MTL - Finest Servant-Chapter 589 Moved to cry

A sneak attack? "Wo Lao Gong touched his cheek and shook his head solemnly:" Bad, this is not allowed next time. " Otherwise, I will report it. "

Yu Jia glanced at him slightly, and sighed, "As far as our identity-do you think there will be another time ?!"

Her expression was bland, her face was smiling, her eyes were so quiet, she was not shocked, like a quiet Wuhu. Compared with that beautiful and passionate Crescent Moon, the change at this moment was completely changed. Perhaps the real Yuga was standing in front of him at this time.

"No next time? Of course that's the best!" Lin Wanrong nodded with a grinning smile. "You know, I'm very easy to be touched. I'm afraid that one day I'm not careful, I got on your trap. Listen now You say that, I feel more at ease. "

Yu Jia murmured: "I am more at ease than you, because you will never lie to me!"

See what this says, am I such a bad Lord? !! He hehe laughed twice, waved at Yu Jia, patted his **** and left.

In the distance, Hu Bugui poked his head out of the grass and glanced cautiously here: "How did General Lin leave like this? Did he persuade success?"

"When did Brother Lin miss his hand?" Lao Gao gave him a dissatisfied glance: "Did you see him, let him comfort him, and Yueya was crying!"

Touched to cry? !! Hu Bugui hurriedly widened his eyes.

Looking from a distance, Yu Jia sat on the ground, quiet and elegant, with a smile on her face, and the mist of water rising from her eyes occasionally, like colorful soap bubbles in the setting sun. Yan Wanyan.

"Sister, why do you say people have a heart ?!" The bright red sunset reflected the grassland. The golden light was sprinkled everywhere. Sitting on the **** with the fairy. Gaze into the distance gradually disappearing into the sunset, Lin Wanrong suddenly exhaled. Asked jokingly.

The thief's question is always weird, as if there is no answer. It's like having an answer. Fairies are smart by ice and snow. I don't know how to answer him. She fluttered her hair and fluttered in the wind, shook her head and smiled, "The tree has roots and people have a heart. This is a gift from heaven. It is to thank you. How can there be so many?"

"No." Lin Wanrong shook his head: "Tell me to say. Heaven has given us the soul, and it is for us to endure suffering."

The fairy cried, "How did you suffer, let's talk?"

Lin Wanrong sighed: "With heart, there is joy. Then there is sorrow. People spend their lives in the midst of joy and sorrow. When crying is laughing, sadness is mixed. This is not suffering but also What? Count it, add all the hearts of the people in this world. I don't know if it is more joy. Or sadness ?! "

The words of the thief are so profound! Ning Yuxi stunned slightly. Immediately smirked and said, "How can human hearts add up ?! I see that you deliberately drilled horns, but also joy and sadness, when others can't hear them? Go around. Still talking about that jade? ! "

"No. It has absolutely nothing to do with her. I swear by my lofty moral character." Lin Wanrong hurriedly waved and swears righteously.

The fairy shook her head helplessly and gently pulled out her sword. The bright sword sharpened in front of him a few times, and shouted: "Wipe the mess on your face first, this is not a bite that can only come out of grief and joy."

Jian Feng's shadow clearly reflected on his blade, and a light lipstick mark on his black face. It looks like a crescent moon crooked in the sky. clear and distinct. Beautiful and seductive.

"Well." Lin Wanrong hurriedly covered his face and was shocked: "Where is this place? Why didn't I notice it? Lao Hu, they were so unrighteous. I was conspired, and they didn't even come to save me. Ah , Ah, sister, don't poke me-I know, it must be Yu Jiagan, but hate my carelessness, why didn't I notice it? "

"Brush", the silver needle in Ning Yuxi's hand shot like lightning, and was immersed in the trunk in front. The fairy smiled and said, "What do you do with me? An Shimei said that the silver needles would be moldy in your pocket. You must often take them out to air dry to keep him sharp! I don't know what she said right."

"Yes, yes, that makes sense." The thief hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You," Fairy poked on his forehead angrily: "It's so dishonest! If An Shimei is here, you don't know how much bitterness she has to eat, she will do whatever she says, and you will feel good about it . "

After hearing the fairy mentioning An Biru, the seductive fox-cheeking cheek appeared in front of her, and the little thief smiled and said, "Sister don't worry about me. She will do it, and I will do it too. The little brother recently learned a new skill, called Grasp the dragon and grab the hand, and break the underwear method, oh, no, it's the internal method. It can be described as indestructible, fast and unbreakable, and when I have time, I also consult with my sister to make progress together. "

Hear what kung fu is when he talks about underwear exercises. Ning Yuxi gave a quick and quiet voice, his face flushed, and he was interrupted by this, but he couldn't even say what he had taught him. After a long silence, I sighed, "You just talked, and I listened. The Yuga, I'm afraid I really have affection for you."

"Not necessarily," Lin Wanrong said cautiously, "this little girl is not so easy to deal with, really

False is true, and suddenly it becomes so frank. Who knows that she is not a means, acting in a play? !! Supposedly, my sister said that I was really scared of her. "

"This is called being bitten by a snake, and afraid of the rope for ten years." Ning Xianzi smiled and said, "Don't worry about it. In two days, wait for the sheep meeting to take down the Hu Ren Wangting. You can never see her again. "

"I think so too-never to see you again." Lin Wanrong hesitated, Zheng focused his head, staring at the heavy setting sun, his heart felt unspeakable.

It's strange to believe you! The fairy skimmed her lips. I just saw the tiredness on his face, and suddenly he felt soft, and never wanted to talk about other people's affairs. The two hugged each other tightly, condensing into the huge sunset, a pair of inseparable shadows—

"drive--"

"drive--"

There were hooves on the wide grasslands, one after another. Horsemen in droves rushed across the grassland. The momentum was extraordinary, looking at that number, there were thousands of people.

Just strange. These thousands of Hu people are divided into horse teams of different sizes. The big ones are seventy or eighty people, the small ones. There are only a dozen people. The horses are separated by a distance of at least two miles, and they are separated from each other. Suddenly scattered. It ’s like practicing a formation. Countless large and small white tents, like sky-like clouds, spread slowly on the dark green grassland.

Another hoof sounded. Dozens of black spots came over like the wind.

The distance is extremely long, and the night is gradually falling. No one even looked up at them.

In the twilight, dozens of sturdy Turks rushed fast, and the knights in horses wore large huts and were galloping. With the body tightly resting on the horse's back, it was like a bow and arrow ready to be sheathed at any time. Occasionally, his cheeks were sullen. There is a faint murderous look.

Night will rise. Such fast horses are everywhere on the grassland. The tribes are independent, and no one will pay attention to these dozens of horses.

"Yu-" The leader in front grasped the stable. The pace of Turkic Malaysia slowed down slowly. He led the horse a few steps. Turning his head: "General, proceed with caution! Kizil is only twenty miles away."

"Twenty miles?" Lin Wanrong pulled the turkish robe down, revealing his covered cheek. Eyeballs turned round and bones, and looked around vigilantly: "Where is this Huren? There are one Tudor, one Tudor, hundreds of Tudors! They are only twenty miles away from Kizil. Why not go into the city? "

Xu Zhen returned the first news from yesterday. By the afternoon of the second return today. Lu Dongzan led a army of 100,000 troops to travel three hundred miles away. Already stunned, General Lin commanded a wave. The army is advancing rapidly. The pace of Dahua Iron Riding has already reached the periphery of Kizil. One hundred and thirty miles away from the Huting Wangting, they could even feel the Huren breathing.

At this crucial moment when Mars could ignite the battlefield, Lin Wanrong was no longer satisfied with the reward of relying only on scouts. He did not see the situation of Kizil in person, and he was always unreliable. Then, in the twilight, Hu Bugui came to investigate in person.

It's really hundreds of Tudors! Hu Bugui reluctantly smiled: "General, these are all the tribal elites who come to participate in the Sheep Conference. The grassland event will be held the day after tomorrow. What do they run into the city by not doing their final exercises?"

"These are all here to participate in the Sheep Conference?" Lin Wanrong was shocked. Among the galloping teams on the grassland, the horses galloped, and immediately the knights tossed and twisted and jumped. Various difficult movements were frequent, just like playing. Juggling, his body seemed to grow on horseback.

Hu Bugui nodded: "Yes. Each of these horse teams is an elite of the Hu tribe. You see, they have their own flags."

Sure enough, different flags, such as the eagle flag, the fox flag, and the rabbit flag, fluttered in the tent and barracks, and each tribal land sign was different. Lin Wanrong hesitated, and pointed at a barracks a little further away and laughed: "Are there sparrow flags? This Hu Ren is really unique!"

Hu Bugui glanced a little, and saw that a vivid bird was painted on the banner, flying up proudly. Old Hu couldn't help it: "General Yu, that, that's not a sparrow!"

"Isn't it a sparrow?" Lin Wanrong frowned. "Is it a turtle dove ?! On the grassland, the gene has mutated, and the turtle dove has grown like this-not as good as a sparrow!"

Lao Hu's face turned red: "General, this is neither a sparrow nor a turtle dove. It's called a lark, cough, cough, the lark who can sing. Using a lark bird as a flag means that the tribe is light and smart and can sing. Good dance."

"It turned out to be Lark," Lin Wanrong said twice, indignantly, "Hu Ren's painting skills are really bad. I didn't recognize it as a fly, it was already cheap for them!"

"Yuyu (OK)-" He didn't say a word, so he heard a large burst of excitement from the "fly" tribe.

People hurriedly looked around.

I saw ten horses running in the "fly" tribe. An all-huskin man hugs his horseback and hangs half under the horse's belly. The superb Turkic horse is slippery on its back, with neither saddle nor pedals, galloping like the wind. The Hu Ren snorted and turned around under the horse. However, he turned over from the other side, and then rotated two hundred and sixty degrees, continuously crossing and turning over from the belly of the horse. I did it three times in one breath. The rider did not change his face and did not beat. The action is clean and beautiful, and the heroic posture is refreshing. The applause from the sidelines watching the thunder. Envy.

Lin Wanrong blinked, *, holding her mare for three turns. Isn't he dizzy? It's a shame this guy didn't go to tango! !!

Speaking of equestrian, after all, it has experienced countless lives and deaths on horseback. Lin Wanrong can also be regarded as skilled, but compared with this Turkic person. It is much worse. Even though they are hostile, none of them admire Turkic equestrianism.

"This lark bird tribe. When we are grazing sheep, it is better not to come across." Lin Wanrong waited for a long time, and finally came up with such a sentence.

Hu Bugui nodded sympathetically. Haven't spoken yet. Then he heard the rapid anger and angrily shouting from the other side. Looking back, I saw hundreds of fast horses rushing across the grassland like a fierce whirlwind.

A **** sheep's head was thrown up from time to time and landed on a distant ground. Hundreds of Turks rushed forward madly. The machete in his hand was mercilessly slashed towards the front tribe. The two sides are divided into two factions. Dogfight into a group. Whoever grabs the sheep's head is the worst.

Lin Wanrong was stunned: "A sheep can still use a knife? *, Is this a sheep or a chop ?!"

"Of course I used a knife." Hu Bugui said, "General, you haven't seen this sheep competition, it's normal to not understand. I will talk to you at the end. This sheep is not a sheep. Ground. Before the yak meeting, the Turks have to kill a few fat sheep. Cut off the head and hoof, and soak the sheep in water. You must also irrigate the belly of the sheep. This will make the sheep tough. Will be torn. "

This is understandable. Lin Wanrong nodded: "What do you want to do with the knife? Isn't cutting mutton impossible?"

Lao Hu shook his head: "It's not cutting mutton. It's cutting people. At the beginning of the mutton conference, the Turkic people will choose a person who will give the order. He will place the sheep in the center of the grassland. There are fewer teams participating in the test. Dozens of people, as many as hundreds of people, each rides a tall horse, the distance from that sheep's body must be the same. Just wait for an order. Each team will let the horse roar. Each team will have a division of labor, rush, cover And blocking. No matter what means you use, cut with a knife, shoot with a gun, as long as you can grab the sheep from the opponent and reach the destination first, you are the winner. "

Lin Wanrong fought a cold war. Where is this sheep competition? The Hu Ren is indeed a Hu Ren, the brutality is not ordinary, and the mutton sheep contest is more ornamental than rugby and also bloody.

"However, the Hu people are certainly not stupid enough to kill themselves. In addition to being masked to prevent personal grievances, the teams must be on the field with swords and guns, which is what we have When it comes to blunt knives, they have been checked beforehand. Generally, those who can't cut dead people are at most lacking arms and broken legs. And like the tribe we see now, although the land is fierce, it is only conducting actual combat exercises. The lamb conference is too far away. "

Isn't a blunt knife a knife? Listening to Lao Hu's introduction, Lin Wanrong's heart suddenly became cold, and this sheep meeting was not so fun. If he throws his small life on the ranch of sheep on the ground, it is really Dahua ’s biggest joke.

"That, Brother Hu, I thought about it carefully," Lin Wanrong said solemnly: "If you must lamb the sheep ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ let's choose the lark first. Now it seems that compared with the sword here , The lark is completely embroidered with fists. "

In a word, everyone laughed. In fact, everyone knew that if they were weak, they were the weakest.

"Brother Hu, how do we sign up ?!"

Lao Hu shook his head slightly: "No registration is required. This Lamb Conference is about advancing with the battle. As long as there are people who dare to challenge, any winner must fight unconditionally, no matter how many games you have played, of course, the tribe has failed. There is no right to bid, and the tribe that wins must be qualified for at least three battles. Therefore, the winner of this lamb conference is the real prairie warrior. And why do the tribes of the prairie treat the elite This is the reason for sending to the Lamb Conference. "

The Turks were indeed fierce enough, so the grassland warriors chosen in this way were all to be expected. Lin Wanrong shouted: "Since this sheep meeting must be going, we don't need to care about him now. Brother Hu, let's go forward and see Kizil."

"No, it's too dangerous ahead!" Hu Bugui replied, and he heard the earth shiver fiercely. In the distance there was a cloud of dust, and the dense Turkic iron rides, like a violent flood, swept over them.