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Listen to the story.

A piece of the past that evokes a smile.

The person is drunk without drinking.

No wonder the bride relied on him in every way, and gave him more intimacy than her husband.

It turns out that there is such a past.

Heal her wounds and save her life.

Give her mana, give her a good name.

What happened after the name?

When he was not the White Monarch of the Difu, why did he travel to the Mongolian steppe?

Saren is just a righteous little fox demon, how can he call Bailu to be a forehead?

When she got married, the white deer who was worshiped by the shepherd was willing to comb her hair and make a gild.

How could a haunting female doll like her let him escape?

Under what kind of opportunity did the blue wolf Bailu introduce him to the white monarch of the underworld?

There are many questions that only he can solve.

But he said no more.

Perhaps, he said this story just to divert the master's attention.

No longer annoys the master, he deliberately said that the master was his daughter last night.

Although he knew his careful thoughts, Hei Wuchang no longer asked.

No matter how much he talked nonsense, he finally saved himself from the drinking array.

Silently, the Black Monarch took the lead in riding the dust.

Circle the float and be jubilant on the way.

The men have wine and songs, singing the grassland.

Saren sat quietly in the float, peeking in, and saw Akaina's eager eyes several times, as if he couldn't see enough of himself in his life.

blushed and lowered his head, a little sour.

I am a demon, he is a human being, although I love each other, but I can't last forever.

Demons live for 10,000 years, people live for 100 years, and there is always a time to part.

Even if the demon spirit is damaged, he will have to give birth to a few children for him, so that when he enjoys his yang life, he will smile every day.

Men sing happily, women are ashamed, although they don't say a word, their hearts have followed him to the sea and the sky.

While they were rejoicing, a few eagles chirped in the sky.

Several black hawks circled and swooped.

Judging by their momentum, they must be encircling their prey.

A few men looked at it, and sure enough, they saw a sika spotted deer in the deep grass.

The men laughed, and someone immediately took a bow and shot an arrow that scattered the eagles.

Chi Na was even more proud, took off the hard bow, and said to Saren heroically: "This deer, I will give it to you!"

He took off the bridegroom's crown and hat and threw it to Saren, who urged the horse to chase the deer.

Of course, the men will not steal the limelight from the groom, leaving only two people to watch the float, and the rest of the people will hold the moon and go to help China.

The men of the grassland herdsmen are all masters of riding and hunting.

You don't have to arrange a formation, and you can naturally form a formation.

Some people surrounded, some blocked, some chased, and Chi Na was the archer who was held in the center.

Merlot sprang into the woods, followed by the horses.

No matter how dexterous it is, it can't escape the round-up of so many riders.

Pull up the full moon bow and strike mercilessly.

The cold arrow broke through the wind, hit with one blow, and Merlot jumped a few more times, and then fell softly.

The steed chased after him and found the dying Merlot deep in the grass.

In addition to the adult, there were two young deer with them, staring at the hunters in horror, not knowing whether to flee or stay by their mother's side.

The people dismounted and drove away the fawn.

This is the real hunter, who knows the gift and the truth of life.

Unable to bear to see Merlot suffer in this way, China drew the scimitar at her waist and recited a blessing to end her life.

Before the scimitar fell, several howls were heard.

Immediately afterward, the sound of horses' hooves was chaotic, and a group of strongmen rushed out of the forest.

I don't know whether they are friends or foes, the red group hurriedly set up arrows and drew bows, and they all aimed at the comers.

Calm down, each gasped.

The number of people who came was large, and the number of people was more than ten times that of their own.

The leader of the group, Ti Ma stepped forward, saw that Chi Na had a knife in his hand, and knew that he was the hunter.

With a hideous smile, the man turned straight to China: "Friend, give me the deer." ”

Despite his reluctance, China had to give in.

The grassland is barren, and it seems to be an iron law to rob if there is no one.

"Okay, I'll keep the deer head and liver, and I'll give the rest to my friends. ”

As he spoke, Akana was about to use the knife again.

Interrupted by the man again, he became even more greedy after two wild laughs: "Friend, I want a whole one." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone was furious.

There are rules in the grassland, you can grab prey, but you must leave the head and liver of the prey for the hunter, otherwise it is like cursing the hunter to never hunt the prey for the rest of his life.

He has already taken a step back, and he is going to kill them all?

Chi Na's tiger eyes were round, he straightened up, and the hero roared: "Aren't you afraid of the punishment of the Immortal Heaven?"

A question made the man look up to the sky and laugh wildly: "Changshengtian will not punish me, Changshengtian loves me, because he not only gave me a deer today, but also gave me a bride!"

Gasping for air, Chi Na felt bad, and listened to the man's wild words: "The floats and women outside the forest belong to me!"

If you rob the prey, you have to rob the people, I'm afraid that you won't die today.

The steppe hunters are all bloody, and in the ranks of China, someone shouted at the strongman: "Do you dare to duel with me according to the rules of the grassland?"

A strongman is not a hero, so he bullies the widow with more, how can he duel with someone one-on-one?

The leader waved his hand, and two beast roars were heard from the horses.

When everyone was shocked, two black leopards jumped out of the herd, and if it weren't for the leopard slave leading, I am afraid that they would have pounced on the red group at this time.

The panther has sharp eyes and teeth, and has been domesticated by this gang of strongmen.

Saliva is on the side of his mouth, and when the leopard slave unties the ring, he will tear the enemy apart.

Leopards eat 20 catties of meat every day, and those who can raise leopards are at least the leaders of a tribe that is not small.

The tribal leader has at least a dozen women, and he still robs his wife, so shameless!

There was a leopard threat, and the red group was not afraid, they put down their bows and arrows, drew their scimitars, and their eyes turned red, and they wanted to fight the black panther to the death.

Seeing the enemy abandon his bow and knowing that the battle had been won, the madman looked up to the sky and laughed.

Before the laughter fell, suddenly there was a wail in my ears.

Put away the laughter and look intently, the two leopards that were still fierce and intimidating just now have fallen in a pool of blood.

The leopard is dead, and blood is still bubbling from the choked throat.

On closer inspection, the throat has been hollowed out.

Everyone was shocked, and no one could see what was happening.

In heaven and earth, only leopards are the fastest, who can be faster than them?

These two black panthers were raised by a madman since he was a child, and he robbed him of countless prey.

At this time, he died inexplicably, which made him angry, almost shattered his eyes, and yelled: "Kill!"

Dozens of cold arrows shot at the throat of Chi's group!

I am afraid that my life cannot be saved, so I can only make a final swing of the knife, and block an arrow is an arrow.

But not a single arrow was blocked.

It is said that the arrow of the bow cannot be turned back.

But these arrows turned their heads inexplicably and shot a strong man.

Although the leader was not dead, he did not escape the living crime, and his right shoulder was pierced by a heavy arrow, and blood was splattered everywhere.

This weirdness is something that no one can solve.

When I was in a trance, I heard a coquettish laugh from the brittle warbler: "Changshengtian doesn't punish you, but I can't spare you." ”

The laughter is good, like the cry of a yellow finch.

When it is strong in people's ears, this spiritual sound is like a curse that urges life.