The second encounter between Lian Shuang and Chu Lingaro was different from the first sword and sword, and the atmosphere could even be called harmonious.

Sha Yima took Wen Xiaomiao to the hot springs and dragged Lian Shuang to go.

Lian Shuang doesn't like to soak in hot springs, usually at this time is to practice horseback riding on the wide grassland, in the night on the horse Lian Shuang's body is free and easy, the horse is galloping, and Lian Shuang is constantly riding on the horse's back and jumping down, sometimes on the side of the horse's body, or even on the horse's belly, like an elf, the simple long black hair dances with the wind.

After the last day, Lian Shuang rode his horse slowly approaching the Krulun River, turned over and dismounted, patted the horse's neck, and then asked the horse to drink and rest.

Lian Shuang likes the Krulen River very much, because even in winter it does not freeze and still flows strangely.

Lian Shuang stood by the river, untied the hairband with both hands, brushed a head of black hair, and spread the hair naturally, her hair was naturally straight and black, and she usually couldn't comb any bun, especially she also practiced martial arts, no matter how good she was, it would be scattered in less than half a day, and her hair was so smooth, Lian Shuang simply tied it with a hairband, and it was easy to take care of when she cleaned up.

"Lianshuang?" A very lame voice in Chinese came softly from the lower reaches of the Krulun River, and there was some doubt in his tone that he was not too sure whether he was wrong.

Lian Shuang followed the sound and looked at the place, quite far away, because the moonlight was unknown, I saw a vague-looking person sitting on the ground, as if he tilted his head to look at her, because there were several big stones in that place, Lian Shuang didn't care, and now he looked carefully and found that there was still a horse holding the man's side.

Lian Shuang didn't know if she was friend or foe, and she still seemed to be standing there casually, but in fact, her whole body was in a state of battle.

Lian Shuang didn't speak, just watched.

The man stood up, gestured to Lian Shuang with the long sword in his hand, then put it on the ground, and then walked towards Lian Shuang, the horse still lying still.

After just a few steps, Lian Shuang recognized that it was the blue-eyed guy.

Now that he had put down his sword, Lian Shuang was not so petty, so he stood there and waited for him to approach and see what he wanted to do.

It's almost close, see you again today, Lian Shuang looked at him carefully, he is taller than the average Huns, strong, and his skin is also excessively fair, even fairer than the Junxiu women in the south of the Yangtze River, to be honest, Lian Shuang thinks he looks more like a Persian, with a tall and unusual nose bridge, light-colored hair, and a very short eyebrow and eye spacing, so that the eyes look deep.

"Do you speak the Hun language?" Chu Lingara smiled at Lian Shuang in a friendly manner, his Xiongnu language did not slip, and he stood almost five steps away from Lian Shuang.

"A little." Lian Shuang had to admit that this was indeed a good-looking charming guy.

"Great, my name is Chu Lingara, are you Lianshuang?" He wasn't sure.

"Yes." Lian Shuang's answer was clean and neat.

"Sure enough, it's you." Chu Lingaro had obviously known about this person for a long time, and looked at her with interest.

"I've heard people talk about you, that you're amazing." Chulingaro said.

"Are you a Hun? Also, Chulin is a Hun surname, but you look very different. Lian Shuang said.

"No, Churin is the surname given by Morton, and I came from a very far away, far, far away." There was a hint of helplessness in Chulingara's expression.

"What about Bipers?" Lian Shuang asked.

"Farther than that." Chulingaro was telling the truth.