He walked, walking under the blue sky and white clouds, stepping on the turquoise grass with his feet, crushing the emerald grass to the waist. Along the way, I ran morning and night, and what never changed was the pace of this forward, until I came to this field, and I never stopped, and continued to move forward. After seeing this scenery that can make people feel different hearts, he didn't feel half a point, in Lin Doujiu's eyes, everything was exactly the same, and there was no difference.

Perhaps this is what makes him different from most people, many people's emotions and moods are easily swayed by the environment. And what remains unchanged is that he remains the same state of mind no matter what the environment, like steel, whether in the wind and rain, or in the warm sun, will not be shaken and corroded.

After leaving the Han Realm, he didn't see people anymore, like him, he was aimless, there was no goal, he just looked at the mood to decide the direction, and everything he would meet along the way was fate. In the Han realm, because of the huge population base, there are naturally many villages where the population gathers, but the grassland is different, due to the harsh environment, and survival problems, it is generally difficult to see people, perhaps within a radius of 100 miles, there is only a gathering place, that is, a tribe.

The wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep, and there is not even a person, so naturally there are no cattle and sheep. He walked with a very rhythmic sense, walked all the way, watched all the way, but could not get the answer in his heart, and nothing could touch him.

Finally, after walking out of an unknown distance, Lin Doujiu saw a crowd. Two horses, two people, a man and a woman, to be exact.

When he saw these two people, two people not far away also looked at him, they were wearing leather jackets that were different from the Han people's clothing, and their complexion was slightly dull, which was the skin color that had been exposed to the sun for many years. And, just looking at this appearance, and this complexion, it is completely different from the Han people, Lin Doujiu is standing, and when compared with him, it is the gap between stone and jade. It was the other woman among the two immediately, in this comparison, not like a woman, but like a man.

"Aksi, that's Han?" The horsewoman asked. She stared intently at Lin Doujiu, her bright eyes flashing with light, constantly revealing her willingness to explore.

Somehow, she thought that this man was very good-looking, whiter than the men of their tribe, and the whole person looked delicate and had a special temperament. It was this temperament that attracted him, a temperament that was different, at least in their entire tribe, and no one had such a temperament anymore. It's just that she regrets that this person's figure is not good, a picture that looks very thin, and that thin body, as long as he reaches out and pinchs it, he can knead it into various shapes at will.

Look, look, that thigh is not as thick as her arm. How can such a man live on the grassland? Even his woman, looking at his strength, can't protect it.

"It should be." Asimu nodded, condescendingly glanced at Lin Doujiu with a scrutinizing gaze, and immediately showed a contemptuous expression. A man like this, he can be an enemy, this kind of man who will be blown away by the wind, what kind of man is it? Worse than the women of their steppe.

Now it seems that if the Han people are like this, then he really doesn't know what the patriarchs and elders of the tribe are afraid of. The so-called demon king Lu Bu is just a rumor, right? How strong can the Han people be, just look at this person in his eyes, and you can know that those old things in the tribe are old and bold! Otherwise, at this level, as long as they go south, then these Han people's belongings and women will be theirs!

After thinking about it for a while, Asimu suddenly became highly motivated, and heard that the women of the Han people are all women with delicate skin and clear quality. It's just that such a tender waist can withstand a few hits from himself? Thinking like this, his eyes showed a lustful light, but unfortunately he could only think about it, even if there was such a female slave, it was not something he could have.

"Jenatha, let's go, this Han man has nothing to see." Asimu suppressed the restless desire in his heart, turned back and said to the woman next to him.

Seeing that she was in a daze, she said again: "Jenatha, Janatha." ”

"Huh? What the? Janatha came back to her senses, but there was an unnatural flush on her face.

Asimu's face suddenly became gloomy, and without thinking about it, he could also think that Natasha must have a little meaning for this Han person. Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable, although Natasha has not yet agreed to be with him, but in Asim's heart, he has already regarded her as his own woman, a part of his own property, how can he tolerate the blasphemy of others?

In the steppe, once such a situation arises, for men, it is humiliation, disgrace. It usually ends in a duel, the defeat of one side, the loser loses everything, the woman, including the life, wins is the winner, the winner!

However, Asimu did not think that this thin, not strong-looking Han man who did not even have a few taels of flesh had the qualifications to duel with him. It turned out that Asimu only regarded him as a Han man who strayed into the grassland, and did not take him seriously, but at this moment, Natasha's glance made a sudden surge of killing intent in his heart.

Han people, pigs and dogs, their meat and slaves raised by men on the grassland, how can they deserve a look from the women of their tribe? In the past, it was all the end of being plundered by himself, and how could it be his turn to rob his own woman. Damn, damn it, damn it!

With a "swish", Asimu pulled out the waist knife he was wearing at his waist, clamped his legs, and drove the horses under the seat to rush in the direction where Lin Doujiu was. Those tyrannical eyes were full of banter and cruel light.

With a cruel smile on his lips, his scarlet tongue was inadvertently **** at the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen the scene of the Han man's head and body separation. Only in this way can he prove his prairie man's temperament, and use the blood of the enemy to wash away the shame brought by that glance just now.

"Asim!" Natasha just reacted and hurriedly shouted, but Asimu had already rushed out, and she hurriedly chased out, but she couldn't catch up, so she could only watch the snowy waist knife slash towards the Han man's body.

(End of chapter)