After three days and two nights of non-stop travel, Ling Ziran came to the Western Regions for the first time in Yunyi's life, looking at the endless prairie, and the mood was extremely comfortable. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sitting on horseback, holding a dog's tail grass, wandering slowly, Yunyi can't ride a horse, hugging Ling Ziran's waist tightly, and he won't leave his hand when he dies!

"I said, can you not hold it so tightly, you are about to be strangled!" Ling Ziran looked at the pair of white hands on her waist with a smile, wanting to pull her away, but she was afraid of hurting her.

Yunyi's voice trembled, but she refused to let go, "No, no...... If I let go, I'll fall......" Yunyi hugged her and didn't let go of her no matter what she said.

Ling Ziran ran out of options, so he had to dismount and walk around the grassland with the reins of the horse, and he didn't know where Gao Yun and Ling Fei were......

Yunyi was relieved, and finally let go of the hand that was around Ling Zi's waist.

They walked around the grassland for an afternoon, seeing that the sun was about to go down, and their stomachs were also singing empty city plans, and when they saw a yurt not far away, they hurriedly moved forward.

Resting at a herding family, fortunately, this family had a good heart, took them in, and brought them two bowls of hot milk tea to warm them up, which was very moving.

Thanks to Ling Ziran being an agent before the crossing, he usually deals with people from various countries, and he also knows a little bit of Mongolian language, so it is not a problem to communicate with them normally.

When night falls, think of the old people.

The temperature in the Western Regions has also dropped a lot at night, Ling Ziran is wrapped in a thick futon, standing outside the yurt, looking up at the starry night sky in the sky, the brightest star should be the North Star.

I don't know why, staring at that star, it suddenly turned into Jun Mochen's deep and charming eyes, and the starry night sky also painted his long black hair, sword eyebrows into the sideburns, a high nose bridge, and that charming thin lip......

Thinking of that thin lip, Ling Ziran's face was hot, and he stretched out his hand and touched his lips, as if there was still residual warmth left by him, it was obviously cold, but he felt so hot.

At the same time, in the opposite of this yurt, a luxurious yurt stands in front of the open window, a long figure, and the flickering candle flame illuminates his blurred outline.

The cloak embroidered with the golden dragon covered his majestic body, and a gust of evening wind blew his hair, and for some reason, his back looked a little desolate.

With a long sigh, he reached out and grabbed the air, and the evening breeze knocked him into a sigh.

"Dye'er, what can relieve my lovesickness?"

Since when, and I don't know when it started, her smile has been deeply imprinted in his mind and heart.

When I saw her for the first time, I had a feeling of déjà vu, an indescribable feeling, my heart was sour when I thought of her, and the first time I said coldly to her, she showed that indifferent look to herself, which made him panic for the first time.

At that time, she was dressed in red and swaying, and her black hair was flowing, like a fantasy, which made him feel like he couldn't grasp it.

She contracted the cold, and for the first time he put down his body to take care of a person himself, and when she was uncomfortable and sweating, he wiped her sweat and patted her back to relieve her pain, which she did not know, no one knew, and he would not let her know.

Because he felt that there was no need to let her know that it was right to do these things, instead of speaking out, and winning her heart in such an extreme way, no, it would make him panic if it was so easy to get.

Since he admitted that he liked her, that scoundrel and black-bellied little woman had to give her the best, whether it was material or spiritual, she deserved and deserved it.

No, it should be said that it is his honor to be able to have her, and he doesn't mind lowering his status for her, because she is his own woman, the only woman!

Dye'er, in this life, you are mine, and you can only be mine!

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Bai Tuohan hurried back to the Western Regions, and before he could take a sip of tea, he was called by the Khan, so he had to change into clean clothes and follow the little guard.

"See Khan." Bai Tuohan changed into Mongolian clothes, looking majestic and heroic, and the depth and stability between his eyebrows and eyes did not decrease in front of the Khan.

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This week, I will present three chapters, and I will try my best to do more next week!!