Liang Muha slept very deeply. In a daze, one dream after another, like a memory and a prophecy, made this hero, who was as strong as an ox on weekdays and despised everything in the grassland, a little overwhelmed.

In the dream, batch after batch of passers-by in his life appeared on the stage, which overwhelmed him. There are even many enemies who have their hands and feet cut off by him and cooked them alive, and they also drag their mutilated bodies to chat with him to relieve their boredom.

Finally, when Nanyuan King Zheda also appeared, all this was over.

"Big brother, I'm not actually dead. When Jeda turned his bloated body and faced Ryokiha, the first sentence surprised Ryomuha.

Liang Muha didn't want to lose his kingly demeanor, so he still pretended to refute calmly, "No, brother, you are dead, and your daughter almost went to war with us Beiyuan for this matter." ”

Zheda shook his huge head, a small pigtail that disobeyed discipline, dangling on the door of his head, and Liangmuha's eyes were attracted by the pigtail, and then he saw that at the hairline of Zheda's head, there was a large hole three fingers wide, and the big hole penetrated his entire head, and the light behind his head could be seen from the irregular hole in his forehead.

Faced with such a friend who has no brains, Liangmuha has no temper, he has to listen patiently to what Zheda says,

"Big brother, although you have fought all your life and wiped out the former overlords of the entire Northern Wilderness Grassland, what can you do? A hundred years later, you will just be a handful of loess that can be trampled on. It's better to be like me, although you don't have great ambitions, but you have already sought the method of immortality from your master, I admire your great talent, big brother, it is better to live forever with me, so that your life will be meaningful. ”

The empty-brained Zheda talked boastfully in front of Liang Mu Ha, and Liang Mu Ha was a little depressed when he heard it, but he thought that this dead brother was probably too lonely and wanted to complain, besides, his brother's death was inseparable from his second son Wo Beitai, with a little guilt, Liang Mu Ha couldn't bear to refute anymore, but quietly waited for Zheda to finish what he wanted to say.

In the end, Zheda saw that Liangmuha was just vain and wronged, and was not moved by himself, and suddenly became excited, "Whether you live with me or not, I can't wait for you for long here!"

As he spoke, this guy who had an empty head slammed into front of Liang Muha, grabbed the arms of the grassland lord, and shook desperately, "Come on, come on!"

Liangmuha didn't expect Zheda's strength to be so great, and he was shaken to pieces, so he had to find a way to shirk it, "Brother, I still have some things here that I haven't explained clearly, and when I finish the matter, I will go to you." ”

"Hmph!" Zheda, who had always been docile in front of Liangmuha, suddenly became angry, "You have been lying to everyone for a lifetime, do you think I really don't know, but I understand that I need an overlord in the Northern Wilderness Grassland." You have deceived others, and you still want to deceive me? You will also suffer such retribution from me, and the impending catastrophe of the grassland cannot be stopped by your strength. ”

"What? What kind of catastrophe are you talking about, brother, tell me......" Liangmu Ha saw that Zheda didn't look like he was joking, and intuitively felt that this ghost must know something, but when he asked again, Zheda was already at the mercy of the crowd in an instant, and in the goose feather blizzard, the figure quickly disappeared.

Snow, this season's blizzard, never want to stop. Liangmuha raised his head and looked at the sky, and the snowflakes were getting denser and denser, filling the entire sky. Suddenly, Liang Muha couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, why, the whole sky was like a huge snow ball. It's not that the sky is overcast, it's that the whole sky has turned into a huge snowdrift, and it has collapsed towards his face.

"Ahh The tent was dim, and Liangmuha, who was covered in a cold sweat, had just woken up from a nightmare, and couldn't help but shout anxiously,

"Guards!

"King," a few gentle voices sounded, and by the dim light of the oil lamp in the tent, Liangmu closed his eyes for a long time, and finally saw that the county lord of Nihuang was still surrounded by his window with a group of female dependents.

"King, are you having a nightmare?" The Nihuang County Lord took out a square handkerchief with a look of concern, and wiped the cold sweat on Liangmuha's head. While sweating, he comforted, "Why don't I go find a few more candles and help the king light up the tent?"

Liang Muha, who slowly came to his senses, shook his head and asked Nihuang rhetorically, "Isn't this the rule of the tribe, in order to save fire, try to save lamp oil, these resources can only be stolen from Daxia." ”

Seeing that the queen's face was a little embarrassed, Liang Muha greeted his subordinates,

"I'm fine, Madame has been guarding a lot during this time, so please ask Madame to take everyone back to the palace to rest, you and your wives take turns to take care of it. Mrs. Moron, are you here to stand on the first shift?"

Nihuang glanced meaningfully at Mrs. Morun who was standing behind him, but this was the order given by Liangmuha, and the county lord of Nihuang had to do so, leading everyone to retreat from Liangmuha's big tent.

The big tent finally fell silent, and only the heavy breathing of the old man could be heard, and after a long time, Liangmu Ha just wanted to speak, but was drained of the air in his lungs by a violent cough that was out of breath.

"Mo Lun, ah......" Liang Muha finally stopped coughing, and his voice became much kinder than before, stretching out a pair of arms towards the darkness in front of him.

"My lord, I'm ......," Madame Morun hurriedly took Ryomuha's outstretched arms that were groping in the air, and Ryomuha felt a little at ease.

"I didn't expect that this evil disease would kill me, but unfortunately I was a hero who didn't die on the battlefield in the end, but was ready to kill myself in this bed of broken cotton wool. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, the king, we are all waiting for you to recover. It's just that this year's wind and snow are a little bigger than in previous years, so the king catches up with the wind chill. ”

Liang Muha obviously had a hard time talking, but he couldn't help but want to chat with the lady Mo Lun in front of him, who had gone through the years and weathers, but was still as beautiful as a pearl on the grassland.

Mrs. Morun helped Liang Muha to half-sit up from a flat position, and a thick cushion was tucked behind her, and Liang Muha pointed with her finger, and Mrs. Moren understood and took Liang Muha's favorite dagger from the knife stand on the side.

"Madam, this treasure blade was snatched from Daxia, sharpen iron like clay, you don't know martial arts, and your strength is small, if you want to kill, this dagger is the most suitable. ”

Mrs. Mo Lun was startled, and hurriedly handed the dagger to Liang Muha,

"Don't make fun of me, my lord. How dare I kill someone?"

"Hehe," Liang Muha smiled bitterly, "yes, if you dare to kill someone, how can we become husband and wife?" When you came to me, you were trying to kill me, right?"

Mrs. Mo Lun's shoulders shook obviously, but the old man on the bed looked calm, and did not make the slightest wave because of these words.

"I killed your father and brother back then, and according to your nature, you married me to find an opportunity to kill me. ”

Mrs. Mo Lun kept this memory of that year in the depths of her memory, and she didn't dare to touch it easily, and even faintly hinted that she had forgotten it, but unexpectedly, the old man on the sickbed suddenly mentioned it himself.

The old man was right, back then, Mrs. Mo Lun was bent on looking for an opportunity to assassinate her husband. It's just that he never started.

Ryomuha continued to mutter,

"Hate, love, or love. I'm grateful to have you as my companion for the rest of my life. ”

Liangmu Haron Ma has not been a good woman all his life, but it can be said that he fell in love with this pearl on the grassland at first sight. He married the lord of Nihuang County in Great Xia as the main palace, and Mrs. Mo Lun is the second palace, which is not much lower than Nihuang's status.

Later, Liangmuha insulted two maids and gave birth to the third prince Tieshan and the fourth prince Shibu for him. But due to the admonition of the Nihuang County Lord, these two maidservants have no right to enter the harem of Liangmuha, and only bring the two children back to raise them.

Liang Muha's dry and rough hands tightly grasped Mo Lun's palm, as if she was afraid that if she turned around, she would leave. Or, turn around, and he himself will leave.

Mrs. Mo Lun gently caressed the back of Liang Muha's hand, and while comforting, he explained,

"The king only occasionally feels the cold, you are as strong as an ox, and soon you will be well and you will take the princes to conquer your opponents again......"

"Hehehe," these words said to Liang Muha's heart, and he held Mo Lun's hand tightly, "You have never let me down." By the way, what's that little pony doing in Wobetai? If you meet him, make sure to let him come to me. I still have something to look for him. ”

Mo Lun agreed, and according to Liang Muha's instructions, he went out to find his son Wobeitai. As soon as he came out of the camp, the white-haired wind with the blizzard in his face rushed towards him, almost knocking the graceful "Prairie Pearl" to his feet.

In the process of looking for his son, Mo Lun passed by the tribe's prison camp, and the dilapidated yurt house had been half crushed by the blizzard.

According to Liang Muha's explanation, because the heavy snow closed the door, the prisoners in the original prison were released and killed, and now there is only one prisoner left inside, that is, Su Su, the broken ethereal feather.

Regarding Su Su, it once turned Wobetai and Liangmuha against each other, but fortunately, as time passed, those sharp contradictions between the father and son have gradually dissolved. And the two sides tacitly gave in to each other, and after the prison camp was handled, it had become Su Su's private territory.

When Madame Moron arrived, Su Su was bored and was practicing her bow and arrows. The cell boss just wanted to say hello, but Mrs. Mo Lun waved her hand to stop it, and watched with interest the bamboo arrows shot from Su Su's longbow, all of which hit the bull's-eye one by one

"What are you doing here?" Su Su kept her back to Madame Mo Lun, focusing on her own archery, and another ten rings, she finally stopped firing her bow and asked Madam Mo Lun behind her.

"If only I had you to protect myself and my friends. ”

Su Su remembered the scene of separation from Xiang Bei, and couldn't help but say to himself, "No matter how good the kung fu is, what is the use, the traitorous person will use all kinds of despicable means to secretly make it bad." I really want to kill them all with the Ethereal Spirit Feather. ”

Mo Lun saw that Su Su's emotions were a little out of control, and hurriedly explained on the side, "No matter how high the kung fu is, we still have to find a man to rely on." ”