In the clearing, closest to the palace, there was a large bonfire, which shone within a radius of ten feet, as bright as day.

There were a dozen shirtless men around the campfire, carrying seven or eight whole sheep, roasting in full swing.

The high temperature scorched the beads of sweat on the big man's body, and the fat sheep on the shelf was also bubbling with oil beads, and the fragrance was overflowing.

The fine leg of lamb, charred, was cut and served on a plate to a few seats by the campfire.

The seat at the top was naturally that of the desert king Zamuhe, who sat upright in the center, surrounded by four charming women on the left and right, pouring him wine and feeding him meat.

There are also two behind him, with a feather fan, to fan him gently.

Zamu enjoyed his face, and from time to time he also held the beauty next to him in his arms, kneaded it, and took a bite.

On both sides of the lower head, the first seat on the left is empty, and behind the first seat on the right, is a middle-aged man with a simple face, but his eyes are shining from time to time.

There were also two beautiful maids beside him, and he seemed to be a little absent-minded, his eyes staring at the empty seat opposite.

In the following positions, there are all the right-hand men and staff of the Desert King, and everyone has maids around them.

These people were still a little reserved at first, but after a few glasses of liquor poured into their stomachs, they became lustful and dissolute.

In the open space of the bonfire and banquet, a few strong men who drank a few glasses of spirits and were in high spirits were performing wrestling and grappling.

You come and go, even if you fall all over the sand, your nose is blue and your face is swollen, you are all shouting loudly in high spirits.

The Desert King Zamuhe drank his wine, touching Mei Ji's silky little hand, his eyes glancing at the empty space to the left of his hand from time to time, and a hint of uncertainty hung on the corner of his mouth.

In the clearing, the atmosphere became more and more intense.

The few big men brought by Gunto, who came to negotiate peace, although they looked more courageous, were very restrained.

Although they are more courageous, they still have this shallow scheming, so they naturally dare not deal with the people of the Desert King.

Not only did he not dare to go out to fight, but he also had to take the opportunity to take two punches that were not light or heavy, so that everyone could look good.

One side tolerates, the other side is like a rainbow, without scruples, and the situation in the natural field is one-sided.

Just when the two sides were entangled, Zamuhe and Gonto above were each chatting thoughtfully.

"The king is extraordinary, even his subordinates are so brave, these people I brought are the bravest warriors in the tribe, and they can't be matched, I really admire and admire!" Gunto's honest face showed a little ashamed of himself.

Although Zamuhe knows that there is moisture, who doesn't like to hear this kind of thing?

He also raised his glass and laughed: "Brother Gongto, these warriors are also rare, come, drink and drink." ”

Naturally, Gonto got up in a hurry and raised his glass: "King Miao praised." ”

The two old foxes had a few more glasses of wine, and Gunto's face was covered with a layer of red, and his eyes were a little erratic.

Smacked his mouth, his steps were vain, he shook his body for a while, and then pointed to the empty seat opposite with a little drunkenness: "King, I heard that you have recently received a powerful confidant and favorite general, and you have been admiring it for a long time, and now on such a good day, can the king introduce you to the younger brother?" ”

Zamuhe's eyelids drooped, blocking the glint in his eyes.

Raising his eyelids, he already looked bold: "What's so difficult about this?" You'll be able to see him in a moment. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and ordered a big man beside him: "Go and see why Commander Yuan hasn't arrived yet?" ”