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A lonely float, standing alone among the grass and flowers, waiting for the bride who has not returned.

The autumn breeze was cool, bringing the fragrance of flowers, and a few grassland men with scimitars in their hands.

Riding the autumn wind, the men were unharmed.

Before the aftermath was pleased, there was another volley of white impermanence.

Wave the feather fan again and summon the two people who had guarded the float before and did not go hunting.

I just remember guarding by the float at that time, why did everyone gather around at this time?

Hey, isn't the guy with the fan the one who carries the bride in the car? Why did he come too?

When he was ignorant, he heard Bai Wuchang ask Chi Na: "Saren is a demon, what should you do?"

Puffed up his chest, his eyes calm: "Saren is my wife." ”

secretly praised Chi Na's infatuation, and Bai Wuchang sighed: "Marry the demon, do you know what the end is?"

The scimitar slashed through the air, and China once again proudly said: "Even if the tribes of the whole grassland can't tolerate us, I won't leave Saren!"

Emphasis on love and righteousness, bold and heroic, lived up to Saren's lifelong promise.

Sighing again, Bai Wuchang made it clear: "Walking with demons, damaging yang qi, your lifespan will become shorter, and eventually the demon qi will enter the body, and the whole body will festered and die." ”

Everyone sighed, but Chi Na smiled: "Immortal Heaven gave me a soul, so that I can love Saren." If you can't be with Saren, why is China still alive?"

Saren is the moon, and the red is the wolf.

If the wolf doesn't chase the moon, who should he ask?

His words were loud, and he landed soundly, and then he got Bai Jun's smile.

After listening to China's oath, Bai Wuchang looked up to the sky and laughed: "What I said, even I want to marry you." ”

After asking China, he asked the others: "What do you say that the people of your tribe want to marry a demon?"

Haha laughed, shook the grassland, and everyone was a hero: "If you love Saren, you should love vigorously, love under the blessing of the immortal heaven, and love from generation to generation, even if the whole grassland can't accommodate them, our tribe will always be their home." ”

The voice was sincere and moving, but it failed to move Bai Wuchang, and he chuckled and asked, "Maybe a few of you can accommodate them, but what about the rest of the tribe?"

A question annoyed the man, and the fiery man pulled out a sharp knife and cut off his thumb.

Pools of blood, righteous people, looking directly at Bai Wuchang: "The herdsmen don't talk in circles, if the people of my tribe can't tolerate China and Saren, let my head never grow back like a thumb!"

The Han people were also righteous and swore an oath one after another, and bloodily carried out the land of Mongolia.

Secretly sighed, the men of the grassland are more affectionate than the Central Plains.

Pick up his thumb, gently place it on the big man's bloody hand, and fan the feather fan on the side to create a warm breeze.

Suddenly, the pain subsided suddenly, and when the big man took a closer look, it was clear that there were still blood stains, but his thumb was reborn again, and there was not even a scar left intact.

He can cross the void in the void, and he can be reborn with a broken finger, maybe he is a demon more powerful than Saren.

Regardless of whether he is a demon or a god, he is not a bad person if he defends Saren everywhere.

I have seen Bai Wuchang's mana, but no one asks about his origin, which makes Bai Wuchang feel calm.

These people are all heroes who are passionate and righteous, and they will definitely be able to protect their oaths, and perhaps, this matter can be arranged in such a way.

I made up my mind, and just as I was about to say more, I heard someone pushing the wind.

Still wearing a pretty makeup, Saren fluttered down, but stood far away from China.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were sad, she didn't dare to look at China, and gently opened her lips: "China, I'm a demon, you're human, we may never be together." ”

The words are as light as the sound of flowers blooming, and people are sad like summer leaves after frost.

China's chest rose and fell, stepping on the autumn grass step by step, and walked towards Saren.

The mercy continued, tears slipped down, and she lowered her eyes and chuckled: "Thank you, China, for giving me a wedding and a dream, and I always have you in my half-life memory." ”

One step at a time, one tear, China's eyes are full of love.

The most painful thing is the tears of your sweetheart.

Crying and swasting his eye makeup and washing off the rouge, Saren forgot to wipe his tears: "I'm sorry, China, if we met on the first day, I wouldn't lie to you, if it wasn't for me drinking too much wine and kissing your face, if I didn't let you find my tribe......"

A kiss fell, and tears were entangled.

I can't tell who is Saren and who is China.

I only know that they are a pair of people who cannot be separated.

Heaven and earth are silent, and lovers don't need love words.

The kiss hurts the red lips and lets the tears fall.

After 10,000 years of kissing and kissing, even though he was reluctant, Saren still gently pushed away Chi Na and saw his teary eyes clearly.

The tears of the prairie man are worth more than gold, and he has loved him and no longer regrets them.

"I'm leaving. ”

Turning slightly, Saren's back was slender, like a lonely goose in winter.

Two large hands intertwined, locking her firmly from behind, and China took her ear in her mouth.

The heart is broken, and he can't move the red boots, so he will hold him for a while, and there will be a parting.

Seeing that the lover's parting was imminent, even if the heroes were bold, the men could only lament repeatedly.

When there was silence all around, I heard Bai Wuchang persuade: "China, Saren should go, you can't cause damage to the yang energy of other people in the tribe because you love each other." ”

"What are you talking about!" Chi Na was incredulous, turned around and drew his scimitar, and glared at Bai Wuchang angrily: "I don't care what kind of immortal you are, if you dare to say that Saren leaves me, you will be my enemy!"

Chi Na drew his sword, and all the Han men followed him, and he was angry: "Saren is a woman of our tribe, she is protected by our tribe, and no one can drive her away!"

A word of persuasion provoked the enemy on his back, Bai Wuchang smiled bitterly, and then persuaded Saren: "You should go, the grassland is no longer your home." ”

Even Uncle Joke persuaded me to leave, and it seems that I no longer belong to the grassland.

Chi Na raised his sword, and the tiger walked into the wind, rushing straight to Bai Impermanence.

Seeing the danger and not seeing it, Bai Wuchang looked at Saren with a smile: "Chi Na is a man worthy of trust, you have to take him with you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the knife was in front of him.

Looking at the ignorant Chi Na, Bai Wuchang asked him, "For the sake of Saren, are you willing to leave the grassland?"

This sentence is redundant, in order to be with Saren, Chi Na does not hesitate to fester, how can he be reluctant to leave the grassland?

Therefore, Bai Wuchang didn't wait for Saren's answer, turned to the strong man again, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Central Plains people like to go around in circles when they speak, but if they don't go around in circles, I won't get the affection of the heroes, and I don't dare to arrange things like this." ”

Knowing that this man had another plan, the men put away their knives one after another, waiting for him to speak clearly.

"I hope that after the heroes return to the tribe, they will only say that China and Saren are newly married, and they have decided to travel to the desert together, and don't make jokes about today's events. ”

It turned out that he tried several times to hide from the world.

Seeing that the matter was a foregone conclusion, there was no need to say much about the pain of parting, and the men took off their respective accessories as a farewell gift.

Take a sip of wine, laugh heartily, turn over the horse, and ride the horse freely.

Between heaven and earth, their singing voices echoed, and there were tearful blessings: "China, Saren, after giving birth, you must bring it back to us to see!"

This is the grassland, everyone is a hero, everyone is ordinary.