In the fortress full of Han Chinese, Zell wore the robes of Han soldiers, but he still combed his hair with braids and wrapped it in a soap-colored handkerchief, and looked like an unruly eagle.

Trapped by Mo Lingfeng's side, his skin was much whiter, no longer rough in the wind and sun, and the lines of his facial features and face were clearly revealed, which indeed had the softness of the Han people.

He took the new Tao Xun, followed Mo Lingfeng's example, reached out and pressed the Xun hole, brought it to his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and blew out a long "woo-" sound.

The wind near the head of the city was strong, and it hit him in the face, blocking the sound that Xun was coming from, and he turned his body, intending to turn his back to the wind.

However, as soon as he turned around, he saw Mo Lingfeng who arrived at some point.

Mo Lingfeng took Yin Nan with a leisurely posture, walked to Zeer's side, reached out and took the Tao Xun in his hand, and said with a smile: "Newly bought." ”

Zell worked in the back camp and received a meager salary: "Yes, if someone enters the city, I will have someone bring one." ”

He got up from the stone and stretched out his hand to get Xun back, but Mo Lingfeng didn't return it to him, but instead played with Xun and looked him up and down: "You have enough breath, when I first got Xun, I couldn't blow such a long sound." ”

Then she looked at the head of the city with a smile: "You sit here and blow the horn, can the golden captives outside the fortress hear your long and short voice?" ”

Zell heard his own sudden rapid breathing, which was drowned out by the wind.

He stretched out his hand to ask for his Xun: "I don't know, give it back to me, I just like this voice." ”

Mo Lingfeng retracted her hand, her fingers held Xun slender and powerfully, and when she lowered her hand slightly, her wide sleeves hung down, and she could only see the bone joints that bulged out from her grasp, which was a gesture of refusal that could not be ignored.

"I like it too," Mo Lingfeng nodded, "and I like to hear your whistle." ”

There was no room for manoeuvre, she didn't listen to any explanation or reason from him, but just took everything from him so casually and decisively.

The humiliation that Zell had managed to fade away was stacked in an instant, and the prisoner's body once again took away his dignity, and the unruly eagle snapped its wings and fell to the ground in blood.

In the midst of the roaring wind, he heard Mo Lingfeng say in a daze, "Go back." ”

The arrogant tone made him at a loss.

But he unconsciously surrendered to this gesture, turned away, and went back to the camp.

Before he reached the back camp, it snowed again, and the snowflakes that flew up and down blew into Zel's eyes, and the chill made his blood surge up, and anger rushed to his head, making him realize how far he had been domesticated.

He stopped and began to walk towards the Molele tent.

He walked through the steaming back camp, the soldiers chased behind his ears and shouted "chopping wood", he turned a deaf ear, walked past the school field where he was training, and he also heard the nomadic Qing screaming in pain.

"Dou Orchid! What are you wearing? Where did the Warframe go? The bells and whistles can block the knife or the arrow! Can you do whatever you want during the truce? What to do with a head smeared with oily water! Let the flies split! ”

He continued to walk forward, and saw Chang Long wearing a scarf and armor on his head in a hurry, and like Xiao Dou, Chang Long also beat himself fiercely, and was covering it up in every possible way at this time.

These people are open and happy, and they are carefully disguised, there is a kind of fresh freedom, Zell is dazzling, and he is walking faster and faster, but the roar of Nomad Qing is still in his ears.

"I think there is only one advantage to your peacock's open head, that is, it is easier to identify when the golden captive is hung on the flagpole! This osmanthus head oil is your Dou beauty! That flower arrangement is a strong man! A bunch of big men"

Zell put the voice behind him, and quickly walked to Mo Lingfeng's place, and after Yin Nantong's bow, he entered the door and walked into the front hall.

The hall was warm, Mo Lingfeng sat by the brazier, bent over, skewered a nest with chopsticks, tossing and turning on the fire, legs slightly apart, elbows propped on her thighs, hearing the footsteps of Zell walking in, she just raised her eyelids and glanced at it.

Other than that, there is no action.

Zell's loess pottery was casually placed on the table, shining with a less oily and smooth light.

Zell looked at Mo Lingfeng, his cheeks were biting tightly, and his shoulders and backs were also tense, and he walked forward like a frightened bird, raised his hands, folded them together, and bowed.

"General Mo, please give Xun back to me, I am willing to swear by the gods I believe in, I want to learn Xun, I just like its sound."

Mo Lingfeng burned the roasted skin of the nest, withdrew his hand, pinched it, and quickly moved the hot two fingers from the nest head to the earlobe.

She pinched her earlobe, and her dark eyes fell on Zell, as if she could pass through the shell and leave an indelible mark on his soul.

Soon, she looked away, broke a piece of the nest and chewed it: "Your god is me, I don't believe in any oath." ”

Zell opened his mouth to refute Mo Lingfeng's "theism", but without saying a word, he fell into silence again.

He said that he could not do it, and if he argued, he would shake himself.

Looking at Mo Lingfeng, who was taking a small bite and eating his head, he suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his hand and swept it on the table, swept Tao Xun into his hand, and sat down in the chair: "In the future, I will only blow in front of you." ”

After that, he stretched out his fingers, pressed the Xun hole, and blew out a "pounce" sound as if venting his anger.

Then he tried to change the tone, and his fingers rose and fell on the Xunkong, making a long series of unpleasant sounds.

Mo Lingfeng got up in this shrill sound, sat down beside Zel, stretched out his hand, and picked away his disorganized fingers: "Hold up your chest, otherwise the timbre is wrong, don't open your mouth too much, and soothe your breath." ”

As she spoke, she put her fingers on the Xun hole: "Put it like this." ”

She withdrew her fingers, sat back, and then took the chopsticks and skewered the nest head, and roasted them on the fire.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet, and the holes of the black hole opened and closed, like eyes struggling to open in the dark.

Zell blew for a long time, his cheeks were painful, his lips were wooden, he put down Xun, and looked at Mo Lingfeng.

Mo Lingfeng sat with his head down, looking at the letter sent from nowhere, his hair was black, his cheeks were snow-white, under the reflection of the charcoal fire, he could be broken by blowing, the gold collar hung on the placket, pressing out a beautiful trace, and then down was a narrow twist of waist

She noticed his gaze, raised her head, and her gaze was like a sharp thin ice, unabashedly piercing Zell, and immediately piercing the false beauty.

Zel's hair stood on end, and he suddenly realized his gaffe—the fire had just turned to lukewarm, and he had fallen into it unconsciously.

He took Xun into his arms, got up and said goodbye: "I'll go to the back camp to help." ”

Mo Lingfeng watched him walk out, read the letter, put it on the table, stretched out his finger and knocked on the table, making a crisp sound.

Xun, Qiang.

It can be used.