"Jacques, I've taken your rhubarb away!"

Jacques Han, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly woke up with a movement of his ears. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info He sat up in a hurry, and the wide-brimmed straw hat that covered his entire face fell to the side.

But the next moment, his expression was relieved.

"Sunset, it's you," looked at the person who spoke, and the panicked Yakehan suddenly calmed down. After he exhaled, he glared at a pair of brown eyes and scolded: "You are a ****, don't go to herd your cow, why are you running to me!" ”

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that I wanted to borrow your rhubarb and breed with our flowers?"

The sunset has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a rough face, which is an ordinary desert national face. He, like Jacques, belonged to the same tribe.

This tribe is called the Humaya tribe, and it is also known to outsiders as the lion tribe. It is one of the largest tribes in the desert.

It can be seen from the fact that the people in this tribe are on average about level 50 NPCs. After taking a sip, Yakehan's head cleared up after the hangover.

"Yes," Jacques Han slapped his forehead as if he had suddenly come to his senses, "yes, I see that I'm sleepy." ”

After speaking, he twisted his body to stand up, and accidentally, he was also hit by the waist knife hidden in the haystack, and suddenly a carp 'bounced' up, put his hands on his waist, covered his waist and rubbed hard.

"Yo, the kidneys are not good." The setting sun said in a good time, waving his hand to drive away the swarms of small cowflies flying in the sun in front of him.

"Get out of here, boy," said the Jacohan, bowing down, pulling the knife from the calf-high haystack behind him, before turning and inserting it back into his riding boots.

"Did you have a relationship with Qiuqin?"

"It's not something you little kid can know, don't kick Lao Tzu's nose in the face," said the face that looked even younger than the sunset, making the person on the other side laugh.

"Every time you go to Yunhai City to sell goat's milk, that girl is always early, waiting for you outside the house. and I will bring you water and food, if it were me......"

"Whatever you want."

When Jacohan talked about this woman, he looked a little uneasy. He looked around while slapping the grass clippings off his buttocks. At the same time, he pinched a mouth shape in his mouth and blew out a long series of whistles.

"Don't blow it," Sunset plucked his ears with a nonchalant expression. Then he turned to the side, pointing to the door that had been covered by his body. The eyes of the two of them suddenly looked over.

"Rhubarb is there. I heard that I want to be with my family, this kid is much more diligent than you! ”

When the two of them looked at the door, they saw a majestic and majestic huge lion, but it was sitting at the door like a tame domestic dog. But even so, it can't hide the solid muscles of the body, and the claws of the two lions in front of him are even more bulging, and the wild breath has not disappeared because of the tame of this male lion.

The lion's chin rested on the doorframe and lifted again, and a pair of bronze bell-wide eyes stared at the two of them. When the big cat saw the two of them looking at each other, he immediately opened his mouth and purred lowly. Then, like a dog, shake your head to the left and right slightly. On its neck, its thick golden mane shone like a halo of the sun.

"Yo, you dead boy, I haven't seen you look at the gate usually, but today you have become more diligent?"

"Whoa," the lion seemed to respond to him, opening his bloody jaws and exposing two pairs of sharp canine teeth. It's like four small sharp daggers.

Although Jacques Han complained about his lions, there was a hint of smugness on his face. As he spoke, he walked over to the haystack. In this boxy stone yard, there is only one stable left, except for the haystacks.

"The distance between our two families is only half a tribe, you don't have to lead the horse for me, I'll just walk back."

"This is not for you," Halfway through, glancing at his clothes, Jacques Han touched his stubbled chin again, and suddenly asked, "I wonder if your sister will like my image today." ”

"Good brother, I don't lie to you. The news of going to the city to mess around with you has spread among the tribe, and there is absolutely no hope that you want to be my brother-in-law. ”

Sunset's tone was quite sincere, he forcibly held back the smile in his heart, and winked at Yakehan after speaking.

"How do you know if you don't try," said the Arkhan, shaking his head, as he walked to the stable, untied the reins of the pole, and led the horse out.

When Sunset saw this posture, he immediately became anxious: "Don't go, my grandma will probably kick you out......"

"No, I'm going to make sure it's Ah Hua, I'm going with you. If you match it with your second girl, that shaggy lion will pollute Rhubarb's bloodline," Yakehan said with a righteous face.

"Am I that kind of person," Sunset rolled her eyes. "And what is the bloodline of your rhubarb, a half-grown cub brought back from the field, if it weren't for drinking the milk of my second girl's mother, rhubarb would have returned to Mu Cuoji's embrace."

"How can there be so much nonsense, and you know, your mother is also my grandma, and I can't get enough of her baby." Yakehan's words are true, he grew up eating hundreds of meals, and almost all the people of the older generation in the tribe have called 'Abba and Grandma', which can be regarded as a reward for the grace of a meal.

"If I let my grandma know, you're beating her baby daughter's idea......"

Sunset knows that his mother is fierce, a half-human tall, crazy calf, he may not be able to stabilize it, but his aunt can restrain it with one hand.

"You know a fart, this is called fertilizer and water does not flow into outsiders' fields." Jacohan had already entered the house and walked out, with a strangely shaped saddle in his hand, which was wide enough to fit two people.

As he saddled his horse, Jacohan said to Sunset, "And the rhubarb was brought back from the lion king's lair by me, and if it is in the wild, it will definitely be able to become the lion king of this generation!" ”

Jacques Han continues to fight for himself. Sunset was already impatient: "Okay, I won't fight with you, this is the future Lion King." ”

After saying that, he couldn't help muttering: "I don't know who was bullied by the lions around him and didn't dare to go out." It's hard work to borrow your lion. ”

But Sunset also knows that Jacques Han really regards rhubarb as his own family. Jakhhan himself was an orphan, his father died in his early years while fighting for the tribe, and it is said that his mother, with all the money in the family, remarried to another tribe early with a good look.

Yakehan has lived alone since he was a child, when he was a child, his neighbors saw him pitiful, and occasionally gave him some leftovers and cold dishes, and by eating hundreds of meals, Yakehan could survive the years before the age of ten.

As for when he grew up, he worked as a thief and a hooligan. He even left the tribe for a while, and it is said that he went to a city outside the desert to work as a mercenary, until recently he felt tired of it, and returned to herd sheep.

But Sunset, knowing that Jacques Han is not bad in nature, is one of his few friends. Even when he knew that his brother was in trouble, he would secretly help.

"Where did you get all this nonsense, get on your horse," Jacohan climbed onto his horse, shrunk his ass back some distance, and motioned for Sunset to sit up quickly.

"Two men...... I'm afraid it's not appropriate," Sunset made a twisted gesture at this time.

On the other side, Jacques Han was immediately laughed angrily: "When I took you to the city to play with women, I didn't see where you were on your body, and I could see the flower-like birthmark on your buttocks clearly." and squirm," he said in a lengthened voice. "I said you got it......"

"Don't talk nonsense," this sentence was frightened by the sunset, he suddenly subconsciously looked around, and then looked at Yakehan with a little complaint, and nervously instructed: "Don't mess with my reputation." ”

"Alright, my good baby, get on the horse!"

Jacohan finished pulling the reins and letting the horse face the door. There is no hesitation at sunset, for nomads in the desert, riding a horse is like eating and drinking. Seeing that he had only taken two steps, he was already on horseback.

"Rhubarb, hurry up," Yakehan shouted, and the sleepy-eyed rhubarb at the door suddenly stood up.

It didn't matter if he stood up, the size of the male lion went straight to the horse's neck.

Seeing that Rhubarb let go of the door, Yakehan suddenly clamped the horse's belly. This is a horse with a red body, and its appearance is not very good-looking, but there are several obvious stab wounds on its body, telling that this is a warrior who has been on the battlefield.

The jujube red horse opened the bowl-sized four hooves, stepped on the hard yellow ground, and ran out of the yard very steadily.

"Rhubarb, close the door," Jacohan shouted from outside. Rhubarb roared and walked into the courtyard to close the door, and then its entire body leaped up from within the three-meter-high stone wall, and one swooped down beside the Jacohan.

"Good boy," said Jacohan, rhubarb already lunging at him. Jacohan had only time to catch it with his palms, and the face of the lion's claw, which was three times larger than his palm, was already drowned in the lion's saliva.

"Ril!" The jujube red horse neighed, and the four hooves quickly stabilized, and there was not the slightest fear in the eyes of the huge male lion.

"Good boy," said the Arkhan, dodging the lion's tongue again, and with a push of both palms, pushed the lion to the ground.

"Whew," the lion rolled on the ground and got to his feet again, but the fall had no effect on it.

"Haha, let's go," Yakehan suddenly laughed, but when he saw the sunset sitting in front of him and leaning against him, his face was inevitably covered with saliva, and he looked even more embarrassed than him. Ignoring the other party's helpless and complaining eyes, he directly urged him to step forward.

"Whew," Rhubarb slashed at the ground with his paws, and his whole body slammed out, chasing after the horse's butt.

This 'street' is very wide, and its formation is actually made of tents and some stone houses crowded together, and a yellow mud road is deliberately 'allowed' in the middle, because it hardly rains on the desert, so it is not afraid of water on the road.

Soon, the red horse stopped in front of a tent under the guidance of the setting sun.

"How is it here? Are you moving away again," said Yakhan, looking at the snow-white tent with a special pattern of cyan on the corners, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

"Uh...... Probably, my Abba and Grandma are still discussing. Sunset said vaguely, he really didn't know about it.

Some of the big tribes in the desert, if they have an ancestral land that can survive, generally stay and build a stone house there. This stone house is also known as the 'ancestral house', and in addition to placing the ashes of their ancestors, it can also be inhabited.

Since there is no grassland in the desert, nomads have to wander and migrate in oases that disappear and reappear, appear and disappear, so they usually live in tents. The stone houses in the ancestral land are separated by a wide space.

When the nomads returned to their ancestral lands, they generally lived in stone huts, and then placed their tents in these empty spaces for repair and maintenance.

Of course, these tents can also be inhabited, and there are no special rules. However, if the tent is lived in for a long time, it will always make people feel uncomfortable, it is not necessary, or if there are too many people in the family, most people choose to live back in the 'ancestral house'.

"Well, fortunately, I have sheep in the herding, and the tribe's pasture is enough for me. Unlike your cattlemen, they are not allowed to stay in the tribe for more than a week. ”

"You're not lazy," Sunset showed no mercy at this time, and then he greeted the tent: "Ah Hua, come out!" ”

At this time, a woman's greeting came from the tent: "The sunset is back, have you borrowed the rhubarb?" ”

"Grandma, I've borrowed it," Sunset replied, and Jacohan behind him was about to speak, when he heard the staccato sound from inside the room again.

"Erniu doesn't know which lion she got along with, she is pregnant with a seed in her belly, and your father suspects that it was the lion of the Saren family next door to the Uweier family, and his lion has been wandering around the neighborhood recently. Your Abba just ran to him to theorize......"

The woman's words were like firecrackers: "Really, in our time, borrowing seeds was a sacred thing, and every lion baby born was a treasure of the tribe." Where will the lion. Like a Yakhan, he didn't come, and if he did, I'd say a few words about him. ”

At this time, Jacques Han just opened his mouth, and immediately closed his mouth when he heard the words. When he looked at the sunset mockingly, he felt bad all over.

"Grandma, tweed," Jacohan's warning look was completely ignored by the setting sun, and he dismounted from his horse in a smug manner, and then gave the other man a provocative middle finger.

"The second girl was taken away by your father, and Ah Hua followed behind, I guess I went to see the excitement......"

"Yes, rhubarb, do you know where your daughter-in-law is?" Sunset looked at the lion who was panting slightly in his mouth after following him.

"Whew," Rhubarb opened his bloody mouth, as if in response to the setting sun. Then he looked at his own master

"Go," Jacques Han made a mouth gesture on horseback, and the rhubarb, who had a heart with him, recognized it at a glance. Swinging his whip-like tail, Rhubarb left the place happily.

At this time, the conversation between the mother and son continued, but the Yakehan on horseback suddenly narrowed his eyes, and at this time he smelled a trace of unusual smell.

Of course, this does not refer to the actual taste, but to a feeling, a ...... After he became a mercenary, he cultivated the feeling of licking blood on the head of the knife for many years!

*To be continued *