Chapter 837: Where is the Wine in the Stomach (1)

Chapter 837: Where is the wine in the bowels?

Xu Qing is now on fire in his belly, he had been entangled for a long time before he had the courage to meet this irresponsible father, but he didn't expect that when he came here, he would be whipped and shot, and no one could bear this matter, and now he still wanted to run to send the key to the imperial tomb in a low voice? Don't even think about this kind of hot face sticking to a cold ass.

Seeing that he was really moved, Da Leng didn't dare to come forward to persuade him, so he could only turn his head to the two Mongols who came with him, and said in a low voice: "Both, the key to the imperial tomb is very important, and I ask you to go back to the Ming Khan." ”

The two Mongols are the personal guards of the King of Ahig Khan, and they were ordered to invite the young man who came to offer the key to the imperial tomb to meet the Khan, but he didn't expect such a situation to occur, if it were ordinary people, I am afraid that these two would have been angry, but the person in front of him obviously can't use the method of treating ordinary people, and the buckle face rolling on the ground is the best proof.

One of the two guards is called Tengtemu and the other is called Suharto, among which Tengtemu is also the chief of guard of the Khan King, and is known as the first warrior of the Chahara royal family, just now he clearly saw Xu Qing avoid the bullet and use a horse rein to knock down more than a dozen strong men with guns under Miss Bova, this ability No one in the entire royal city can do it, maybe there is one, but I only heard rumors, I haven't seen it with my own eyes.

This kind of powerful person cannot be offended casually, and Tengtemu said to Suharto on the side: "I will go over and report to the Khan King immediately, and you will accompany them here and take this." With that, he shoved a yellow metal sign into Suharto's hand, turned around and ran quickly towards the city gate.

Xu Qing finished smoking a cigarette, grabbed the water bladder on the side, opened the lid and poured it up, hey! This bag is not clear water, but a good wine brought from Qiangba's house, and he cares about it, and the wine is drunk the same.

After pouring a few sips of spirits, the whole person suddenly felt a burst of heat, and he reached out and unfastened the chest buckle in two, so that it could be more comfortable. Daleng stood aside obediently, he didn't ask what happened just now, but one thing is certain, Battle is in a bad mood today, don't come forward to talk about yourself.

"Come, sit down and take a sips." Xu Qing stretched out the leather bag in his hand and handed it to Daleng, who quickly reached out to catch it, sat down and drank a few sips with his neck tilted, wiped his mouth and took a long sigh of relief: "Good wine, only a beautiful character can make the best wine on the grassland, but unfortunately there is no meat to send wine." ”

Xu Qing smiled and said, "You kid haven't eaten yet, right?" There's jerky in the bag over there, go get some out and drink it. ”

Da Leng then remembered that Wang Cheng had prepared a lot of food in front of him, and people would be self-reliant regardless of food, if it weren't for Xu Qing's reminder, he almost got into the horns, and he always thought that the people in Wang Cheng would be hospitable, and it was the safest to eat their own.

The bag of dried meat was less than two meters behind him, Daleng turned around and easily took it in his hand, only to see those guys who were pumped all over their faces one by one followed a white woman to the direction of the city gate, and after walking a few steps, they would turn back from time to time to look at this side, as if they were afraid that Xu Qing would rush up and whip them again.

It has been a while since Daleng left the royal city, and he didn't know who Beauva was, but he felt that this white woman's belly was round and big, and she was definitely a good mother-in-law, and he didn't bother to study the origin.