On the vast grassland, when the wind blows, it reveals horses and lambs grazing in the distance. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

A man of about forty years of age sat on horseback, waving a long leather whip in his hand and singing a ballad heartily.

"Abba, Abba, Uncle Kodak Khan is here again with a guest. ”

Hearing the sound, the man on horseback turned his head to look in the direction of the sound, it was a child in a navy blue coat, the whole head of dark yellow hair was tied into a piece of red silk rope, and he looked to be in his six or seven years.

The man stopped his movements and stared at the child, his eyes were also slowly bent into a Dao Moon arc, showing a smile, "Kema, I know, I'll go back, you watch here first." ”

At the end of the sentence, the horse galloped away with the man.

Kodak Khan is his younger brother, who disappeared more than a decade ago. Three months ago, I suddenly brought back a group of friends, and I appeared in front of them like this.

In the middle of the day, the horses stopped at the tents, and many of the working slaves stopped, and shouted to the man from afar, "General Kokul is back."

"Hmm."

The man on horseback rolled down from his saddle and dismounted, nodded slightly and gestured to the slaves, he was the general of the Huangyang tribe - Ke Jier. It's just ironic that their tribe had already submitted to Lu Guo six years ago, and he, the general, watched the envoys dressed in heavy brocade come to their tribe, standing proudly in front of the prostrated monarch, accepting the submission of their tribe. And he could only keep the saber in his hand on his waist, not in the chest cavity of the enemy.

A slave walked towards Kokir, respectfully took the reins from him, and led the horse to the stable.

Kogill made a beeline for one of the tents, pulling open a corner of the tent.

Everyone in the tent looked at him, and the eyes were cold and bloodthirsty, just like soldiers who went to the battlefield to kill people and kill numbly, leaving only soldiers wielding weapons.

"Ahha, this is my brother Rusty Tooth. A burly, bald man stepped out of the crowd and took a step forward.

Mu Boyi was slightly stunned, it was the first time he had seen such a bold appearance of "Pick", and he still remembered the first time he saw the man in front of him, "You are rusty teeth, you shouldn't be my opponent!"

"Why?"

"I'll kill you, replace you, I'm the cold-blooded executioner in the Killer League. ”

At that time, Mu Boyi was only twelve years old, and he was already sixteen, a whole head taller than Mu Boyi.

When Mu Boyi lost his mind, Ko Jar looked at him. Ke Guer's eyes narrowed slightly, the man in front of him gave him a very strange feeling, obviously he was dressed as a scholar, but behind him was carrying something wrapped in a white cloth, Ke Guer knew that the white cloth was wrapped in a hook and sickle.

"Mu Boyi, my name. ”

Before Kodak could speak, Mu Boyi just said, "I haven't seen Brother Kodak Khan for a few years, and he remembers it wrong. ”

At the end of the sentence, Ke Er was slightly stunned, and he would not be able to misremember the name if he hadn't seen him for a few years.

"Ahha, it's true that I'm mistaken, in the early years, Brother Boyi wanted to change his name and live again, but I forgot about it. After a moment of distraction, he patted his head heavily, revealing a hint of abruptness, and then looked towards Mu Boyi, his eyes playful.

Hearing his brother's explanation, the thought crossed his mind, but his face didn't show it, and it was nothing to him.

He took a few big steps, walked to Mu Boyi's side, raised his rough hand and patted it heavily, his voice was rough and hoarse, "Ke Jier!"

Mu Boyi smiled faintly, such a hearty man, it was hard for him to imagine what the past was like, he could gallop horses on the grassland, why did he want to be a killer.

Several women in heavy robes pulled out the tents, and in their hands were wine and roasted otter meat.

Several of the women's faces were fair, their heads bowed slightly, and they had a hundred birds on their robes, and they made a slight sound when they stepped on the ground in cloth boots made of thick canvas.

After the few of them put the food on the table, they respectfully withdrew.

"What country is Brother Boyi from?"

After the group sat down separately, Ke Guer slowly opened his mouth and asked Mu Boyi.

"Didn't tell me that day. Mu Boyi raised the table and poured a silver wine jar, motioned to Ke Jiuer from afar, and drank it all in one gulp.

The fishy taste of the herding people's wine choked Mu Boyi, and he coughed violently again.

It was the first time he had drunk such wine in all these years.

"Hah.... Hah..."

Ke Jier's hearty laughter sounded in the tent, and he looked at the coughing Mu Boyi and poured a sip of wine, and asked, "Why did Brother Boyi say that?"

"In the war-torn situation, I was born not long ago, and my parents died, so I don't want to know my own homeland on this day. ”

Mu Boyi's face turned red, and after he breathed a sigh of relief, he replied slowly.

After hearing this, he fell silent, and just as he was about to raise the wine glass in his hand, the curtain of the tent was lifted again, and a man with a scimitar trotted in front of him, knelt down on one knee, and raised his head, "General, the Lord has an urgent matter to find you now." ”

Ke Er put down the wine glass and walked out with a slight bow towards Mu Boyi and the others, and the man followed.

Mu Boyi smiled slightly when he saw this, and it was rare to say that he would leave like this, and he would not procrastinate.

As soon as Kogiel walked out of the tent, the tent was instantly quiet, their killers didn't like to talk, and killing people was nothing more than a matter of swords.

After a while, when he had finished drinking the wine in his hand, he stood up, lifted the curtain of the tent, and looked out, and saw that Kogar was already far away, and he lowered the curtain again.

Qing Yu sat there, he looked at it, then at Mu Boyi, shook his head, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, "It's interesting, one lives in the dream he gave, and the other lives in the dream he gave." ”

Chu and Mu Boyi didn't open their mouths when they heard Yu Ran's words, and both of them knew the meaning of Qing Yu's words.

gave up the identity of "Kodak Khan" and became a killer of the "Killer Gate", but Mu Boyi lived under the influence of Li Ziqian.

There was a cloudy shadow in the cup, and Mu Boyi spoke: "When I saw the dove when I came, there seemed to be something more in his eyes. ”

"He fell in love with a woman, the daughter of Yue Guo Zhao Wuwu. Pursed his lips and chuckled, he couldn't help but think of the scene when he got up to Yue Guo to pick up the dove--- a big bowl of wine, the dove was covered with dense wounds, and his eyes were in a trance.

"Zhao Wuke's daughter?" Mu Boyi read softly, "That Zhao Wuwu is not a person who is easy to kill, he did not die under Zhao Wuke's sword, but left his heart in the Zhao Mansion." ”

"He can't be a good short blade anymore, and the emotional short blade can't pierce the throat of his prey. Qing Yu took the words of the two, and his eyes swept over Mu Boyi.

Mu Boyi felt Qing Yu's gaze, and he stood up, "I went to the place prompted by the shadow gate, and there was no news from the dove for a long time. ”

"No, you have too much scholarly smell on you, you can't blend into this grassland now, I'll go, I'm more like a herdsman." He grabbed Mu Boyi, and his cold gaze turned into a warm smile, which made Mu Boyi stunned.

After getting out of the tent, Qingyu took a big sip of wine, shook his head and chuckled, "Mu Boyi.. Mu Boyi.. A person with a name and a surname no longer has a title like me, which may be dead or alive, but more likely is that this title is not used by people, it is a tool! I'm Light Feather, but what is Light Feather?"

"Hah.... Ha ....."

Qing Yu's voice became louder and louder, falling on Mu Boyi's ears, his expression became sad, they can be called a person like this, and they occasionally look at the newborn sun when they are alive, and they think that they have been dead for a long time.

Thinking of this, Mu Boyi sat down, ignoring the spicy liquor, drank it all in one gulp, and coughed violently again.

When people passing by outside the tent heard the sound, they thought it was about to cough out the lobes of their lungs.

(To be continued.) )