CHAPTER XXIX

The sunlight shines through the window like a folding fan that spreads quickly, and reflects its shadow on the carpet in the room, and then suddenly disappears as when it appears, this is not a house in the style of the Central Plains, its windows are open on the top, the roof and the four walls are surrounded by soft white felt, fixed with a strong rope with patterns, there is a wooden frame on the southwest wall, and the door panel that exudes a faint fragrance is installed, and the floor is covered with a beautifully styled and soft Persian carpet, and the carpet is woven with delicate red roses. Bright patterns such as turquoise jadeite carvings, sea-blue irises and so on.

The walls of the tent are covered with the heads and fur of all kinds of large and exotic animals, which are so lifelike that they seem to jump off the wall at a glance.

Several big men pressed the knife with their right hand, supported their waist with their left hand, and stood beside the person sitting on the main seat of the white ivory carving in the room with fierce expressions.

A tall and burly man, with a tea-blue face, a wide forehead, in the middle-aged and elderly man sat majestically on a huge colorful tiger skin, one foot was forcefully kicked on the majestic tiger head, the forehead was squeezed with many wrinkles, the wrinkles were mixed with some scars, the sophisticated face with arrogance and complacency, the eyes under the thick eyebrows, contained a rare deep and gloomy gaze, the face was full of beard, like a silver needle, hard and long, with the meniscus scar on the forehead and a slightly high nose, which made people want to shiver at a glanceใ€‚

The leader of the convoy, with low eyebrows, nodded and presented the gifts and gifts he brought with him, and then paused, with a cold look sideways, looking at a thin figure, fair face, a little tired, a middle-aged man in a fuchsia official uniform, he looked at the leader, his face showed a timid bookish anger.

The leader looked at him coldly, the green tendons on his face appeared, horizontal and vertical, completely fierce, and a sad and helpless emotion in the middle-aged man's heart hit like a storm.

Suddenly, the pale white wool felt was lifted by a slender and smooth little hand, hesitantly and timidly, and a large hand with thick joints, full of calluses, like a fan, quickly grabbed the little hand soaked in the cold, and dragged the owner of the hand in.

A thin little girl, dressed like a maid, with a frightened demeanor like a deer, opened clear eyes that were confused and a little flustered, and looked at the people in the tent.

The leader sitting on the ivory carved pedestal, with his jaw like iron and stone, pointed the direction in which the girl was standing, and there was an unknown light hidden in his deep eyes, the big man who dragged the little girl in, was trying his best to hide his greedy eyes radiating from the girl's whole body, and when he saw the leader's instructions, he slapped the little girl's delicate little face with his big fan-like hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Where did you come from, a wild girl, who dared to trespass on the chief's council. โ€

The little girl was so frightened that her face was blue, her little face was swollen and high, she didn't even notice it, she was so scared that she couldn't speak, and there was red blood flowing from the corners of her mouth.

The middle-aged man in the purple-red official uniform had a helpless look, avoiding the distress gaze projected by the little girl, and the leader stood there straight with a cold expression, unmoved.

The little girl stood there at a loss, her face was spicy, and she wanted to retreat, but the big man standing by the door scared her, and there were two people who came with her in front of her, but they were like familiar strangers, and they couldn't feel the temperature at all.

At this time, the curtain of the door was slowly lifted again, and the person by the door wanted to come again, but was caught by the person with a backhand at the speed of lightning and flint, and he could not relax, so he had to scream, and the person flashed into the tent on one side, and a young face that was not good-looking, but smooth and pleasant, was revealed, and he smiled and smiled in the direction of the leader, and said in a kind and beautiful voice: "Is it the team of the relatives who have arrived? But I have been waiting for a long time." โ€

When the little girl heard this, she wanted to fly away immediately like a frightened bird, but the person seemed to have been drained of all her strength, so she looked at the person fixedly, and the blood at the corner of her mouth was still flowing, but she didn't feel it, and she didn't wipe it.