"I still don't really believe in outsiders. Ge Ranbo said gloomily.

"You're too wary of mainlanders, don't forget, your father and I have been on land for twenty years, and I—" Hosara deliberately lengthened her tone in order to show her majesty, but was interrupted by Goranbo and said, "Don't mess with your father, if you have a good eye for people, you won't look at my mother." ”

"Bastard......" Hosara sat weakly on the grass like a deflated balloon and took a sip of wine, "that guy is not usual. ”

"Of course I do. Ge Ranbo said with a smile.

"Tsk!" Hosara realized that her father's majesty was a little ridiculous in Goranbo's eyes, "how can my son be a send-off, I still want to be sent to heaven in the future." ”

"It's thanks to my mother, who you read correctly. Goranbo said to Hosara word by word.

The conversation between the two could not go on.

Father and son have a wall in their hearts.

The feast lasted until dawn the next day, when Abay was invited to sleep in the tent, and when the doors and windows of the tent were closed, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Not including Abay Lou, of course.

It is said that they will leave for the Shegra Trade Conference in the afternoon, and since the Hosara tribe is so close to the meeting point, it will take two hours to get there, and their ranch will leave half of the people.

Lying on a fur cushion preparing for bed, Abay saw that the people of Hosara had separated him from Mordoria with a curtain, but the curtain was thrown away—the two of them were actually sharing the same bed.

Hoshara had an obvious meaning, opening the curtain if Modoria promised Abaylou, and closing the curtain if it didn't mean anything.

"What do you mean by half-concealment?" said Abay Lou through the curtain, "You don't seem to dare to look me in the eye, am I terrible?" He opened the curtain in a domineering way, and saw the loose hair of Mo Duori squirming to avoid Abailou's gaze. "Answer me. He said.

"I'm not sure if I should listen to Patriarch Hosala, it's too hard for a woman to choose such a thing. My husband has just come back to me......" Modoria said, sneaking his eyes back under his hair.

"It's not like the character of a snowy woman, I ask you, am I bad?" Abaylou said.

"You're not bad. Mo Duori said decisively: "Several times better than my husband, strong, brave and leader, I respect you very much, but this is not the reason why I can accept it, my intuition tells me that you are a predator, you are dangerous......"

"Tell me how long your husband has been away from you. Abaylou asked.

"Two years. Mo Duori replied subconsciously.

Two years, if his husband had died two years earlier, it would not have been against Abaylou's morals.

"Yes. Abaylou closed the curtain, grabbed Modoria's hand and said, "Then let me make a choice for you." Abay Lou grabbed Modori's hand like a bully, and pressed her against the animal skin mattress without Modori's refusal.

"Your body will remember me. Abaylou said.

"I ......" While Modori was still hesitating, Abay made a choice for her.

Modori's tight thighs tensed, her husband's skull rolling aside, eyes on the fur mattress.

Abaylou is a jerk, a scoundrel, a bully, and he will do what he wants.

Even if Modoria refuses...... Abaylou would not allow Modoria to refuse.

As he said, Modoria memorized the shape of the Abay Tower. Abaylou's physical strength was so full that he was perverted, and Mo Duoli actually held up what Elune and the others didn't stop, but Mo Duoli was still tired and collapsed.

In the afternoon, Abaylou took the initiative to open the tent and saw that the people of the Hosala tribe were packing up their supplies. Meat and some wood became important supplies for the Hosara tribe, and it seems that they intended to exchange mainly wood for supplies.

"You're out. Hosara said unexpectedly.

It shouldn't be that he slept until he woke up naturally, could it be that Abaylou's ability in that area was also at the warrior level?

Abaylou replied to Hosala's concerns: "Modoria may not be able to follow the caravan to the Shegra Trade Conference. ”

Hosara gave a thumbs up, speechless.

The caravan headed south, where the border of the steppe and snowfields meets, and unlike what you imagined, it was actually a little humid and warm.

"Here in Hot Bubble, it is the holy land of our two tribes, and all the warriors who saved Xuegra are selected here. Hosara said. As far as the eye can see, it is already filled with colorful herdsmen's tents, large and small, and until now alone, the size of the settlement has far exceeded the size of the Hosara tribe alone. The streets and alleys where the various tribes gather are full of bartering vendors.

"Wood for meat! Wood for meat!"

"Fur is urgently needed, and those who have a fur trade can ask for it!"

"Air-dried dried meat and dried food!"

"Song wine, song wine. ”

The shouting and shouting spread through the streets and alleys.

Abay touched the warm turf and immediately knew why the bubbles in Hosara's mouth were warm. There is an active volcano around here, and if there is an active volcano, there will be hot springs.

Abaylou wanted to take a bath in the hot springs, and he hadn't bathed in days since he left the fortress of the dead.

"Yo, Hosara!" an old man called out to Hosara, and put his hand on his shoulder enthusiastically, "Old friend, how are you doing?"

"It's not bad, the forest farm that has plagued us for three years has been reclaimed by us. Hosara smiled and said, "We have a lot of things to change this year." Hosara pointed to his own tribe who was camping and said, "There was a large pile of wood outside, and the other tribes were very hot.

Wood represents weapons, but also warmth. Before drinking wine and eating meat, enough fuel is also something that everyone wants.

"Remember to change with me first!" said the old man happily.

"No problem, we're here prepared this year. Hosara gestured, "Remember to come early." ”

"Of course, of course. The old man said happily: "I hope you will have good luck this year." ”

Abaylou approached and wanted to ask if Hosara had any news of a hot spring, and he was going to take a bath. The old man's eyes fixed on the wolf's tooth pendant on Abaylou's neck, and he said, "You... Well, the big guys. ”

"Hmm. Abay Lou replied and asked Hosara about the hot springs, "If the hot spring water is hot, you can take a bath." ”

"I know the approximate location, but ...... "Hosara ramen has a bitterness.

"I know where. The old man replied, "You are a warrior recognized by the tribe of Hosala, so I should tell you." The old man pointed to a tent with nine flags in the northwest and said, "There is the place where the spring you are looking for is located, but it is ......."

"It's the territory of the Hosara tribe's rivals, the Vandam tribe, right? Abaylou said.

"You know?" said Hosala, surprised.

"Since I said I want to help you, you can't be unprepared. Abaylou smiled and said: "Don't worry, I will help you solve these things one by one this year, because I don't want the woman I have a relationship with to freeze to death and starve to death, if I don't help you, Modoria will be angry, right?"

Hosara smiled awkwardly. He does not deny this possibility.

"What's your name?" asked the old man.