On the first day of the festival, the daytime horse race came to an end, and the winner, a middle-aged man in his thirties, was rewarded with 2,000 Marelli, the best saddle, and the honorary title of Champion of the Flint Tribe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The evening belongs to the bonfire party, as well as the Lalang set.

The scarcity of people has always been a stubborn ringworm disease of the tribe, and Lalangji has held special activities to address this problem.

The participants were unmarried youths from the tribe.

Regardless of men and women, as long as they find their favorite object in the party participants, they can ask each other to dance together, if the other party agrees to the invitation, and meets together around the bonfire, it also means that they have accepted the show of love, then the two parties will sign a marriage contract in the presence of everyone, and the wedding will be held in the future.

Simple and rude to the extreme, it can be regarded as a model of free love in this era.

The evening, which lasts for five days until the festival ends, often involves the marriage of dozens of couples and adds to the size of the tribal population.

Because of the perennial cracks, the number of men in the tribe is far less than that of women, and the ratio of men to women in Lalang has reached an astonishing 1:3, and every man, no matter tall, short, fat or thin, is a sought-after commodity.

As a normal man, Rodin was in a state of excitement when he heard about the party.

He rarely took himself over, changed into a sky blue fine clothes, and wore ornaments full of grassland flavor.

The girl tied his hair into a delicate ponytail for him, and carefully arranged his clothes.

Standing in front of the mirror, he could hardly believe that the person in the mirror was himself.

The meditation practice made his eyes shine like stars, the power of the blood veins nourished his body, and his skin was delicate and exuded a jade-like luster.

His figure is as tall as the waist of an ape, fat if you gain one point, and thin if you lose one point, just right, like a sculpture under the hands of a clever stonemason.

The one-eyed eye is no longer a cripple, but adds a unique temperament.

His face is clearly angled, but it is different from the roughness and atmosphere of the prairie man, but with a gentle and delicate air, handsome but not too ostentatious.

The girl watched from the side, fascinated.

She's just as much looking forward to it.

Girlish feelings are always poetry.

She has always been plain-faced, and she put on light makeup for the first time.

Eyebrows were drawn, lipstick was smeared, and rouge was wiped.

The eyebrows are like distant mountains and daisies, the eyes are like autumn water waves, the red lips are lightly pursed, the pear vortex is looming, and the palm-sized white jade-like face is radiant. It's picturesque and stunning.

The two looked at each other, with affection in their veins, like a pair of beautiful people walking out of a picture scroll.

His big rough hand grasped the white tenderness and softness, and his heart was full of warmth.

When the two came to Lalangji, it was already full of people.

More than a hundred men and women sat around, their smiles infectious and full of fiery enthusiasm.

They were arranged on both sides according to the rules, and at a glance, the light and hazy veil was obviously more than the thick and simple daze.

Youth is just right, and they are dressed up to attend, tonight they are all good-looking, even if they look a little worse, they have energetic bodies and amorous eyes to make up for it.

The prairie daughters looked at each other with hot eyes, and the prairie boys, who were as strong as mountains, had flames burning in their eyes, and the two complemented each other to compose a passionate and cheerful love song.

This group of young men and women will turn into moths and pounce on the flame called love.

The other members of the tribe gathered on the other side, dancing and having a bonfire.

Rodin was not separated from the girl, their bodies were clinging to each other, silently declaring their belonging.

He could feel beads of sweat oozing from the girl's palms.

In this cool night at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the amazing heat emitted by the delicate body around him and the brilliant red glow on the pretty face are so charming that he is intoxicated and infatuated.

Not far from the two of them, there are several familiar faces, including Xi Coconut Na, Lanto, who showed a dance in the flint chamber of commerce.

The four members of the Wind Brigade also came to join in the fun, Uma and Cassie were obviously a couple holding hands, but Linuo and Claire each walked their own ways and sat down twice, and Linuo was looking around from time to time, as if choosing a target. Claire's eyes were misty and her mood was low.

Another thrillingly beautiful figure came into view.

She sat quietly at the other end, her hands supporting her round and smooth chin, a stunning red lip appeared and disappeared under the veil, but the whole person was like a thorny rose, exuding a cold indifference that repelled people thousands of miles away, and seemed to be not infected by this fiery atmosphere at all.

"Why bother, since you choose to participate but don't enjoy it?!"

The thought in Rodin's mind passed away, and then he retracted his reverie, the jade talent around him was the one worthy of his life.

The night was thick, and the bonfire in the center was burning brighter and brighter, like the boiling thoughts of men and women in the crowd.

I don't know who led the way, and the girl in a yellow gauze began to take the initiative to attack the men.

Here, women are more ferocious than hungry wolves, and men are the fat meat that is robbed.

In yellow gauze skirts, the bright and radiant women rushed over and began to deliver touching love words to their favorite targets.

In the blink of an eye, three couples smiling into the clearing near the central campfire, the woman shyly bowing their heads, and the man lifting their veils with a hearty smile.

This is a lifetime, and then both parties make a sacred vow for this life under the witness of their ancestors.

The newlyweds who have made a contract fall into an emotional pas de deux.

As couples poured into the venue, the atmosphere became hotter and hotter.

There are lovers in Lalang's meeting, and there are also two women competing for a husband, but they can't be forced, according to the man's wishes.

At the same time, there are many men competing for beauty, such as Isabella, the pearl of the flint tribe, the most dazzling one tonight.

At this moment, she was surrounded by four young men, all of whom were full of fanatical faces, competing to express themselves, saying touching love words and making countless promises. However, her face was indifferent from beginning to end, and she didn't even move her eyebrows.

Rodin felt the delicate body beside him tremble slightly, and squeezed her little hand.

"Let's go, let's go dance!"

"Ah——, good!"

Cynthia's face flushed even more when she heard this, and she couldn't help but caress her soft chest, where her heart was pounding uncontrollably as if it was about to pop out.

A bead of sweat hung on the tip of her slightly upturned nose, which looked extremely playful.

Rodin gently interluded sweat for her, put his hand on her fiery face, and suddenly took her hand and looked at the dance floor.

"Brother, please wait a minute. ”

Suddenly, a stout young man stood in front of the two of them, with a harmless smile on his face, and quietly glanced at the demure and beautiful Cynthia.

Rodin's right eyelid jumped uncontrollably, and he said unhappily, "You are in our way, please get out of the way!"

The tone is flat, but unmistakable.

"I'm Abdul-Jabbar, the Flint Tribe, and I want to be able to compete fairly with you on this beautiful lady. ”

"Oh. A sneer tugged at the corner of Rodin's mouth, "Can't you see that we are in love with each other? Lalangji advocates free love, but he doesn't allow messing around." “

Cynthia pursed her red lips, her voice was soft, but her eyes were very serious, "Please don't affect us!"

After saying that, he held Rodin's right hand tightly in his arms and showed his attitude.

The young man named Jabbar smiled and said nonchalantly, "I don't want anything extravagant, I just want to make sure that you are qualified to be with this lady." ”

"How about let's compete like men? If nothing else, you can show your strength in front of your lover, how about it?"

After speaking, he stared at Rodin with blazing eyes, quite a provocative taste,

"Honey, let's leave him alone!"

The girl gently cared for Rodin and wanted to bypass the young man in front of her.

"Alas, you are really a person, the original good atmosphere has been ruined by your mouse!"

The originally good mood disappeared most of it in an instant.

Rodin blurted out a sentence, and the other party immediately blushed, looking quite embarrassed, but he still blocked the two of them unrelentingly, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal.

He took the girl behind him, "Cynthia, how can you watch me teach this impolite guy a good lesson!"

"Well, well. Cynthia nodded obediently.

"So, how do you want to fight?"

With his eyesight, it was easy to see that Jabbar in front of him was not a strong man, but just an ordinary steppe man with a strong physique, and he had to be taken away.

Abdul-Jabbar: "It's not a beautiful night like this, it's not good for martial arts or wrestling, so we'll break our wrists to decide the winner." “

"Childish!"

Rodin scolded unceremoniously, "I'll fulfill you, hurry up and find a place to solve it quickly!"

Jabbar cheekily led the two of them straight through the dancing crowd, and came to Isabella's neighborhood without bias, a low stone table as their battlefield.

The young men and women on the dance floor writhed their bodies in pairs and enthusiastically, but two of them began to play a game of wrist wrestling.

Isabella, as well as several people next to her, were attracted to their eyes.

"We've got two out of three. ”

Jabbar didn't talk nonsense, took a pose, and deliberately opened his sleeves to show off the arm muscles that were explained like a rock.

In the blazing firelight, it looks quite bluffing.

"Rodin, why don't you kid hurry up and go to the middle with Cynthia, and still have the interest to wrestle with this guy?"

With a big grinning shout, Cassie walked over with Uma in her arms, Claire and Lino followed,

"It's okay, it's not too late to go when I pack this guy!"

Abdul-Jabbar, an ordinary person, wrestles with Rodin, who is a black iron powerman, and the grasshopper shakes the tree.

Sure enough, in the first round, Rodin won easily.

The onlookers seemed quite disappointed, and the difference in strength between the two sides was too big to see at all.

However, no one noticed, and a gleam flashed in Isabella's beautiful eyes.

Abdul-Jabbar lost the match, but he was unhurried and calm, which was amazing.

Rodin didn't think much of it, and the result should be in no suspense.

However, there was an accident in the second scene

He took it lightly, and it was still the same as in the previous round, but at the beginning of the game, a huge force came from Abdul-Jabbar's hand, and the result came out in an instant, but this time he lost.

"I actually lost?"

Rodin was stunned, and the onlookers were also stunned.

Cassie: Strange looking, am I looking away?

The originally uneventful game suddenly glows with a strange vitality and becomes ups and downs.

There is a big reversal in the ending of the two rounds before and after, is Jabbar pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Jabbar smiled and puffed out his arm muscles as if demonstratively.

The girl hurried up to comfort him.

He quietly recalled the feeling just now, and his brow furrowed.

"No, it's not that he's getting stronger, it's that I'm getting less. Something affected me in that moment!"

"Who is it that is playing a prank on me?"

He looked around the scene, and ordinary people simply did not have such a miraculous means.

If it was the power of the force, it was impossible for him not to be aware of it, only a wizard could do it.

However, everyone present, except for him, Cynthia, and Isabella, should not have any other qualifications as wizards.

Isabella, on the other hand, has not yet become an official wizard, so she lacks such abilities, and she has no reason to help the big silly man play a trick on herself.

And that wizard who would have trouble with him, making such a joke?

In the dark night beyond the campfire, there seems to be a sorcerer full of evil tastes.

"No matter what, I can't afford to lose!"

The girl looked at him with concern, and did not say anything to stop it, this battle that was insignificant at first seemed to have been linked to self-esteem, how miserable it was to be a man to make a fool of himself in front of the woman he loved?

The two arms intersected again, and this time Rodin mobilized the power of the blood veins in advance to strengthen the muscles to the greatest extent.

He even added all his mental power.

"Three, two, one!"

As expected, at the beginning of the game, a mysterious force instantly acted on his arm, like an invisible shackle, sealing off most of his strength.

Appeared, whose mental power is this!?

On his arm, in addition to his pale golden spiritual power, there is also an outsider who has nothing to hide.

Moreover, this external spiritual power is very condensed, far surpassing him.

It can't be expelled in a short time!

It stands to reason that spiritual power is the primer of the elements, and its main purpose is to trigger witchcraft through subtle control, and it is far inferior to the weak in savage power fights.

And to be able to compete with the body of the Black Iron Power with pure spiritual power alone, Rodin asked himself if he couldn't do it, he believed that even a formal wizard couldn't do it!

Abdul-Jabbar on the opposite side took the opportunity to exert his strength.

This time, though, against a prepared Rodin, he could no longer get an easy victory.

The hands of the two are like two entangled pythons, with abrupt green tendons and even the crisp sound of bone joints.

Rodin gritted his teeth, his eyes were unyielding, stubborn, and even more insane, as if the person sitting opposite was not a person, but a heinous monster.

After a moment's stalemate, his persistence paid off, and the scales of victory began to tip in his favor, bending his opponent's wrist down in the slightest.

The mysterious spiritual power could seal most of his strength, but it could not disperse his determination and momentum.

In the realm of direct power, the power of the bloodline is better than the spiritual power after all!

"Bang-" There was a muffled sound of flesh touching the stone wall, and he pressed Jabbar's arm firmly against the table.

Outsiders are like lost dogs, fleeing from them.

Jabbar sighed, his eyes dimmed, and instead of glancing at Cynthia, he glanced behind him covertly.

Rodin took a deep breath, his forehead and palms covered with sweat. This seemingly childish wrestling is more intense than the battle of the sword and blade.

He didn't win easily, even narrowly.

"I conceded. "This time he didn't hit his opponent verbally, he didn't have that mind.

"You've won, go and enjoy it with your lover!"

Abdul-Jabbar pulled away, and before Lalang was over, he disappeared into the night.

The onlookers dispersed in a hurry and continued to enjoy the world of two.

Casillas quipped, "Brave soldier, you have repelled the invading beasts and protected your lover, why don't you kiss the little princess and elope with him!"

"Kiss one!"

"Don't be shy!"

......

The four members of the Wind Brigade began to coax, and even Claire, who had been sullen, joined in with great interest.

In the middle of the night, most of the more than 100 young men and women in the wolf group had already been paired, and only a handful of people such as Isabella were still single.

Isabella held her chin like a snow lotus, quietly staring at the intimate two, her eyes were complicated and helpless.

Rodin didn't say a word, he preferred direct action.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around the girl's slender waist.

She pressed against his chest, her soft little hands gently wiped the beads of sweat from his face, and the water rippled in her starry eyes.

He stared at her, at this moment, his world was only her, she was all he had.

They were intoxicated by each other's breath and slowly approached.

Closer, closer, heat radiating from each other's cheeks, scorching breath pouring into.

He smelled the girl's rose-sweet scent, like the most mellow red wine, and he couldn't help himself when he smelled it.

Her fawn scrambled, shy pink hanging through the light veil on her cheeks, and she pounced on the blazing flame like a moth without hesitation.

The girl stood on tiptoe slightly, and he bent his neck slightly.

His hands touched the silky veil and tugged slightly.

Slid down and landed silently.

A lifetime of a couple, never negative!

The pretty face under the veil that could not be more familiar could not be more familiar, like a delicate rose, blooming with amazing beauty.

He gently held his petite round chin and leaned in.

Four thin lips touched, and this time they did not taste it again, but kept asking for it, as if they wanted to remember each other's breath forever.

A seal is stamped and a contract is concluded.

Two young and restless hearts were close together at this moment.

They have the deepest bond in this world, and they are no longer separated from each other.