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Extra-19 (I)

Nineteen, thinking about the old.

If I hadn't mentioned it accidentally, I might have almost forgotten when I started calling this name.

If you think about it, it seems to have happened when I was four years old.

That summer, it was cool on the Nayong Mudco steppe, and I walked along the nomadic road with Abba and Eminem, and the weather was fine, and the sun was not as hot as it had been rumored, at least for me, it felt fine.

When we reached Lake Maji, Abba and Eminem stopped, and they set up a tall tent on the shore of the lake, and asked Mipoya to sit with me on the haystack and watch over the sheep.

Abba said, Miboya is the patron saint of our family, but also my patron saint, when Eminem gave birth to me, because of long-term anorexia and hard work caused by dystocia, it was Mipoa's arrival, saved my life, but no one has ever known, this beautiful Tibetan mastiff came from, I asked Eminem, Eminem shook his head, I asked Abba, Aba said I don't know, until later, when Zhu Bigu took me away, I told me that it was the king of mastiffs, and it was the blessing that the god of the snow mountain brought me.

That was the first time I left my hometown, followed Eminem, Aba began the nomadic life, the night of Maji Lake is very beautiful, the moonlight sprinkled down, the lake surface seems to float a layer of silver white veil, occasionally a few gusts of wind, the shore of the aquatic plants began to sway graceful waist, dancing.

I lay on the small wooden bed by the window, listening to the music of nature in my ears, but I couldn't sleep, Miboa seemed to feel my excitement, and her two amber eyes flickered in the darkness, like the stars outside the window, constantly stirring my little curiosity.

"Mipoa, let's sneak out and play, okay?". I want to go to the other side of the lake to pick a few small white flowers, and I want to lie on the prairie and watch the moon.

Mipoa whispered a "whin", and the voice sounded as if it was answering "yes".

"Hehe, Mipoa, you want to go out too, don't you, let's go?" I was happy all at once, and quickly rolled out of bed, and dressed myself quickly with my little arms and legs.

The night beauty of the Nayong Muco Prairie in summer is very beautiful, but the temperature difference between day and night is huge, and the wind is a little strong, so it is not enough to wear a thin shirt, at least a woolen sweater.

By the time I got dressed, Mipoa was already in good spirits by the gate.

I smiled and crept over, like a thief, not daring to make too much noise, because Eminem slept in the room next to me, and she had always slept lightly, and the slightest breeze could wake her up from her sleep.

One step, one step, one step at a time.

It's just three meters away, but it seems to be so far away from heaven and earth, but no matter what, I have to praise the god of the snowy mountain, because I managed to run out.

"Beautiful grassland, my home/The wind blows the green grass everywhere, the flowers are everywhere/The colorful butterflies are flying, and the birds are singing/The horses are like colorful clouds/The cattle and sheep are like pearls scattering ......"

Outside the tent, the night was endless, the sky was as dark as ink, and Shiye was completely immersed in a quiet atmosphere, isolated from the concept of time. Here, every flower, every tree, every grass, everything seems to be as beautiful as the song says, even though the season is not spring, but summer, not day, but night.

I craned my neck and leaned tightly on Mipoa's back, and galloped until the other side of Lake Maji before I stopped, and before I could get closer, the faint but refreshing fragrance of the little white flowers on the shore of the lake wafted over.

"It's so beautiful!"

I immediately spread my feet, thinking that if Eminem smelled these flowers, her light sleep problem would be improved, so I ran more and more, and ran farther and farther, until I saw a dozen points of green faint light, which suddenly shot out of the grass, and with the sound of rustling footsteps, I realized that I had unconsciously run to a dangerous dirt slope.

"Whew......"

Just after the dozen or so points of green light flashed, in the distance, suddenly there were several cold wolf howls, and by the light of the moon, I soon saw at least eight wild wolves with broad bones but thin bones, coming from the grass, majestically.

"Eminem, Abba, there are wolves ......"

At the age of four, I was absolutely frightened, I didn't react anything, I was stunned on the spot, I didn't even feel scared, the whole person fell into a state of numbness, the only thing I could sense was the blue-gray head wolf with a relatively strong physique, and the fishy smell in my mouth was more disgusting than Abba's stinky socks.

Completely contrary to my reaction, the moment the wolves appeared, Mipoa rushed to me as soon as possible, half-bowed, and motioned for me to climb up, it wanted to take me away, if I was awake, we had every chance to leave, if that was the case, maybe there would not have been a series of tragedies that happened later.

But fate is so fond of playing tricks on people.

Because of my reaction, the wolves were given enough time to fight, and they began to surround from all sides in a horn-wrenching manner, and Mipoa seemed to know that there was no escape, so she simply stood up and glared at the wolf on the other side with a fierce look.

After all, the mastiff king is the mastiff king, just by looking at it, it makes the head wolf fearful, and the powerful aura forces the other party to move forward, and involuntarily slows down a little.

The dog is four feet tall and is a mastiff.

Miboya is in the Tibetan mastiff race, although it is the king of the mastiff, the size is not as big as others say, but the bloodline is still noble, facing nearly ten steppe wolves, not only did not have the slightest timidity, but showed more spirit, its arched head was high, and the mane around the neck was erect, like a lion, and the posture was elegant.

I had always thought that Mipoa was as docile as a sheepdog raised in an ordinary herdsman's house, but I never thought that he would have such a majestic side.

The appearance of Miboya obviously disrupted the attack policy of the wolves, perhaps because they knew the strength of the mastiff king, they did not dare to have the slightest distraction, under the leadership of the head wolf, nearly ten steppe wolves rushed up, opened their sharp claws, and pounced violently.

Suddenly, the battle became fierce.

Steppenwolves have powerful claws, but they don't know that Mipoa's proudest attack weapon is its razor-sharp teeth.

In the face of the bite of the wolves one after another, it ignored it completely, but was as fast as lightning, biting the throat of the other party, and then like a toy, biting through the throat of the steppe wolf, and then casually throwing it on the ground.

In a few minutes, the corpses of several wild wolves lay on the ground, and the remaining ones fought with Mipoa endlessly.

As the saying goes, one mastiff descends nine wolves.

What's more, it's Mipoa, who is the king of mastiffs.

In such a battle, the steppe wolf was finally defeated, but it was only a matter of time, but no one expected that the changeable wind on the prairie would blow away the smell of blood here, and then attract more fierce enemies.

With one enemy and nine defeats, Mipoa was already wounded, her snow-white hair had never been messy, and there was even a deep wound on her forelimbs that was bleeding outward, and at this time, more than a dozen steppe wolves ran over from a distance.

"Woo...... Whew......"

The sound of the wolf's howl was particularly profound on such a night, and I knew what it meant to be scared when I saw Mipoa's injury.

Miboya bent down again, bit my trouser leg lightly with her mouth, whined, and motioned for me to hurry up on its back, I nodded, and climbed up trembling, followed by the sound of whirring wind in my ears, and the sound of rapid breathing getting closer and closer behind me.

I knew it was the wolves who were chasing after me.

Mipoya was wounded in the forelimbs, and the previous battle had exhausted most of its strength, and at this time it was necessary to carry me on the back to flee for her life, and the speed was obviously not comparable to that of the wolves known as the "steppe warriors", so it was not surprising that we were surrounded again, and this time, we faced more and more fierce enemies.

In desperation, Miboya had no choice but to put me down again, at this time, the wound on its forelimbs had become a state of blurred flesh and blood, and its body was a little unstable, but it still held its head high, and its expression was as unruly and lonely as ever, without showing the slightest expression of sadness or begging or weakness.

As a mastiff king, it has its own pride.

The battle horn sounded again, and under the attack of the wolves, the wounded Mipoya was obviously not in the same state as before, and in order to protect me, he took the initiative to act as a meat shield countless times, and was scarred by the wolves who sneaked up at a tricky angle.

"Mipoa......" I shouted in a panic.

If it goes on like this, it will die, absolutely will, not only Mipoya, but even me, I will be buried in the wolf's mouth.

What to do, I have no idea at all.

At this moment, there were several gunshots in the distance, and the sound of "bang" was so clear and intimate in the dark night, and after the gunshots fell, I heard Abba's anxious call.

"Abba, Eminem, I'm here to ......" At that time, I seemed to say this, I naively thought that with Abba's shotgun, no matter how many steppe wolves there were, they were no match for him, until Eminem fell, Abba fell, and Mipoa also fell, I didn't know that because of my playfulness, I buried everything I had in vain.

Anger, great rage, like a raging fire, completely destroyed my sanity.

Now, I can't remember what happened, and when I woke up again, I saw a green linden tree.

I slept for three days and three nights in my meditation room, waking up with the sweater that Eminem had knitted for me, but it was covered in blood.

The blood was not mine, but the six prairie wolves left.

When I grew up, Zhu Bigu told me through a dream that night, I broke out with a powerful murderous aura when I lost control of my emotions, and a four-year-old child actually tore the bodies of several wild wolves with his bare hands, and then fainted because of excessive sadness.

It was Jubigu who passed by and saw that I was pitiful, and brought me back to the temple.

Later, I learned that I had already lived in two people when I was a child.

One is the normal me, and the other is the unknown me. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to () subscribe, reward, your support is my biggest motivation. )