Barbarian Golden Horde,

Zhang Yuanfu walked slowly in front of the map, his eyes were faintly bloodshot, the tribes with a little background on the Gobi Desert were marked, and the border defenses in Liangzhou in his memory were also roughly pointed out.

Since the day before yesterday in the Golden Horde, a beautiful blueprint has been drawn in his heart, so he is even more desperate and energetic in doing things.

"My barbarian iron horse went south, and the military division made great contributions. ”

"If you really take down the land of the northern land of the Qingren and several states, the military advisor has everything to ask for and should be answered. ”

The barbarian king was lying on the animal skin cushion, and beside him, a charming barbarian girl was holding a fine wine in her mouth, and her green fingers roamed over the barbarian king's bare chest.

"The king, since Yuanfu is a barbarian, he should have died as the king. Hearing this, Zhang Yuanfu turned around and lowered his gaze, and saluted extremely respectfully, not pretending to the woman in the arms of the barbarian king.

In fact, if you look closely, the barbarian girl's plump breasts and fat buttocks are in line with the preferences of the barbarian, not to mention, that face is extremely coquettish, it is not an exaggeration to call it flattering, and the wheat-colored skin under the veil adds a bit of exoticism.

"Smack......

The barbarian king's rough palm slapped on the barbarian woman's tight buttocks.

"This king has important matters to discuss with the military advisor. ”

"Hmmm......"

The barbarian girl snorted, gently leaned over and bit the barbarian king's ear to blow out a breath of hot air, and then walked out of the golden tent, and her body twisted as she walked, like a water snake dancing.

"Kitsune!"

Zhang Yuanfu snorted softly in his heart, and the smell on his body when he passed by couldn't be covered up even if there was a sachet.

"It's windy. ”

When the curtain was lifted, a wind blew, and the veil on the barbarian girl's body was lifted by the strong wind.

Hearing the afterglow, Zhang Yuanfu subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, inexplicably a little dry mouth, thinking of the barbarian girl of the Huer tribe who was going to marry him the day after tomorrow, a little bitter.

The king's aesthetics have been imperceptibly corrected by the ideas instilled by himself in the past ten years, the women in the south of the Yangtze River are as gentle as water, and the women in the north are as cold as the wind, but the fat women in this barbarian tribe are really a little untouchable.

What's more, the concept of a big butt and a strong body is good for birth and raising, and the concept of many cubs is not applicable to the barbarian king, and the simple concept is useful in the small end, but now they have all sat in the highest position of the race, and some concepts have to be changed.

Subtly,

The barbarian king believed,

In a year, he selected more than ten barbarian girls in his tribe who met the aesthetics of the Qing people, and they were very free and easy every day without heaviness.

In the end, he did suffer himself,

Since he wants to integrate into the barbarians, he naturally has to marry the most representative barbarian girl among the barbarians.

When the barbarian king revealed this meaning, the leader of the Huer tribe, a very bold-looking barbarian man, drank two sips of mare's milk wine, slapped the table, and immediately sent hundreds of cattle and sheep and five hundred war horses to order this family affair for his daughter.

It's funny to say,

Since the news came out half a month ago, there are often young barbarians of the Nahur tribe who run to the Golden Horde to block the road, in line with the principle that the fat water does not flow into the fields of outsiders, and gather outside the tent to scold the injustice, so that a Qing person and the most beautiful woman in the tribe can complete the marriage, it is simply madness.

Zhang Yuanfu complained bitterly in his heart.

"Do you like it?"

The barbarian king's voice sounded in the big tent, one hand clenched his fist to support his chin, a pair of tiger eyes were staring at the Qingren in front of him, the fire in the basin flickered, and the face of the barbarian king was cloudy.

"King, Motosuke will never dare to hairpin!"

Hearing this, as if struck by lightning, Zhang Yuanfu fell to his knees in a hurry, and his forehead slammed on the ground.

"Do you like it?"

The Barbarian King spoke again.

"Motosuke, don't dare!"

Zhang Yuanfu had cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Don't dare, that's if you like it. ”

"Very well, she will go to your tent tonight. ”

The barbarian king took the wine glass on the table and drank it all.

"Motosuke, thank you, the king. ”

When Zhang Yuanfu raised his head, it was like a basin of cold water pouring down from his head, and the desire that had risen in Fang Cai's heart disappeared in an instant.

I just felt that a cold air rushed from the soles of my feet to my brain, how I got along for more than ten years I don't know what kind of person the king is, the barbarian girl can be said to be his favorite person this year, but now she has abandoned it.

"Get up!"

The Barbarian King got up and walked over to the huge map, his brow furrowed slightly.

"Are there still those tribal leaders in the royal court who haven't sent a message?"

The Barbarian King asked in a deep voice.

"Lord Yu, except for the Hana tribe and the Gore tribe, the leaders of the other tribes have already sent the message, and the letter Yuanfu has also carefully examined it and found no problems. ”

"Hana Tribe, Gore Tribe......"

The barbarian king muttered in a deep voice, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"How many days will it take for the soldiers and horses of the Qingren Imperial Court to arrive at the border of Liangzhou?"

"Your Majesty, in less than five days. ”

"The leader of the Nahar tribe, Motosuke, has already talked to him a few times, and Motosuke can still talk about it after a little effort, and as for the Gore tribe, it is difficult to support it. ”

"The king will give me two more days......"

"No need. ”

"The king has given them a chance. ”

When Zhang Yuanfu turned around, the barbarian king had already put on a big coat, and the momentum like the Gobi Desert rose in that person's body, and he just felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

What kind of person is the Barbarian King?

The barbarians believe in the strong!

The last barbarian king carried himself captive to this golden horde,

I was also fortunate to see the scene of the new king succeeding to the throne,

But what lingers in my mind is the night before,

The man in front of him is alone,

The scene of the gold account.

Behind him were the mangled corpses of thousands of barbarians,

Blood soaked the land of the royal court,

The cries of terror were endless,

Although the support of the high priest allowed the man to penetrate into the Golden Horde, the demon-like aura still lingered, and he often recalled it like a nightmare.

When the mangled corpse of the previous barbarian king flew upside down,

"Long live the barbarian king, long live long live!"

Without the slightest hesitation, he bent his knees and fell to the ground, chanting incessantly.

Behind him are countless bright knives,

The man ignored it, but only raised interest in himself,

Grinning, terrifying,

It was also from that moment that Zhang Yuanfu knew that his good days were coming.

In the same way,

All the barbarians know that the barbarian king is strong,

But no one knows how strong he is,

Even Zhang Yuanfu can only guess a rough idea.

But if you follow the division of martial arts in the world,

He thinks there are two grades,

The pure martial arts of the second grade,

The barbarians have also not been out for nearly a hundred years,

Few people in the tribes outside the royal court know about that past,

All traces were erased by the high priest.

Originally, he just wanted to support the puppet to take the throne, but he wanted to raise a tiger for trouble, and in the past ten years, the royal power has faintly overwhelmed the divine power in the hands of the high priest.

And tonight is the time when the royal power completely overshadows the divine power,

The barbarian king stepped out of the tent,

The wind blows the red hair and dances,

One step forward is dozens of feet away,

The visible wave of air exploded,

The mud is flying and the grass is rolled up,

Looking at the tent in front of you,

There was a cold light in the barbarian king's eyes.