Nastu stood up straight and grinned: "I told you not to hit me."
"Sister is good at beating uncle. She's so good."
The little boy's eyes were so full of stars that they were about to burst out.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he ran to Su Yumo's side, clapping his chubby, white and tender hands. Su Yumo miraculously heard the rhythm from them.
Nastu narrowed his eyes and said, "I will cut off your flesh tomorrow and make you eat grass every day."
"No, sister, hurry up."
When the little boy heard that he was not allowed to eat meat, his eyes widened, he grabbed Su Yumo's robe and ran away.
"Remember to speak nicely."
Su Yumo walked slowly while giving instructions to the people behind him.
The soldiers had not yet finished expressing their excitement. Some of them returned to their tents with their families, while others sat around the barbecue, eating meat and chatting.
There were also people dancing like Hesa, scattered in various places.
After seeing Su Yumo off, Nastu turned around and walked slowly in the opposite direction.
Speak well? This is a question worth pondering.
You still have to talk less.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew, and the corners of everyone's clothes moved in the same direction, and the bells abandoned on the ground by Hesa jingled.
A woman came at Nastu with a short blade.
The woman was wearing a dark green robe, her black hair was braided and draped behind her. She had willow-shaped eyebrows and small eyes that flashed with a cold light. Her slender arms contained a powerful strength.
"Asshole, I'll kill you."
Well, another one came to kill him.
He would not hit a woman. When Sudiya hit him before, he did not fight back.
As long as he is not beaten to death by a woman, he can accept it.
He wasn't going to hide.
The cold light was knocked away by an arrow when it was an inch away from Nasutu's neck.
The woman's right hand was numb from the sudden arrow, and she frowned.
Seeing that she had no weapon in her hand, she didn't stop and punched Nastu in the side of the face with her left fist.
Normally, Stu would just stand there and let the woman vent her grievances.
But he has to do something big tonight, and his face can't be covered in bruises.
Nastu quickly clenched his fist in front of him with his right hand, and with his left hand he took the woman's trembling hand and forced her to spin around.
The woman's hands were tied behind her back, but her determination for revenge did not die out. She stretched out her legs and kicked backwards.
Everything happened in a flash. Before the people around could see who made the move, Stu had already captured the man.
There was more worship of the Great Khan.
They were not surprised and picked up the meat from the rack to watch the show.
A white-haired old man sitting next to the war drum picked up the drumstick, and the drumhead sank and bounced up, with each sound deafening.
Nastu dodged and said quickly: "Go back to your tribe."
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