Azgul said "ah", her pretty face was flushed, and even her neck was covered with a layer of powder.

"I ...... I'll wipe it for you. Azgul was a little flustered, and as she spoke, she reached out and wiped it.

It's just that after she wiped it twice, her hand stiffened, and then she withdrew her hand like a snake bite.

As a medical school graduate, Azgul certainly knew what she had just touched.

Ye Cheng was also a little embarrassed, this girl looked beautiful, but how could she feel like she was missing roots.

At dusk, the train finally arrived at Loucheng Station.

When I got out of the train station, I saw a golden yellow in front of me.

The castle is not large, most of them are low houses made of yellow rocks, and camels and horses carry goods on the roads with big thorns.

The people's decorations are very exotic, especially the women here, with high noses and big eyes, and snow-white complexions, most of them are quite beautiful.

Of course, Azgul is still outstanding here.

Standing on a high place, you can see the sparse greenery outside the city, and beyond that, there is an endless desert area.

Qian Yan was picked up by a car, but Azgul silently followed behind Ye Cheng.

"Aren't you going to the hospital to apply for a job?" Ye Cheng glanced at Azigul and asked.

"It's this point, and no one receives it. Azgul said.

"Yes. Ye Cheng nodded.

At this moment, Azgul suddenly exclaimed in surprise, pointed to a white yurt not far away, and said, "There is a yurt hotel." ”

Ye Cheng looked over and saw that dozens of white yurts were built in the open space not far away, and a sign stood on them: Accommodation.

This kind of yurt, unlike the yurt, has a name called the Kazakh White House, and the decoration inside is very ethnic.

Ye Cheng felt quite interesting and said, "Then let's stay here tonight." ”

"Well, I haven't lived in a yurt for a long time. Azgul said excitedly.

It's just that the two went over to ask and found that there was only one room left, and the rest was packed by a caravan.

"The two of you just need to live in one room, our girls in Western Xinjiang are so enthusiastic that they won't care. The boss was a little old man, speaking a mouthful of Chinese with the smell of mutton, and smiling ambiguously at Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng didn't care, he looked at Azgul.

"I'm fine, on the train, don't we sleep together?" said Azgul in a low voice.

Since she has no problem, then Ye Cheng has settled down.

The yurt was large and covered with a fine wool carpet that was very comfortable to step on barefoot.

At this time, Azgul took off her shoes and jumped in them like a fairy.

Seeing Ye Cheng looking at her, Azgul grinned, and actually danced the folk dance of Western Xinjiang.

Ye Cheng smiled and appreciated, sure enough, everyone in Western Xinjiang can sing and dance.

"Is it good-looking?" asked Azgul by holding the veil on her head, then turning around twice in front of Ye Cheng.

"Good-looking, like a fairy descending from heaven. Ye Cheng did not hesitate to praise himself.

"Uncle said just now, there will be a moon worship food party later, and of course our Western Xinjiang dance is better to wear national costumes and dance. Azgul said.

In Western Xinjiang, there are two major religions, one is to worship the moon and the other is to shine on the sun, and there are many believers, but most of them are ordinary people.

The Rushan Venerable that Ye Cheng killed last time was from the Zhaori Sect, and he should be a core high-level figure.

Soon, night fell.

A roaring bonfire is lit in the center of these yurts, on which the two roasted whole sheep already emit an enticing aroma.

Azguli wore bright western Xinjiang national costumes, and was glamorous.

She took Ye Cheng's hand and sat down at a low table.

At this time, the two roasted whole lambs were divided and served on the table.

Immediately, an old man with a few braids appeared and said something in Western Xinjiang.

Then, more than 100 people from Western Xinjiang stood up and gathered in the center.

"You're not a Lunatic cultist, just sit. Azgul said, and got up and went to the center.

Under the command of the old man, they worship the moon with special body language.

The ceremony lasted for a few minutes, and the old man in the lead let out a loud shout.

Immediately, the carnival began.

Some people sing, some dance, some laugh and drink wine and eat meat.

Ye Cheng was nibbling on roast mutton, drinking wine, and watching a group of girls from Western Xinjiang dancing enchantingly, which was also very pleasant.

At this time, the group of girls from the western frontier spread out like blooming petals, and Azgul straightened up from the center and began to spin.

Accompanied by the cheerful two-stringed harp, Azgul's skirt fluttered, and the hair bands of various colors fluttered like a rainbow.

The corners of her eyes were charming, twisting her snow-white neck, and from time to time she flew a charming glance to Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng applauded, but he watched it with relish.

At this moment, Azgul suddenly took a sheep's horn with a ribbon, spun it more than a dozen times, and came to Ye Cheng's face, then bent down and handed the horn to Ye Cheng.

Azgul blinked wide-eyed, enthusiastic and shy, and just looked at Ye Cheng like this.

Ye Cheng was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and took it, and gave me the sheep's horns?

Immediately, Azgul smiled, she poured a glass of wine, and suddenly poured it on Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng stretched out his hand and grabbed her waist.

Azgul put the wine glass to Ye Cheng's mouth and fed him a glass of wine.

Immediately, she left like a butterfly.

Around, all the men in Western Xinjiang suddenly rushed over with wine glasses, wanting to fight with Ye Cheng.

Ye Cheng did not refuse, and the alcohol was washed by spiritual power in the body, and it was decomposed.

Staying late at night, Ye Cheng was already surrounded by a large number of people.

At this time, Ye Cheng had already figured out some taste, and these men were envious that he had hooked up with the most beautiful girl here, so they wanted to get him drunk.

Ye Cheng took the horn and entered the yurt, thinking that he would ask Azgul if there was any meaning to the horn later......

It's just that as soon as he entered it, Ye Cheng saw Azgul sitting quietly at the head of the bed.

Seeing Ye Cheng come in, Azgul immediately got up, pulled him to sit down, and then turned on the water, wrung out a towel and wiped his face.

"That...... I'll do it myself. Ye Cheng was a little unaccustomed.

"No, that's what we women do. Azgul couldn't help but say, and began to help Ye Cheng wipe it, she wiped it very carefully, and her ears, the front and back of her neck did not fall.

Immediately, she squatted down again, removed Ye Cheng's shoes and socks, put his feet in the basin and began to wash his feet.

"Eh, Azgul, you ......" Ye Cheng couldn't help but speak.

However, Azgul raised her eyes, smiled at him, and continued to wash his feet.

After cleaning, Ye Cheng sat on the bed.

And Azgul took the horn and placed it at the head of the bed.

Immediately, she blushed and began to strip off her clothes.

Ye Cheng watched a little stunned as Azgul's clothes slipped off, and his throat was dry.

Azgul turned around in front of him proudly, then got on the bed and squeezed into Ye Cheng's arms.

"Azgul!" Ye Cheng is not a restless Yanagishita Megumi, but he is not a person who can be easily confused by beauty, he frowned and snorted.

"Call me Guli, in our clan, you accept my horns as a person, the moon god witnesses, and you will not give up in this life. Azgul said in a low voice.

Ye Cheng smiled bitterly, the problem was that he didn't know.

Azgul is beautiful, but no matter how beautiful she is, the two have only known each other for a long time, and besides, he is now on the run, and he has no heart to fall in love.

"I know you don't know, it's me who is selfish, from the moment you save me, you are my hero, whether you accept me or not, I only recognize you in this life. Azgul looked at Ye Cheng and said firmly.

As she spoke, her body writhing in Ye Cheng's arms.

Ye Cheng is not a saint, and his desire has been held back for a long time.

In this situation, he didn't want to endure it anymore, so he suddenly turned over and pressed Azgul under him.

But just as Ye Cheng was about to take the sword and reach it, a crescent moon mark suddenly appeared on Azguli's forehead.

At the same time, a cold air surged from his lower body, directly freezing Ye Cheng's body to stiffen.

Ye Cheng took a breath of aura, and suddenly pulled out and flipped to the side, shivering.

"it...... What the hell ......" Ye Cheng's aura ran around his body, which drove away the cold qi in his body.

This cold is very terrifying, if it is an ordinary person, it is estimated that it will be directly frozen into an ice sculpture.

He looked towards Azgul, only to find that she had fallen asleep and the moonlight mark on her forehead was missing.

"Sister, come here twice like this, Lao Tzu has to wither. Ye Cheng muttered, that desire had long been frozen.

He stretched out his hand and placed it on Azgul's forehead, but a force bounced back the spiritual power he had infiltrated.

Ye Cheng frowned, this Azgul is not simple.

What is that crescent moon seal? Could it be related to Lunatic worship?