"My head hurts...

"Brother Nian is practicing this thing, it's too TM...

"Who... I can't get angry... ”

When the snow-white and round Senior Brother Xiunian smashed down at him with a sound of breaking the air, Wulang felt that he was dead, and before he could spit out the 10,000 beautiful words that wanted to greet Xiunian, he felt that he had been hit hard, and he didn't know anything.

In this trance, I finally had a trace of consciousness again, only to feel that in addition to the headache, the whole body was also wrapped and shaken by a huge force, it was difficult to breathe, and my head was shaking more and more.

Finally struggling to open a gap in his eyes, his eyes were sticky and flowery as if they had just been dropped, and in the dim light, he could vaguely see a distorted and tangled, crying, chubby and dark face.

Kindness? Why does this face look bigger?

"Ahh Don't strain me, don't fool me!! Wulang, who felt that he was about to be tossed and cut off, tried his best to shout to the opposite 'Xiu Nian'.

"Ahh Yes! Wow! Wow! Wow wow! ”

But why does the sound sound so strange? Forget it, I must have been smashed and confused, and I had auditory hallucinations.

"Xiu Nian, Brother Nian, Senior Brother! Let go, don't put your arms around me!! Wulang reluctantly shouted again.

"Ahh Yes! Wow! Wow! Wow wow! ”

Wu Lang: "。。。。。。 ”

"What's the situation?! Why can't I speak? "Wulang feels like he's going to collapse, is the sequelae of this human flesh ** so fierce?

Fortunately, at this time, 'Xiu Nian' finally heard his own voice, turned into a hug, and lifted himself in front of him, his face full of disbelief. "Shizi? Shizi! It is really the blessing of the spirit of the lord in the sky, and the son of the world is safe! The world is safe! Good you Peng is hopeless, good man! Hahaha, this is my Tiance Mansion, Shizi, let's go! ”

At this time, Wulang finally had the opportunity to take a deep breath of air, waved his hand to pluck 'Xiu Nian's arm, and pulled a few times without success. When I looked closely at my hands, I saw a pair of short, soft, and jet-black fleshy claws.

This, this is not their own hand at all!

Look down at your body again, small body! Little short legs! Wulang finally discovered extremely ridiculously, it's not that 'Xiu Nian''s face has become bigger again, but that he has become smaller?!

He didn't have the heart to listen to what 'Xiu Nian' was talking about there now, but he was immersed in this unreal discovery for a long time, and when he finally came back to his senses, he just wanted to ask 'Senior Brother Xiu Nian', but he was covered with a black cloth, and the whole person felt shaken and bumpy again, and the only little energy he had could no longer support himself to do more behavior, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Dahai got up and left quickly with the little man in his arms, and after a few leaps, he disappeared into the vast night of Chengtian Mansion. . .

Four years later, he went west to Chengtianfu for 20,000 miles,

Kugit savannah.

The town of Acomo is a trading town located in the northwest of the Kugit steppe, the Jiankun River flows from the southeast, and divides into two streams fifty miles away from the town, and after circling the town, it merges again more than a hundred miles northwest of the town, and continues to flow into the Gelug Plain, running to the infinite sea.

In this way, the town with abundant water and grass and convenient water and land is like a sweet water spring on the Gobi Desert in the vast and desolate Kugit steppe, attracting all kinds of people on the grassland every day.

Shepherds, servants, caravans, and horse thieves, almost all the steppe dwellers were able to find what they were looking for here.

In fact, the small town is far from being rich in material, and the reason why it can meet the needs of the grassland people, who are known for their greed, is more because of the ignorance of the vast majority of grassland residents. Except for the caravans that drove camels and carts from north to south, the rest of the people knew that the good things were basically available in the town, and they probably didn't know what they didn't have in the town, so from this point of view, ignorance can sometimes bring satisfaction.

The town belonged to the powerful, godly Uliangha Khan, the shadow of the gods on the earth (as many other khans called themselves), the eagle of the sky, busy fighting for pastures, women, and wealth, and the eagle disdained the cattle and sheep running on the ground, just as the khan disdained to spend too much time on the scattered market towns in his territory.

Only before the first snow falls in September each year, a white camel messenger with a golden bell leads a long convoy to the towns. The townsmen would kiss the soles of the messengers' boots and fill the carts with gold, leather, cheese, and iron with the flags of their towns.

It was another fine morning, and the humble East Gate Bazaar in the town of Akowo was already crowded with people and livestock, their dirty fur robes and their hair rubbing together, mingling with fleas and lice, and looking gray and greasy from a distance in the July morning sun.

The sound of shouting, selling, and various local dialects mingled together, coupled with the never-ending cries of livestock, which blended into a strange atmosphere of vitality.

In front of a small house next to the bazaar, a denser crowd gathered, shouting impatient or flattering at the door.

"Little Unaga, have pity on your old Uncle Seth, I entered the city very late yesterday, and the vegetables in your store were sold out, and I didn't have time to eat your Syris delicacy, so sell it to me today."

It was a tall, strong man with a messy beard that made it difficult to discern his exact age, and a round face flushed by the sun was squeezing out what he thought to be the kindest and kind smile, grinding his teeth at the little boy. "If I hadn't returned to my felt tent before dark to-day, I'm afraid the lamb would have been pulled by the coyote. All four of your old Uncle Seth's wives will starve to death! ”

"Lu, this bastard, didn't get up last night after drinking too much Ganquan wine? Rash! You bastard, I saw something vomiting in front of your door. I smell it, it's fresh, it just vomited out of a filthy stinky stomach yesterday! And I can clearly smell the smell of Ganquan wine, it must be, I can't smell it wrong! This is the taste I drank a month ago, I will never forget it, I sold my only horse today, I will definitely embrace this delicious food, and I will never, absolutely not want to spit it out! Lu, this bastard who spoils God's wine, God bless him to sleep in his bed! Another impatient voice shouted excitedly.

"yes"

"yes"

"The drunkard, the lazy, the stingy"

The crowd gathered in a chaotic chorus.

The little boy who had been unresponsive like a deaf man before, just squatting on the ground and teasing a big red-haired dog, finally reacted after being bombarded by everyone for a while.

He straightened up and patted the big dog on the head and motioned for the guy to go and play by himself. Turning around, facing the crowd, he crossed his hands on his hips and shouted impatiently: "It's not annoying, it's not annoying, it's not annoying, it's said that the store is open at noon, and my store is not the first day it opened, what's the use of you calling it!" ”

Then the boy glared at the most abrasive Seth with his beautiful black eyes that were rare on the Kugit prairie, "And there is Old Seth, you old glutton, don't call me Unaga, Unaga, I'm not your foal, call my name - Li Weiyang!" I've said it many times, old glutton, your ears are made of clay and can't hear?! Go home and watch your flock and your yurt, and I'm afraid that not only your lambs, but your four wives will also be run away by the 'three-legged coyotes'! ”

The boy looked to be six or seven years old, but he was very arrogant, and his voice was as crisp and pleasant as the falcon on the grassland.

"And you, damn drunkard Bamu, your purse is much cleaner than your face, and even cleaner than your ass. Get out of here, and take the money from selling your horses to buy some skins for your three little cubs to wear. Damn, your eldest son is ten years old and still running around the market every day with his bare ass, your old lady is starving to death, do you still want to starve your wife to death and freeze your three little cubs to death?! What a bastard, not a drop of Ganquan wine will be sold to you, you can come every day to smell the dirty things spit out of Uncle Lu's dirty stomach to satisfy your cravings, it's free, but I don't guarantee the taste of Ganquan wine every day. Get this bastard out of here, or everyone won't be in the store! ”

The onlookers responded with a smile, and threw Bamu far away with laughter.

Seth grinned and squeezed over, "Oh, okay, my grumpy little lion Cyris, what a nice and nasty little fellow. You're right, Bamu, a bastard who can only bring a hard life to his wife and children, don't waste such a delicacy as Ganquan wine. As for your Uncle Seth's four aunts, oh, I'm willing to trade all four wives for a smart and lovely son like you, if Lu wants to, haha. And don't worry, your four aunts, and the two sons of Old Seth, you know, are all well-known warriors of the steppe, and no 'three-legged coyote' dares to risk becoming a two-legged coyote to take Old Seth's wife, then, my dear little boy of Seris, it is noon, can I go and taste the delicacies from Seris? Of course, it doesn't need to be free, haha~"

Seth came to the closed door and kicked a few hard, "Lu, you slacker, the time is up, for the sake of the Golden Dinar and the Silver Dir Khan, open the door quickly." ”

The little boy glanced at Old Seth's scoundrel appearance, and then looked up at the fiery red sun hanging in the middle of the sky, and the little adult sighed, and followed to the door, shouting at the door: "Uncle Lu, Shopkeeper Lu, Uncle Lu!" It's time for you to get tired of sleeping, dress up and open the door to pick up customers! ”