Ao Bao can be found everywhere in the grasslands.

It is made of a pile of rocks carefully piled up, with fluttering cashmere hata inserted on it, guiding the light and direction of the lost.

With the accumulation of sacrifices and worship over time, Ao Bao has become the second home of the gods.

But in the heart of the lover, Ao Bao is not only a signpost guided by the hand of God, but also a place to pour out love.

And love, under God's instruction, is above board, beautiful and long.

How many steppe warriors have life here.

Zhan Qingyu took his Zhuoma and picked a large handful of Gesang flowers on the grass in the distance, and the two sat behind Ao Bao.

Kong Lingzhi looked at the little man beside him, and his eyes showed the warmth unique to a girl.

Zhan Qingyu's heart was full of sweetness, and he neatly weaved dozens of flowers into a wreath, and then gently and solemnly brought it to Zhuoma.

"From today onwards, Immortal Heaven has handed you over to me. Zhan Qingyu looked at Kong Lingzhi and said, "I will accompany you for the rest of your life, regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow, until your temples are pale." ”

Kong Lingzhi didn't say anything, staring at the person in front of him with a pair of jewel-like eyes, reluctant to leave half an inch.

A faint cool breeze blew, swinging the hem of Zhan Qingyu's clothes, and Dolma's eyes seemed to enter the sand.

She lowered her head, a cloud of blush flew up, her lips pursed, and a circle of sparkling tears blurred her vision: "An opportunity to exchange his life, a warrior who is not even afraid of death for me, his chest is my harbor, and his yurt is my dreamland." ”

"If you think I can be your man, then we will have a ceremony so that the gods can witness this wonderful fate. Zhan Qingyu smiled.

"Hmm" Kong Lingzhi turned his head and took the opportunity to arrange the garland and quietly wiped his tears.

The two knelt on the ground and prayed earnestly to the gods on the Ao Bao.

"I show Qingyu, from now on, I will be in touch with my Zhuoma Lingzhi, and grow old together!"

"I, Kong Lingzhi, from now on, will be with my warrior Qingyu for the rest of my life, and I will never regret it!"

"Eternal Heaven is above, bless our love. ”

"Divine Spirits, please witness and grant our request. ”

"Thank you to the Immortal Heaven, thank you to the gods!"

After a simple prayer, Zhan Qingyu grinned and looked at Kong Lingzhi stupidly.

"Your face" Dolma showed distress.

"Don't get in the way, it's my duty to hurt you!" Zhan Qingyu touched her swollen face and still smiled.

"I'll rub it for you. Dolma's hands were placed on her lover's face.

Zhan Qingyu's smile was even stronger, and this smile was even more swollen, and even her eyes were squeezed to the point that there was only one slit left.

"My face is better. Zhan Qingyu grabbed Zhuoma's hand, and her eyes became hot: "My chest is full of panic." ”

Dolma put his soft little hand on his chest, rubbed it in circles, and pressed it.

After rubbing his chest, Zhan Qingyu felt uncomfortable in his stomach again, and Zhuoma moved his hand to his stomach again.

The weak little hands are as delicate and smooth as spring onions, and the force of pressing down is just right.

It seems that when I was the hungriest, the meal that my grandmother had just cooked was so fragrant, and it seemed to be a green tree cover in the sky.

Zhan Qingyu looked at her Zhuoma and couldn't help but think: "We will also have children and a life, but this life may be much harder." I have a big enemy, and the grassland can't keep me after all. After I have practiced Tai Chi and become a true warrior on the grassland, I will embark on a treacherous path of revenge. ”

"Lingzhi, are you tired?" Zhan Qingyu held Zhuoma's hand: "Come, I'll hold you!"

Zhuoma looked at Zhan Qingyu and gently sat on Zhan Qingyu's body.

Zhan Qingyu began to tell a story, he wanted his Dolma to understand that he had a great responsibility and that his hatred was as deep as the sea.

And in the mysterious words of his lover, Dolma saw a painting:

A clever young man, but one day he discovers that everyone in his family has been killed by the enemy. The boy was also thrown to the Jedi by the enemy and became a different person.

But the boy did not forget the hatred, he always wanted revenge, he wanted to find out the traces of the enemy. But he does not appear in the place of life.

It wasn't until one day, after he had a child of his own, that he stepped on his horse and left. Never been known since.

The boy's wife held the child every day and waited for the boy's return at the place where they had met.

But the boy seemed to have disappeared and never reappeared.

With Zhan Qingyu's words, Zhuoma was immersed in this story and couldn't extricate himself. One moment you twist your body, one moment you stand up, and the other you sit down.

Children grow up slowly, and women grow older. One day, the young man's wife had a dream, she dreamed that the young man had returned, with a large group of people, and her young man was still so handsome and dashing.

When she woke up, the woman stood at the place where she met and waited. Maybe it was the mercy of the heavens, maybe it was the spirit of God, and the next day it was discovered that the woman had been turned into a statue.

The stone looked into the distance, and no one knew what she saw, only a happy face.

After many years, the vicissitudes of life have made people forget this persistent woman. And her teenager drove the colorful auspicious clouds and led many people to stand in front of her.

The boy melted the statue with blood, the woman came back to life, and then both of them flew away from the world under the blue sky.

The legend of the god of war has been passed down from generation to generation.

"It's over?" Zhuoma put his arms around Zhan Qingyu's neck: "It's so poignant"

"No!" Zhan Qingyu shook his head: "The story is repeated in the younger generations, and people repeat the story of the God of War for their dreams and love, opening up a difficult road. ”

"You are my god of war" Dolma's face burst into tears: "But I won't let you leave"

Zhuoma only now understands the purpose of this story, and only then does he know that Zhan Qingyu has the heart of a god of war.

"For you. Zhan Qingyu gritted her teeth: "I have to go." ”

"What will you leave behind" Dolma asked sadly, "Hada?

"I'm not going to leave anything behind. Zhan Qingyu hugged Zhuoma, and put her forehead on her forehead: "I will take you and leave the grassland with a piece of light." ”

Zhuoma was drunk, she never knew what Zhan Qingyu's next sentence would be: "Is this his charm?"

Lost herself in an instant, and in front of the net laid by her beloved, she completely surrendered.

She sent her warm lips, with the sweetness of Gesang flowers.

Zhan Qingyu's return was even more intense, hugging her so much that she couldn't breathe, and the Tai Chi Demon Hand quietly cast.

"Stop!" Suddenly Dolma stood up: "What's on you?"

Zhan Qingyu had already recovered her face with spiritual power, and she looked much more handsome.

"No?" he looked at himself in surprise, "What's wrong with me?"

"Obviously something has hit me" Dolma began to bend down to inspect Zhan Qingyu, grabbing the thing that was holding her up, "What is this?"

"My mother!" Zhan Qingyu immediately had a spirit: "It's broken"

"What's broken?" Dolma paused for a moment, "What is it, so hard?"

"A snake, not afraid of your snake, the more you press it, the more powerful it becomes. Zhan Qingyu touched her head embarrassedly and smiled evilly.

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Zhuoma hesitated for a moment, and sat down on Zhan Qingyu again: "It's so magical"

"Ahh

A little farther away, an old figure smiled, shook his head and walked away slowly.

As he walked, he said: "Young hero, a pillar of optimus!haha!"

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