was food residue on the child's mouth, and only the upper half of his face was visible.
The man still wore the gift she had given him on his arm.
The two people cooperated so well that it was obvious that they had been doing this for more than a day or two.
As soon as Nastu stepped into the tent in the evening, Su Yumo confronted him and severely criticized his behavior of saying one thing and doing another.
She occupied the bed, not letting Nastu get close to her, and threw the blanket he was covering her with on the table.
No matter how reasonable or gentle his words were, she would not be fooled again.
Nastu looked at the woman's back and carefully moved to the edge of the couch, but was hit in the chest by a hard object.
A discarded iron wristband.
The man looked melancholy, wondering if she and Saren were too close.
He had made fun of Abru for this before, but luckily their tents were far away, otherwise Abru would have had a lot to laugh about.
Ever since what happened with Delia, he no longer dared to force women to do anything they didn't want to do.
If it were in the past, he would have crawled into bed and made a lot of noise.
After all, it had only been a few years since he acted recklessly.
After fighting one battle after another, he gradually became tough and calm, but the bad nature in his bones did not change at all.
But he suppressed them all.
Once she appeared, she was no longer under control.
He doesn't want to control either.
If Abreu encountered this situation, he would definitely lie on the ground, covering his chest, pretending to be injured and sobbing.
But he really couldn't imagine himself doing such a movement. The corners of his mouth twitched at the thought and his facial expression was out of control.
It seems that I need to practice to become thick-skinned.
Su Yumo was afraid of the cold, so he was covered with the quilt with only his small head exposed, like a little child.
He stood there for a long time, looking at the woman he loved.
It had been more than twenty days, less than a month, since their first meeting, and to this day he still couldn't believe how lucky he was.
He had a family background that others envied, but in the past twenty-four years he had never had a day when he felt happy from the bottom of his heart.
Ever since she appeared, it has been like this every day, even though there are many things waiting for him later.
A red flower bloomed in my heart that had been frozen for many years.
Nastu smiled helplessly, walked to the chair alone, picked up the blanket on the table and covered his legs with it.
Take one last look and go to sleep.
Nastu still underestimated the grassland people's willingness to watch the fun.
The next day, the news that the Khan was scolded by Da Yanshi spread throughout the tribe.
Everyone, young and old, male or female, can say a few words about this matter.
The Khan was not sleeping well and was kicked off the bed by Da Yanshi.
Da Yanshi wants to compete with the Khan in martial arts, and whoever wins will be on top.
At night, a ghost suddenly appeared in the bed. In order to protect Da Yanshi, the Khan fought with the ghost for five hundred rounds.
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After hearing this, Nastu was not angry, but hugged the woman holding flowers in his arms.
No matter how chaotic the outside world is, I am still happy.
The leader of the last tribe arrived on horseback at noon on the 15th.
Nastu sat on the throne in the center, and each leader sat down in order of age.
Behind them stood their personal bodyguards, with stern faces and hands behind their backs.
Warriors with swords guarded the tent.
Not far away, there were warriors in armor and on horseback patrolling, holding bows and arrows in their hands and staring at any movement on the grassland.
Five hundred years later, all the tribes gathered again, wondering what kind of storms awaited the grassland in the future.
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"I know that many of you still refuse to submit to me and want to pull me down from this throne. Some even want to drink my blood and eat my flesh."
"After I finish what I want to say today, anyone who disagrees can come and fight me."
"If you kill me, you can take my place. My men won't make things difficult for you, and you can return home safely."
"If you can't kill me, then do as I say. Otherwise, I don't mind letting someone else lead your tribe."
The voice was flat and without ups and downs, yet it was sharp and chilling enough to make one's heart tremble.
Like the cold wind in October, it hits people's faces, and all warm clothes become useless at this moment.
The people sitting below couldn't help but recall what they heard while sitting on the ground and looking up after Nastu defeated them.
It is also so peaceful yet filled with a strong smell of death.
Nastu was wearing a dark-colored robe, a brown belt tightened around his waist, and woolen wrist guards on his wrists, which were put on him by Su Yumo himself this morning.
Originally, Si Tu wanted Su Yumo to braid his hair, but just as he finished styling his hair, the boy ran in hurriedly and said that Su Maer had cried because of what he said, and asked Su Yumo to go and take a look.
When Su Yumo heard this, he forgot about the other person in the tent and ran out of the tent with Ogule.
Before leaving, he pulled out a few strands of Nastu's hair.
It's time to let this kid live and eat with the horse.
Nastu looked at the backs of the two, one big and one small, picked up the pitiful hair on the ground, and prepared to come back in the evening to discuss this issue.
At this moment, he sat high on the throne, one leg bent and placed on the other, his left elbow resting on the handle, and his chin supported by one hand.
Nastu did not deliberately hide the sharpness in his eyes, and the eagle's claws were still searching for prey.
He thought: None of the people below are as pretty as her.
The tribal leaders present were all shocked. They had never expected that this would be Nastu's first sentence.
They all thought that Nastu would threaten them with swords and thus consolidate his own position.
The victorious side on the battlefield does not rely on the military strength of the leader alone, but on every person and every horse in the team.
When their fighting power and willpower reach their peak, no one can stop them unless they encounter a natural disaster.
His victory did not belong to him, but to all the people of the Kirgiz tribe.
In a one-on-one match, is Stu so confident that he won't lose?
Isn't he afraid that everything he does will fail?
The older leaders have lived for thirty or forty years and have experienced a lot.
Brothers killed each other for the throne.
Two men died together for the woman they loved.
The bloodthirsty maniacs killed people without regard for life.
The man who laid down his butcher knife never ate meat again.
A child of several years old lay dormant for years just to kill one person.
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What exactly does this young man want to do?
A light breeze blew by, and they felt a slight chill on their heads.
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