Pisa is coming!

Everyone's expression is very solemn, everyone's eyes are fearful, and everyone's heart is heavy.

Pisa the bear, a giant beast of the steppe, a devil who eats human flesh.

Moro brought bad news that Pisa was coming, and the Chiu people had found him.

The Chiwu tribe is the sworn enemy of the Gelang tribe, and they want to put the Gelang tribe to death!

So ruthless!

Of course, there is good news.

The good news is that Huba Cilen, and Moro said that Huba Cilen did not come for nothing.

In fact, there is no need for Moro to say, people are looking at Khuba Cileng, like looking at a huge god.

"Ho-ho, ho-ho. Huba Cilen was smirking innocently, how did Huba Cilen know what was going on.

Life and death are at stake, and in times of crisis, Ge Ritu's love and hatred naturally turn into pediatrics. This is not child's play, Geritu no longer pays attention to the annoying Ahururu, and Geritu can't care about being jealous and jealous. The Chiwu tribe! The Chiwu tribe is coming, it's just in time! Geritu sharpened his long knife, Geritu prepared his war horse bow and arrow, the monstrous battle spirit was ignited in his chest, and the bitter hatred burned Geritu's eyes red! Xiong Zhen! Pisa! Come on, come on, slaughter you! Geritu does not count on outsiders to help, Geritu wants to kill the enemy with his own strength, protect his own people, and defend his own land!

Geritu is like this, every man of the Gelang tribe is like this, every man!

Gribugi gave the order, and the Grande dispersed one after another, each preparing his horse and saddle, sharpening his bows, arrows, knives and guns. As if facing a great enemy, but also not panicked, can not escape only bravely faced, clenched fists and puffed up chest! The jackal is coming, a man is on the board! Go up, go to the battlefield! The Chiwu tribe is a large number of people, the Gelang tribe is a strong general, everyone is skilled in bows and horses, and the sword and axe are fierce, it is the time to raise soldiers for a thousand days——

Everyone is busy, everyone is busy, women, children and the elderly are all in battle, and the drooping children are also helping.

Like Egma, he took out his silver scimitar and sharpened his spear in battle: "Hit the bear!

The bear Gergma hadn't seen it, but to Gergma, the bear was a demon!

Grandma said that everyone who had seen the bear had eaten it.

Gesang Meduo took out a bow and a pot of arrows, and sent it over with a smile: "Fang Yin——"

Fang Yin shook his head, smiled, and didn't take it: "Gesang Meadow-"

One finger, in the distance, on horseback, is Geritu.

The two smiled heartily, and their hearts were warm.

They are all smart people, they don't have to say something, they don't fall in love at first sight, but they have a heart.

Squeak, creak, leather boots crisp and bright, on the snow Gesang Medo walked towards Geritu, black braided hair and heavy winter clothes could not hide the grace of the figure. Yes, Geritu needs Gesang Meadow, Gesang Medo is the source of Geritu's strength, and Geritu will fight for her. The warrior straddling the horse, the gentle and affectionate girl, in this snow-covered grassland and this clear world, everything seems so beautiful and harmonious.

"You're intrigued. Moro laughed, "Really?"

"Yes. Fang Yin smiled: "So what?"

"Not how. Moro was used to all this, and Moro was smiling: "Gesang Medo, a good girl." ”

"Master Moro. Fang Yin sighed: "Fang Yin doesn't understand, why is this. ”

"Lust knows no bounds, and killing doesn't stop. The three of them have seen many such scenes along the way: "Lord Vishnu, how are you going to save them?"

"I am not Lord Vishnu, and I am not a living Buddha. Fang Yin understood what Moro meant, but Fang Yin couldn't do it: "Brother Huba Cileng, it's up to you." ”

Huba Cileng closed his eyes and sat on the snow, which was surprisingly calm at this time.

"Moro, Moro?" asked Gergma curiously, "what are you talking about?"

The Living Buddha said that to live is suffering, and to die is liberation.

Fang Yin didn't think so, and Fang Yin didn't agree with what Tuojialuo said.

Gergma laughed and ran away, a silver bell-like laugh from her slender waist, Germa was a carefree little girl.

Where is suffering, and why liberation?

Huba Cileng is practicing, practicing and meditating, fame: one thought.

One thought is a man, one thought is a beast, one thought becomes a god, and one thought becomes a demon. Ordinary exercises, strange exercises.

Huba Cilen has the power of a dragon elephant, a simple mind and well-developed limbs.

Tuogaro said that Khuba Cileng had the heart of a beast, so he passed on his exercises not for practice, but only to suppress his evil thoughts.

When Huba Cileng went crazy, it was extremely terrifying and bloody, Fang Yin had seen it.

The longer the evil thoughts are suppressed, the more violent the madness of Huba Cilen becomes, because it is not a disease, it is nature.

One thought is a practice, or a forbidden.

It was a huge nightmare that lingered for a long time, imprisoning Huba Cilen's body and mind.

Strictly speaking, Huba Cileng is not a person, but a man and a beast, but a god and a demon.

But Huba Cilen was ignorant and unconscious, and was mostly happy like a child.

No Zen! No Zen! Fang Yin looked at the sleeping Huba Cileng, and thought of Wu Zen again.

Don't think it's bitter, it's sweet, it's like no Zen, it's simple and happy.

"Pisa is no match for Huba Cilen, not at all. Fang Yin sighed with a smile and said seriously: "Huba Cileng is the first warrior in Xiliang." Mo Luo smiled, and Mo Luo smiled: "Compared to your Wuzen brother, how is Huba Cilen?" Fang Yin thought for a while and replied: "Huba Cilen, it's more stupid." Moro laughed, laughed: "Wanhe Valley, martial arts conference, I will take Huba Cilen to see it at that time." ”

Moro also knows about the affairs of the Central Plains, and Moro knows no less than Fang Yin.

Moramaro, sure enough, is wise and well-informed.

The sunset sings late.

The Chiwu people did not come, nor did Xiong Zhen Pisa.

The bonfires were lit in the same way, and the night was lit up by the red flames, and the people of the Grande danced merrily and sang loudly.

But no one drank that night.

But that night, no one slept peacefully.

The fear hidden in the heart, the unpredictable fate, everyone's nerves are tight, like the strings of a hard bow.

The crescent moon is like a hook, and the cold glow is like a blade.

Only Huba Cileng, full of food and drink, with his feet facing the sky, slept like a dead pig: "Ahururu! Ahururu!"

Huba Cilen is talking in his dreams again, and Huba Cilen has to say every night that Ahururu is Huba Cilen's dream lover: "Horn Mi!"

Presumably, this horn is what I mean by loving you.

Fang Yin covered him with a blanket, and burned the bonfire that was about to be extinguished: "Master Moro, you can also sleep." ”

Moro didn't sleep, Moro smiled: "Fang Yin, you're crying." ”

Daoist Fang cried again, Daoist Fang just loved to cry: "I don't believe it!

It was said by the Living Buddha, not by Moro.

Tuo Jia Luo said that Huba Cileng would die in the hands of Fang Yin, one day, in the near future.

Or, to say, liberation.

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