"If you can't eat this meal, there will be a next meal, do you dare to guarantee that you will find Qiantu then? Really, it's called for future needs, and I don't have any survival experience at all. Du Yuanyuan squinted his eyes sneakyly, his eyes froze, and he patted Qingye and said, "It's not good, someone." ”

"Huh?" Mo Qingye blinked slowly, and saw a tent standing at the south end of the cattle and sheep, and at this moment, two figures leaned out from it, and said with a sigh of resentment, "If you want to go yourself, you can't do such a shameful thing." ”

"I know you're in business." Xiao Du muttered, pressed it on someone's shoulder, and pressed it down on Xiao Mojun, "Squat, lurk." ”

The words fell, the brisk walk was like flying, a few swept away, and the people were already dozens of meters away.

Although Mo Qingye said so, he was still worried about Xiao Du Jun, squatting in the half-human-tall artemisia grass, staring at the movement on the other side of the hill for a moment. Although they could kill these humans without much effort, neither he nor Du Yuanyuan wanted to kill innocents indiscriminately.

The two men who emerged from the tent were dressed in ochre-and-blue coats, about knee-length, with felt on the outside and wool on the inside, which looked very wind-resistant and warm. He wore long leather boots on his feet and a felt hat on his head. On their waists carried a delicate and intricate long knife, more than half a meter, with a totem carved on the scabbard. On their necks and wrists, they wear ornaments carved from animal bones, which exude a touch of primitive and rough flavor.

The two chatted outside the tent, then mounted their horses and headed north.

Xiao Mojun breathed a sigh of relief, his mood relaxed, and angry complaints came out, before the dusk and sunset, Du Yuanyuan was talking about having dinner, it was really nothing serious! Seeing the figure riding away, he slowly stood up and looked closely, only to find that Du Yuanyuan was gone, "What about people!" Worse than useless. With a remnant of hatred, he also swept towards the herd of cattle and sheep.

At this moment, there was a sudden dog barking under the clear blue sky, which sounded quite furious, Xiao Mojun followed the prestige, and saw Du Yuanyuan in the next second, he was really angry, and shouted, "Are you catching a cow or a dog!" ”

"I don't want to, but this guy can't stop the nest." I saw Xiao Dujun holding a wooden stick, his eyes were shining, he was slightly bent on his waist, and he was fighting with a vicious dog.

"Rubbish! It's rubbish! Mo Qingye strode forward, ignoring the fangs of the hound dog, rolled his foot over, and with a scream, the large dog of more than 100 catties was kicked to the lawn by him, with his feet facing the sky, and he kept rolling his eyes......

"It......'s so ruthless," Xiao Du was a little dumbfounded, "You don't treat a dog like this." ”

"So what?! Hanging around with a dog until dark like you do? Hum! ”

"Okay......" Xiao Du threw away the wooden stick in his hand, "Now people and dogs are not a problem, Qingye, you say, which one to catch?" ”

"I'll take care of you!" Mo Qingye replied angrily, wrapped in his clothes, the wind on the plateau was very cold and cold, whistling in all directions. He swept the tent a few paces away, and without saying a word, he slipped inside......

"Hey! I said, "People are coming back." Xiao Du's eyes were full of gloom and speechlessness, the temper of the eldest young master is really home everywhere, the vast land, thousands of miles, where is not the Qingwang Mansion......

Du Yuanyuan is in a game of IQ and strength with yaks in the strong wind. In fact, he didn't have to be like this, but somehow, he didn't want to use even any mana, it seemed that from the moment he jumped from the clouds to this land, there was some kind of existence in the dark that cut off his connection with the original world, as if life began again from here.

The wind was very strong, and poured into the hem of his garment, into his mouth. The sky is low, and the clouds are within reach. The clouds were swept by the wind, moving swiftly towards the end of the sky, like the passing of time, across the red dust.

Yaks are not easy to deal with, an adult yak weighs three or four hundred catties, which is three times the size of Du Yuanyuan, at this time, the diligent foodie Xiao Du Jun has been surrounded by angry cattle, several bulls staring at him with big eyes, eyeing him.

"It's a little bit, I can't fix you anymore." He rubbed his hands and licked his lips at the nearest one, "Come on! My warriors. As he spoke, he rushed forward, grabbed the yak's horns tightly with both hands, and dragged him to the tent. But the yak is not a cat or a puppy, but it shook its head unusually freely, but when he saw an arc in the air, with a poof, Du Yuanyuan fell on the grass.

This fall made his eyes full of gold stars, his buttocks were eight-petaled, and he didn't recover for a long time, sitting on the ground panting heavily. And the majestic yaks did not take the opportunity to attack, but wagged their tails and walked away, strolling leisurely, giving him full contempt.

"Grandma's!" Du Yuanyuan wiped the mud from the corner of his mouth, turned over and jumped up, "It seems that it is not possible to show some real skills!" He pointed to the ground on tiptoe, holding the demon knife upside down, only to see a light-like shadow swishing over the yak herd, accompanied by a few muffled bangs, the yak that had just attacked him fell to the ground and fainted.

Seeing that their companions had been attacked, the herd suddenly went into a frenzy, some of them kicked the ground with their front hooves and roared in low voices, while others ran away from the ground, and for a time they were in a mess. Du Yuanyuan stood aside with his waist crossed, and smiled, "If you don't want to die, what should you do quickly!" Go, go, go! He waved his blade to disperse the herd, walked over and kicked the fainting yak, and rushed into the tent with a grin.

The fire in the tent was clear, warm and proper, and Mo Qingye was sitting on the low couch drinking tea, looking very comfortable.

"No, you're really your own family." Du Yuan rolled his eyes dejectedly and pointed at him, "Where did that clothes come from!" ”

"Pick it up." Mo Qingye didn't think much of the robes he had stolen from his Tibetan brothers, and smiled, "It's very warm, and the style is not bad." ”

"Well, those boots belong to someone else, too!"

"Yes." Xiaomo looked down, raised his straight calf and shook it, "How is it?" ”

"Okay, that's perfect...... Qingye, brother, we are here to steal cattle, not to travel, you ......" Du Yuan wiped his face, "Hurry up, don't drink!" Walk. ”

"What's the hurry!" Mo Qingye's face changed, and he shouted coldly, "Didn't you say that you wanted to follow the customs!" ”

"Yes, but, I didn't let you steal other people's clothes and shoes."

"What is stealing, how is stealing! I'm just trying. Mo Qingye rolled his starry eyes, stood up, and twisted his waist slightly, "I like this belt very much." ”

……

Du Yuanyuan shook his head gloomily, and admitted, "If you like it, let's buy it ourselves, and you put other people's ones back." ”

"Humph! You've stolen all the cows, what is it if I take a belt! Mo Qingye was righteous, his slender eyes flickered, and he was cold, "What's it!" ”

...... "Qingye, I really want to tell you that it's really not appropriate for you to follow my tone. ”

Xiao Mojun didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, so he sat down again, holding up the porcelain bowl depicting intricate patterns, "This tea is not bad, you can taste it, and you will still brew it for me when you turn around." ”