Hugged in his arms, laughed and teased back to the palace.

The remaining henchmen looked at each other.

Let's say that Zamuhe's henchman, Santo, has been escorting Gunto on a journey since he heard the king's order, and to make the momentum a little bigger, so that the best people can know about it.

I know that the king wants to spread his benevolent and generous image, so as to brush up on the impression of the idea.

As the No. 1 henchman under the command of the king, it is natural to do everything properly and satisfy the king.

Therefore, I didn't sleep all night, my eyes were red, and I neatly tied up the return gift.

Another team of people was ordered, so that they could escort all the way.

When Gonto saw that Zamuhe actually made such a noise, he naturally knew in his heart that Zamuhe wanted to make a good name for himself.

I am extremely disgusted in my heart, you are the same as labor and management, a horse thief, killing, burning and looting is a strong point, okay with your own job?

Why don't you specialize in this technique, and go to learn from those literati?

Don't be afraid to learn to be stupid!

However, looking at the return gift of the whole three-horse carriage behind Santo, Gonto immediately felt that Zamuhe had learned well, learned well, and learned to croak!

If only I had learned to be a little more stupid!

With a feeling of joy and regret, Gonto said goodbye to Zamuhe and left with a return salute.

Santo escorted Gunto two hundred miles away, making a special detour in the middle, and wandering around a few small settlements and resting points, so that everyone could know the benevolent and noble and generous heart of King Zamuhe.

The three carriages returned the gift, and they almost didn't open the box and let everyone visit.

After everyone praised him, King Zamuhe was really generous and heroic, and Santo threw the return gift to Gunto, patted his buttocks, and left.

The rest of Gunto and his party, guarding the three carriages of valuable return gifts, surrounded by heroes from all walks of life, hated to greet Zamuhe and Santo's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Santo successfully completed the task assigned by Zamuhe, and hurried to the camp leisurely.

As for how Gunto cursed him, he didn't care at all, a small tribal leader who was gradually declining, what was there to be afraid of!

Riding back on horseback, it was almost noon.

The desert at noon is not a place for people, and the heat is unbearable.

Santo saw the sky and ordered to speed up and rush to the next supply point, so that he could rest for a while and miss the hottest time of the day.

The group listened to the order and was just about to slap the horse and whip up the speed.

I saw a raging point on the sand dunes in front of me, but after a few breaths, I couldn't see the movement clearly, so I came to the bottom of the sand dunes, and in the blink of an eye, I saw that it was like a leisurely stroll, and I came to everyone.

The person who came wore a big hat to cover his face, and he was dressed in black, blocking the way of the group with a big grin.

"Have you ever seen a woman dressed in blue, seventeen or eighteen-year-old?" The black-clothed man with a hat had a hoarse voice and a rather arrogant attitude.

The tone of the inquiry is like that of a lowly slave, high up to the top.

Santo and his party were so startled by the sound that goosebumps scrambled to pop up.

A few big men behind him couldn't help but exchange a color, and it was rare to complain unanimously: Legend has it that some people with good voices will make people's ears pregnant, they haven't seen it, but the legend says that someone's voice is difficult to hear will make people's ears miscarry, and they have seen it!

It's really a chrysanthemum tight, and my stomach twitches!