However, this time she was not the one who was being hunted down, but a slender Zhurong woman, who sat sideways under a cedar tree, unguarded, and hummed broken syllables from her throat.

There's clearly nothing aesthetic about it.

After seeing the other party's actions clearly, Lan Shuying's expression was a little strange. No wonder, when she was on the cliff just now, she heard a harsh strange sound mixed with the tune.

The strange voice came from the hand of this Zhurong woman.

She carried a long, blackened tail upside down, and below that was a still alive snow gray squirrel, waving its little paws helplessly in the flames, and a pair of black bean eyes glittering.

It's hard to imagine seeing such a strong desire to survive in the eyes of a small animal.

If it was to fill her stomach, she could have killed the gray squirrel first.

But the woman didn't, she just made a flame from the tip of her finger, and scorched the squirrel's body again and again, and she was happy to see it squeak and scream.

It is a sin to take pleasure in life. Lan Shuying looked at her deeply, people who have not died once really can't learn to respect life.

The soles of the shoes come into contact with the snow and rub against each other to make a soft chirping sound.

The arc of triumph and satisfaction was gone.

The young woman of the Zhurong clan turned her head and drank impatiently towards where Lan Shuying was.

The voice came earlier than her gaze, and she probably thought that this was some kind of clansman who had trespassed on someone else's territory.

Lan Shuying didn't understand the language of the Zhurong clan, but from the analysis of the woman's demeanor and context, the sentence should be: "Who is there?!" ”

From the moment she saw her clearly, the Zhurong woman became serious.

As a result, the snow gray squirrel picked up a small life, and was thrown into the snow by the woman, smashing a small hole.

The gray squirrel slowed down, poked its little head out humanely, and found that the woman had really let it go, and it crawled out of the pit excitedly, and fled with a puff of smoke, leaving two rows of fine paw prints near the pit.

"Alien, clan?" Two inaccurate words popped out of the woman's mouth, which are the common language of the Mongolian people and the Central Plains.

This is a very interesting phenomenon, Ge Shuyu's name for the Zhurong people is the Snow Plains alien race, and in the eyes of the Zhurong people, the Mongolian people and the Central Plains people can be collectively called aliens.

The woman's facial features are beautiful, but they are not pleasing.

For her rejection, contempt, and faint hostility were all written in these olive eyes, and the flame in her fingertips was not extinguished, and at the same time her right hand reached out to the short knife tied to her waist.

Lan Shuying smiled slightly, her body did not move, so as not to let the other party misunderstand that she had the intention to attack, she just whispered to the woman, "Wait a minute." ”

There was confusion in the woman's eyes, but she didn't immediately draw the knife.

During this short truce, Lan Shuying took out a medicine bottle from the package, poured out a pill and spread it in the palm of her hand, signaling her to see it clearly.

The woman's breathing became thicker.

Her nose twitched, and she subconsciously took a step in this direction, and her gaze completely shifted from Lan Shuying's face to the Great Cold Pill.

She recognized it.

In fact, from the first sentence she shouted, Lan Shuying had a guess: this woman was from the hinterland of the Zhurong clan.

The first thing is to look at the dress, the animal skin used to wrap the private area on the woman's body is more luxurious than the previous pursuers, the snow-white beast hair is distinct, oily and hanging with silver glow, obviously a high-end product.

She also wears a hair ornament made of rubies in her hair.

The same goes for her weapons. You know, those pursuers, including the grandson of the previous patriarch, Mangta, none of them carried metal weapons, she did.

Finally, the demeanor, the woman didn't realize that there might be an enemy at first, she shouted at "her own people" in her own language, without respect, which shows that her status is higher, at least higher than the Zhurong people walking on the border of the snow field.

The high-level of the Zhurong clan from the hinterland, it is impossible not to have seen the Great Han Pill.

"Zhuoru, do you know?" Lan Shuying stared at her eyes and asked slowly.

The woman was stunned.

Her eyes lit up, and she felt like she had met a hometown and knew her hometown.

Her lips moved, and she scratched her hair in distress, and it was obvious that she wanted to communicate with Lan Shuying, but she didn't understand the outside language.

Suddenly, she made a gesture towards Lan Shuying.

"You, come."

When the woman swept over the Great Cold Pill, her eyes showed longing, and Lan Shuying gave it to her, and the woman was very happy, clapping her hands and jumping with joy.

Gestures are used instead of words to communicate, and as a result, the woman will take her to other people, where someone can speak a foreign language.

The two of them walked side by side, leaving four trails of footprints in the snow.

This does not mean friendship, on the contrary, it is because neither of them wants to go ahead and expose their backs to the other.

Today's weather is calm, with no wind and no snow. At least 4,000 meters above sea level, the sky feels close to you when you look up at it, and it is as pure as a complete piece of sappher.

The woman cherished the Great Han Pill, pinched it under her nose from time to time and sniffed it, and she made a lot of gestures along the way.

Some gestures Lan Shuying guessed, but deliberately pretended not to understand.

The woman couldn't help but look frustrated.

However, in the eyes of Lan Shuying, who had been observing her carefully, her smugness and evil thoughts were already very blatant.

Lan Shuying had been paying attention to the movements around her all the way, and with her reconnaissance experience, there were no other Zhurong people in the vicinity except for the two of them.

Further on, there was a swept road, winding and winding, leading behind a few boulders, and the roof of the wooden house could be faintly seen.

Before she could walk that way, the woman suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Lan Shuying's mind moved, pretending to be puzzled but obedient, and followed the woman in a different direction, walking behind the two huge cedars.

The cedar acts as a gatekeeper, while behind it is a naturally formed sunken mountain wall.

The ground is six or seven square meters, three or four meters high, once people walk in, they are faced with mountains on three sides, and the last side is blocked by cedars, and it is difficult to find out what is happening here outside.

The snow scraped from the pine branches to the neck socket was melted by the body temperature, and it was cold.

Lan Shuying didn't have time to reach out to brush it, because the woman had already launched a rush attack.

Of course, she's not slow.

Zhu Rong's strength is strong and strong, but the internal strength she cultivated is not bad, and the woman's fist strength is dissolved with a single palm, and she makes a mistake under her feet, wrapping around behind the woman, and her arm bones tightly hold the woman's throat.

The woman's face turned white with fright, she didn't expect her to react so quickly, and what she didn't expect was that this girl, who looked so weak that she could pinch to death with one hand, actually had such strong strength.

"I guessed you were going to do it a long time ago...... Lan Shuying whispered in her ear, "What a coincidence, so do I." ”

If she hadn't seen the woman playing with the little squirrel, she might have believed the passion and innocence of the woman.

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