The old man's fingers trembled, his mouth foamed, and the blood under his eyes was about to overflow.

Meng Yining stepped on the throne with one foot and covered her mouth, "Fang Cai still dares to touch this girl's arm, see if I don't remove your eyes and hands!" The voice was sharp and crisp, and there was no longer the timid and soft appearance just now. The little girl's delicate red dress was worn like a battle robe, and it suddenly revealed a heroic feeling.

The old man's subordinates had just recovered from the sudden poisoning, and they drew their swords and rushed towards Meng Yining. Before she could dodge sideways, a strange man drew his spear and crossed it in front of everyone.

Meng Yining looked at it, and before he could ask, he felt Salib stand up behind him, "Even if he dies, I will allow you to dismantle him in eight pieces." He smiled, "If you want your arms, you can have your arms, and if you want your eyes, you want your eyes." ”

Salib took off the scarf wrapped around his head, and his figure, which had been standing up to hide his figure, suddenly stood up. He plucked the layers of rags, revealing the wounds and muscles on his body. Salib walked up to the old man who wanted to kill himself and replace himself, and called out sarcastically: "Uncle." ”

The mockery in his eyes burned like a flame in the hearts of the dying man.

"Uncle, don't get carried away. These are the words you gave me when I became the king of the grassland. That's when you gritted your teeth and glared at me. What, don't remember today? A lie full of flaws can make you fall into a trap recklessly. I think it's so easy to sit on this throne that you've forgotten how you got it. He looked around the old man's stiffened body with both hands, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Inside the tent, Salib's old ministry quickly surrounded the place, three layers inside and three layers outside. And the person who assassinated Salib with this unruly old man two days ago was also easily pressed to the ground like a groundhog.

The crowd was messy and noisy. But after seeing Salib's resolute and calm face again, they all knelt on the ground, layer by layer like a lotus blooming, crawling reverently beside the bonfire.

Meng Yining looked at this scene with interest and smiled, "Don't mutter, everyone is going to die." Her voice was light and pleasant, and the wind usually reached Salib's ears. He stood up and looked at the grassland people kneeling on the ground inside and outside the tent, and suddenly raised his right arm and clenched his fist, his muscles tensed.

A subordinate next to him pulled a heavy gold bracelet carved with a falcon from the corpse and put it on Salib's wrist with a "click".

He resembles an elegant leopard, and his bracelet shines like the sun. Meng Yining leaned down lightly and raised her head again. As if the crown was crowned, the crowd surrendered and shouted, "Immortal Heaven, King of the Prairie, Salib...... and their eyes were filled with tears, and the throne was fought for in two days and blood flowed.

The uncle kills his nephew, but the nephew ends up killing the uncle.

Salib's back was tall, and his gaze was shocking.

Meng Yining smiled and watched the bonfire outside the tent burn, the orange-red flames glowing and warming in the darkness.

It was late at night, and she was fiddling with her horses in the tent, and she saw a big black horse, with dark and glowing hair, reflecting the frost-white moonlight in the darkness. Ma Kuai was taller than Meng Yining, and his dark black mane with curly mane looked like a prince in a foreign country. Meng Yining always had to choose a good horse to run to Beiyang, and she saw its difference at first sight.

Salib saw the girl's back and walked over, "What, fancy this?" ”

"Don't let me?" She asked rhetorically.

Salib smiled, "Little girl, you are so loved!" ”

"You asked me to choose it myself, and besides, I don't want gold, silver and jewelry, what are you reluctant to do?" She smiled and leaned on the horse, asserting her sovereignty.

The man reached out and stroked the horse's Huashun's hair, "If you want gold, silver and jewelry, it's good to give it." This horse is priceless, dare to say that even if it is the king of your Beiyang, he has never seen it. This horse is as fast as lightning, and it is not a problem to travel 300 miles a day. It can see at night, is not afraid of tigers and wolves, and can also charge into battle. If others care about me, I won't change as many treasures as I take! ”

Meng Yining's eyes were a few degrees cold when he heard him praise him like this, "Really?" ”

"Really. My BMW is a hero, and a pearl is a beauty. He laughed, "I'll send another pearl, it's not a hero and a beauty." ”

"Forget about Mingzhu, fight and kill all day long, don't break those delicate things." She turned, her eyes falling on her horse. Meng Yining suddenly remembered something, he was too excited just now, but he forgot, "Prairie King, have you forgotten something?" ”

Without thinking, he said, "Yes, indeed." You say that feather! ”

"Yes."

"It's a pity that people died." He sighed, "It was the men who fought and killed, and the messenger fell from his horse and died. But I read the letter. ”

There was no one around, but he came to Meng Yining's side, and the warm gas sprayed on the girl's forehead. "What? Which one is it? ”

"I want to think about it...... There should be a general named Zhao Erze who secretly sent troops to Great Xia. Are you Beiyang people all fools, how can you come up with such a stupid strategy, it is just a sheep in the mouth of a tiger, and it is not enough for Daxia to stuff his teeth and want to provoke a war? Salib asked rhetorically.

Meng Yining was silent for a long time when she heard the answer. Sure enough, the letter was not delivered to Jing Chi, but Gu Zi'an said that he sent out a few people, and he must have suffered an accident halfway. I need to rush there immediately, otherwise I don't know what kind of disaster will happen. Worry hung on her face, and a small brow furrowed, "How long will it take for this horse to go to the sun?" ”

"Day and night, two days." Salib was very clear about the surrounding mountains and rivers, and he calculated the distance of each capital, longing that he was no longer confined to the nomadic steppe.

Meng Yining looked at the dark and boundless night, "Okay." ”

The wine on the grassland is strong, and it is very warm to drink in the body. Meng Yining slept in a tent made of felt fur, covered with Salib's big wolf skin, and her forehead was hot and sweaty. She was a little dry-mouthed, but she was very tired, sleepy, and fell into a dream over and over again. The grassland outside the plug was full of wind and sand, and the girl fell asleep peacefully. Salib sat at the door of the tent, looking at the stars in the sky, his hand caressing the rough tent.

He always remembered her.

Smaller and nimble, it seems to be like a fairy in the steppe, with ice and snow in its eyes, but it burns with fire.

The next morning, she rode out on her horse.

Salib secretly stuffed a pound of air-dried beef jerky into her small bag.

After all, the cow can't be given, and the beef jerky is still okay.

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