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This mutation was unexpected for all Turkic people. No one could have imagined that Solanke, a warrior of the Ejina tribe, who clearly had the upper hand and was ferocious, fell off his horse in the blink of an eye and was fatally struck by the big Chinese. There was something strange and strange in the middle of it. Three thousand Turks stood there dumbfounded, silent.

The Dahua soldiers were ecstatic, and killed the enemy chiefs lightly while talking and laughing. General Lin was really a god. Gao Chief took the lead in raising his arms and shouting: "General Lin is invincible and invincible in the world!"

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"Roar - Roar - Unparalleled power - invincible in the world!" The five thousand sergeants raised the swords, guns and torches in their hands, cheering excitedly through the sky in the blazing light.

Old Gao, do your best to do some personal worship! Lin Wanrong laughed twice, gently blew the smoke from the muzzle, and put the musket back into his arms. Turning the horse's head and slowly walking to Solanke's side, he saw the Turk lying on his back, with his hands and feet spread out, forming a big "tai". There was a huge blood hole on his forehead. Solan opened his eyes angrily, and when he was about to die, he didn't understand how he broke down.

Lin Wanrong stomped back in front of his team, and said with a long smile: "The most fair duel in the world is over, Suolan is dead! You wait for the Turks, why don't you get off your horse and surrender?!"

"Dismount and surrender, dismount and surrender!" Dahua soldiers cheered and shouted in unison.

The three thousand Hu people looked at each other in dismay. They never dreamed that it was supposed to be the best competition for the Turks, but the most courageous Solan was taken away without anyone noticing. what kind of magic. This is a great shock and oppression to their psychology. and. According to the agreement between Solanke and Wo Laogong before the competition, Solanke was defeated and died. The three thousand Hu people are about to put down their swords and raise their hands to surrender, which is for the Turks with wolf-like nature. It's an absolutely unbearable shame.

"Shameless big Chinese. You are cheating! I will never obey you!" Suddenly there was an angry voice. The man was strong. With a sturdy expression, it was the leader of the cavalry who rescued Durhancha before. When Solan died, Zuozan became the supreme commander of the 3,000 Turks.

The high chief introduced the origin of this person in a low voice. Lin Wanrong shouted loudly: "Zuozan, right? I heard that you are the leader of the Haerhelin tribe. Don't take the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. This is the fairest test in the world. It is the Ejin warrior Solan Kedu. Although he was defeated and died, he was more upright than you. You openly denied the result of the duel, which is not only disrespectful to the warriors of the Ejina tribe, but also blasphemy against the god of the grassland, who will punish your land. "

Hu Bugui laughed dumbly when he heard it. When it comes to lip service, no one can compare to General Lin. These few words not only provoked the relationship between the two tribes of Haerhelin and Ejina.

It even moved out of the famous God of the Prairie. Even if the Turks are reckless. Don't dare to be disrespectful to the god of the grassland!

as predicted. Lin Wanrong's words fell. There was a loud noise among the Hu people, how the big Chinese cheated. They didn't see it. But Soran could swear by the steppe god. But everyone heard it with their own ears. To break a promise. is to be punished. Some devout Hu people have already knelt down. Pray to the God of the Prairie.

Seeing that the situation was gradually getting out of control, Zuozan, the leader of the cavalry in Haarhe Woodland, waved his saber sharply. Angrily shouted: "Turkic warriors, raise your noble heads. Never surrender to the inferior Chinese. With our loyalty to the Khans - kill the Chinese! Go!"

He took the lead in rushing to the front. Thousands of native cavalrymen followed closely behind him. A violent whirlwind blew across the grassland. The Turks were still swaying. In an instant, he was aroused by the horn of the charging ground. They roared and got on their horses. Converged into a turbulent torrent. Go straight to the front of the Dahua formation.

Looking at the countless black spots running fast on the grassland, Lin Wanrong was extremely annoyed: "Damn. These Hu people really eat goat milk and urinate. No credit!"

Hu Bugui said with a smile: "It's better not to be trustworthy. Let's get started later. It's more justifiable. Withdraw. Brothers. Let me withdraw!"

Hu Bugui gave an order. The five thousand Dahua cavalry turned their horses and ran away. Zuozan was overjoyed when he saw this: "Cowardly big Chinese, dare not fight us! Warriors, kill me!"

"Kill!" I saw the Dahua cavalry that was rapidly retreating. The blood of the Turks suddenly boiled, and they had long forgotten the punishment of the god of the grassland. They urged the horses, raised the sharp swords in their hands, and rushed to roar with a fierce momentum.

He ran for two miles in one breath. Charge in the forefront of hundreds of Turkic horses. He was covered in sweat and blood, and he was panting heavily. The body gradually began to tremble. The Turkic knight hadn't figured out the situation yet, when the galloping horse suddenly became short, and its four hooves could no longer use its strength. Fall straight forward.

"Ah—" The terrified Turk was thrown out like a hurled stone, his body turned a few times in the air, and he fell straight to the ground. The shrill screams and the hoarse whines of the war horses resounded throughout the battlefield, in an endless stream. The cavalry charging behind couldn't hold back, and the angry horse's hooves trampled on the body of the companion and the warhorse, and fell straight out again. Countless Turkic warhorses suddenly dipped out of thin air as they ran, fell to the ground in an instant, and fluttered in the sky, the bodies of Hu people were everywhere.

The big Chinese who had been "fleeing" quickly turned their heads in unison, Hu Bugui restrained the reins, and laughed loudly: "Betrayal and frustrated Turks, the god of the grasslands has begun to punish you. Brothers, go ahead. !"

"Come on!" The Dahua cavalry who turned their heads, like a fast-moving mountain peak on the grassland, rushed over like a gust of wind. The speed and momentum were even higher than those of the Turks. The distance of several miles is in the blink of an eye. Those Turks who were still lying on the ground and wailing and humming, watching the big Chinese's butcher knives fall, but could not resist dodging. In the endless blood light, countless Turks instantly became big. The souls of Hua soldiers under the sword. Exclamations, screams, and waves of tranquility across the grasslands resounded through the night sky.

I saw countless clansmen fall off their horses. In the past, the unmatched Turkic horse fell to the ground and foamed at the mouth. Thinking that Solan was killed inexplicably, Zozan finally realized. He hurriedly shouted loudly: "No, they did tricks on the war horse. Get off the horse. Get off the horse!"

At this time, all the Hu people who were caught in the battle situation. How many people can hear him cry? ! Countless Turkic horses went one after the other and fell one by one. every horse. Every Turk has become the target of Dahua cavalry to kill. In the face of this sudden panic, the situation was completely out of control. Even the most trained Turks. Also unable to organize effective defense and counterattack. They could only watch their clansmen fall one by one. There was never fear and despair. shrouded in everyone's mind.

Drenched in blood. Go deep into the prairie Dahua Knight. It was like the devil descended on the Turks from heaven. They were covered in blood. Murderous. Chilling. The knights go down with every knife. There must be a Turkic howling sounded. Amputated limb. Blood splattered the grass. That's tough, that's tough. Even the barbarians who were used to the slaughter were deeply shuddered.

Hu Bugui galloped on his horse. Laughing shyly. Slaughter in front of the Hu people who are best at equestrianism. Look at the deep fear and despair in their eyes. It feels unparalleled comfort. Every time he raised the knife and fell. There was a Turk's head spinning in the air to draw a red arc. slammed to the ground. Grimly visible.

"Roar-roar-" Gao Chief ran beside Hu Bugui. The horse was as fast as an arrow, and he did not know where to find a long rope in his hand, and tied a loop on the end of the rope. He yelled. Eyes let go of the scarlet wolf light. Throw the rope like a horse. With his eyesight and strength. The rope was wrapped around the Hu people's neck like eyes. Not a single failure. High Chief Jie Jie pulled the rope with a strange smile. Watching the strong barbarians get trapped like helpless lambs. Tongue elongated, pupil dilated. He is even more wolfish. Unleash the horse. The barbarian dragged the quilt tightly and ran wildly on the grass. Thinking of how terrifyingly he was being chased and killed by the Turks for ten miles before, his behavior was understandable.

The sound of wind, hoofs, knives, roars, and wailing. Like a blood-red battle song. resounded in the grasslands.

"Get off the horse. Get off the horse quickly!" Zuozan, the commander of the cavalry, had blood-red eyes. Yell. His voice was hoarse. Work hard. There were less than 600 Hu people gathered around him. Look around. There is blood, horse heads, and broken limbs and broken arms of people everywhere. That tragic scene. Let the Turks who have long been used to the slaughter tremble. Maybe. They never thought about it. Do things to others in the past. One day, the same will befall them. When death really comes, they will understand what fear is.

The sound of the knife slowly ceased. The grassland gradually regained its tranquility, and occasionally there was a faint wailing sound. Like a conjuring spell. Dong Dong violently beat the remaining Hu people in the chest. Their heartbeats had never been so violent.

There are more than 600 Turks in the rest. It's all early. Resolutely abandon the horse. Only have life to live to this moment. They gathered around Zozan. Hold the machete tightly. In horror, he looked at the large Chinese who slowly surrounded him from all sides.

Five thousand Dahua cavalrymen held high torches in their hands. Slowly, step by step. Quietly approached the remaining Turkic people. Their faces were cold. No one spoke. Even the hoof seemed light and quiet.

The big Chinese had blood on the tip of the knife. Tick ​​tock. Fall silently into the grass, coalescing together. Formed an inaudible rustling sound. The grassland was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling to the ground. The Turks opened their eyes. Looking at the Dahua knights, who were as solid as a mountain peak, and stepped forward, their pupils gradually enlarged, sweat soaked their cheeks, and the silence of death was like a huge stone. on everyone's mind. Feeling that fate is in the hands of others. It was more unbearable than killing them a hundred times.

under tremendous pressure. A sturdy Turk was finally unbearable, and he shouted "Aah" twice. Blood red eyes. Waving his sword, he rushed out of the crowd, like a lonely wolf. Towards the Great Chinese team rushed.

"Whoosh". A soft sound passed by. The Turks who rushed out stood up abruptly. He stood blankly for a while, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The bear-like body collapsed suddenly. A feathered arrow shot from somewhere, piercing through his Adam's apple, without a trace of blood spilling out. The Turks fell silently, and their eyes widened to death.

The big Chinese didn't seem to notice this at all, and they approached slowly. The faces were calm as if the arrow had nothing to do with them. The hooves of the horses thumped like a sound. Percussion on the chest of the Turks. The surviving five or six hundred Hu people clenched their swords tightly. His hands were trembling and guarded against his chest, and he could no longer see the arrogance and cruelty when they were riding Ma Dahua. In its place is fear. Endless fear.

Suddenly there was a blunt howl among the Turks. The leader of the Hu people, Zuozana, came over with a trembling shout in a hurry: "Wo Lao Gong, you insidious, cunning, despicable and shameless big Chinese. I want to duel with you. In the name of the warriors of the Halhelin tribe. Please. The god of the prairie testifies. I'm going to duel with you."

"Duel?!" Lin Wanrong spit out the grass with the ground in his mouth. Angrily said: "Damn. This kid is too embarrassed to say it? I'm an idiot! I didn't expect a person with thicker skin than me. He was born in Turkic!"

The high chief tightened the bloody rope in his hand. Hehe said: "Human. There are times when you are shameless. Brother Lin, you should be careful. You must know that he can grow thicker skin than you. He is also a talent."

Old Gao is getting more and more capable. Hu Bugui suppressed a smile. He clasped his fists and said, "General. Then let the last commander meet him."

Lin Wanrong laughed dryly: "Brother Hu. My biggest purpose in dealing with the world is to never suffer any losses. Duel with this turtle in the urn?! Can we do such a ridiculous thing?!"

The pace of the great Chinese is still slow. Step by step surrounded the Turks. The icy chill accompanied the bone-chilling wind from the grassland, blowing everyone's heart.

Zozan was about to speak again. However, he heard the opposite Diwo Lao Gong with a long laugh: "A duel?! Yes. But you have to promise me a condition first."

"What conditions?!" Zozan said hurriedly.

"This condition. It's easy to say." Wo Lao Gong smiled slightly. Showing his white and gloomy teeth: "As long as you put down your weapons and take off your clothes, Zuozanzuo, run around naked in front of the two armies. Then shout three times Dahua to Grandpa Dilin. I will send you to a duel."

Zuozan's cheeks burst with blue veins, and he roared angrily: "If you dare to insult the invincible Turkic warriors, Zuozan will never let you go. Warriors. Rush with me. Kill the big Chinese!"

The Turks waited in anxiety and fear. face imminent death. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer. They drank angrily. Holding a sword. On foot, they rushed to the front of the Dahua formation.

Look at their messy and crappy formation, and the fear hidden in their eye sockets. Hu Bugui shook his head and sighed: "This formation is not as good as even the most basic level of my Dahua camp. It turns out. Leaving the warhorse. The Turks are nothing!"

This makes a lot of sense. Turks live on horses and die on horses. The war horse is their second life. Once off the horse. Their strengths have nowhere to play. With the disorganized discipline and candid character of the barbarians. They also lost that fierce and unparalleled attack power.

Lin Wanrong patted the old Hu's shoulder and smiled: "It's useless to sigh. It's just like they are good at equestrianism. It's natural that they are not good at foot combat. If one day the Turks don't practice horsemanship, they will practice foot combat instead. Formation, then they are not Turks."

In a word, Hu Bugui and Gao Chief laughed.

The Turks who were struggling to the death were walking faster and faster, and the distance was getting closer and closer. They waved their swords and ran fast, panting heavily, with blue veins on their foreheads, and their blood-red eyes were clearly visible, and they could vaguely see the past. Shadow of the prairie wolves.

A wolf is still a wolf, just with its teeth pulled out. Lin Wanrong shook his head, waved his hand coldly, and shouted loudly, "Release the arrow!"

A series of crossbows shot out with unparalleled speed, intertwined in a dense web of arrows in front of the Hu people, and countless sharp arrows penetrated the foreheads and chests of the Turks, and they fell one by one, unable to rest their eyes. The Hu people who lost their war horses no longer had their former prestige, and became the living target of the Dahua cavalry.

After the three rounds of arrow rain, the Turks lost more than half, and the blood stained large areas of grass, and the offensive gradually became sparse. The ferocity of the Hu people was vividly displayed at this moment. Even though the number of people was reduced by half, they still marched on the corpses of their companions without hesitation. However, what greeted them were the cold arrows and the snow-white broadswords of the Great Chinese.

"Come on—" Without waiting for Lin Wanrong's order, the five thousand cavalry rushed out like a whirlwind, and their horses' hooves smashed through the grassland. The blood splattered everywhere, and the Dahua cavalry swept the remaining hundreds of Turks with the wind and the clouds. There is no more suspense on the battlefield, this has turned into a naked massacre. The Turks who lost their war horses were as weak as ants in front of the Dahua Iron Cavalry. All struggles are in vain, facing the wolf-like cavalry, every time they struggle, they will be replaced by swords and axes.

At the moment before death, many Turks suddenly remembered. Can't remember when, they also experienced the same scene. It's just that they were the ones on the horse at that time, and they fell in a pool of blood and groaned. It's a big Chinese. Now everything has been reversed, is this really the punishment of the God of the Prairie? Until the loss of life, the Turks still did not understand this problem.

More than 2,000 large Turkic horses did not run forty miles as far as they could go. Most of them were weak in their limbs, foaming at the mouth, and lay on the ground never to get up again. A few horses that can hold on to it. There is no escape from the fate of the sword and axe. What should have been a fierce battle ended in such a calm manner. All three thousand Hu cavalry were wiped out. They will never reach Dalanza.

"Brother Gao, what kind of medicine are you using?!" He looked at the war horses everywhere on the grassland. Hu Bugui was shocked, he couldn't help but pulled Gao Chief to ask carefully.

Lao Gao thought about it. He slowly shook his head and said, "I don't remember very well. Anyway, there are a lot of laxatives, poisons, aphrodisiacs, and sweating medicines. I added a few drops of Crane Top Red. Hehe. Don't say it's a horse. Even a god can't stand it."

Even the crane top red is on, it is really powerful! Old Gao fought a cold war. He couldn't help but stared at Gao Chief for a few moments.

"Look at what I'm doing," Gao Chief rolled his eyes. His face was full of helplessness: "Before I set off, all the treasures I brought with me have been exhausted. Right now, I don't even have a dose of powder. For Dahua, I gave everything I had."

Hu Bugui laughed twice, raised his fingers and praised. The two frolicked for a while. High Chief looked around. Suddenly startled, "Isn't that Brother Lin, what is he doing there?!"

Following his gaze, he saw a corpse lying across the distance. It was Zozan, the leader of the cavalry of the Haarhe Woodland. Zozan was hit by several arrows. Bleeding to death, Lin Wanrong stood beside Zuozan who died in battle, not knowing what he was holding in his hand. Is dazed.

Hu Bugui hurried over and glanced over, only to see Lin Wanrong holding the ground in his hand, but it was a piece of blood-stained satin, and there seemed to be a figure painted on the satin, which was too far away. can not see clearly.

"Big Brother Hu. Big Brother Gao, look at this!" Seeing the two of them coming, Lin Wanrong smiled. Handing the silk in his hand to Hu Bugui: "I found it from Zuozan."

When Hu Bugui took it in his hand, he felt that the silk was soft and luxurious, and when he looked at the silk, it was actually a figure of a woman. The black hair, the curved eyebrows, the deep blue eyes like water, and the golden-trimmed Hu skirt set off her graceful and charming figure. The woman was holding a golden scimitar in her hand, frowning slightly, and a cold light flashed from her eyes, as if she had an overwhelming feeling of being in control of the fate of others.

"Hey, it looks familiar!" Lao Gao murmured to himself, and his expression suddenly changed: "-This, this is Crescent Moon!"

Lao Gao's reaction is too slow! Lin Wanrong smiled and nodded: "It should be. Brother Hu, what do you think?"

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Hu Bugui looked at the silk and the figure carefully, and after thinking for a long time, he nodded and said: "Is the identity of the woman in the painting, it should be Yujia, no doubt. Although I am a rough person, I can see it. This portrait is vivid and exquisite, in the Turkic Khanate, force is everything, and if you can have such a wonderful portrait in your spare time, you must be an extraordinary rich person."

"A rich and noble person?!" Lin Wanrong narrowed his eyes and pondered for a while before smiling: "Brother Hu, you continue to speak."

Hu Bugui nodded slightly: "One more thing, the silk used in this canvas is golden in texture, which is of the highest quality in my Dahua, and it is not something that ordinary people can use in the Turkic Khanate. Coupled with this exquisite portrait, Therefore, the subordinates boldly speculate that this silk is most likely from the Turkic royal court."

Chief Gao wondered: "Since it's from the Turkic royal court, how could this painting fall into Zuozan's hands? Could it be that this surname is Zuodi, the old friend of Crescent Moon?"

Lao Gao really dares to guess anything! Lin Wanrong laughed and said: "I don't know if Crescent Moon's old friend is good. But I can be sure that Crescent Moon must be from the Turkic royal court, and has a distinguished status. Previously, Solan knew this golden sword, and would rather pay three thousand The lives of the clansmen were exchanged for me to release Yujia, and Zuozan has a beautiful portrait of Crescent Moon. This is not a coincidence, it just shows a problem-"

"What's the problem!" Hu Bugui said hurriedly.

Lin Wanrong smiled faintly: "It means that the Turks are doing their best to find the whereabouts of Crescent Moon! Her portrait must have been spread to all tribes, so Solanke will fight to the death. And Yujia's identity will definitely surpass us. Just imagine - maybe, it's really a princess, Dada or something."

Gao Chief and Hu Bugui glanced at each other. Immediately ecstatic. If Crescent Moon is really a Turkic princess, it goes without saying that the two of them fought their lives. We must also ask Brother Lin to be the cheap consort of this Turkic land.

The three guessed for a while, and looking at Crescent Moon's appearance, talent, and bearing, the more they looked, the more she looked like a princess. Chief Gao smiled slyly: "Brother Lin, taking advantage of the dark and windy night tonight, it's better to do this good thing, instead of cheap Hu people. It's better to be cheap, wise and wise, brother Lin. As long as you don't join the Turks, I will pay you back. Even the last bit of private collection is dedicated. Not to mention a princess. Even if it is an immortal, she has to lie down obediently."

"This. It's not very good!" Lin Wanrong smiled shyly: "Although I am good at understanding people's clothes. But I am definitely not a casual person. The medicine is too arrogant. It's better to use the strong ground directly!"

Lao Gao and Lao Hu were stunned for a moment. Immediately laughed out loud. The three sluts were talking and laughing. Very happy for a while.

Clear the battlefield. The army moved overnight. After letting the horse travel hundreds of miles, he found a place to set up camp. Yujia was extraordinarily quiet during this process, and did not quarrel. He didn't struggle, his eyes were flat like water. No one knew what she was thinking.

When Lin Wanrong entered the camp, it was already after the third watch. Yu Jia was lying on the cold grass, her slender figure curled up in one place. There were crystal dewdrops hanging on the eyelashes, and she was sleeping soundly. In the dream, the Turkic girl was quiet and peaceful. No more sly and savage looks. Absolutely cute.

Lin Wanrong stared for a long time. Shaking his head silently. Bend down. Pick up Yujiadi. On the camp bed by your side. His movements were gentle and gentle. Just put her body in place. The sleeping Turkic girl suddenly opened her eyes. He stared at him coldly.

Lin Wanrong jumped away with a wow: "You, what are you doing?! Can you open your eyes even when you sleep?!"

"I should have asked you this sentence, right?" Yu Jia snorted angrily, "at midnight. You. What are you doing with me on your bed?"

"Wrong, this is not my bed anymore." Lin Wanrong smiled: "It was contaminated by you last night. Except you. Who else dares to sleep in it?"

Yu Jia's beautiful face blushed slightly: "What pollution. You are talking nonsense. I won't sleep in your stinky dog ​​kennel."

"Just do what you want." Lin Wanrong stood up with a smile. Chang Chang stretched his waist and said, "I'm going out to take a bath and take a shower. Then I practice swordsmanship with Lao Gao. Then I practice Turkic spoken language with Hu Bugui. I won't be back tonight. You go to sleep first. "

Shameless rogue! Crescent Moon gritted her teeth secretly, she had a certain immunity to this person's thick skin. Seeing that he really wanted to step out, Yu Jia hurriedly said: "You. Just wait!"

Lin Wanrong turned her head to look at her, and Yujia blushed. He lowered his head gently and said softly, "You, don't leave. I. I'm afraid! You want to learn Turkic language. I can teach you."

Lin Wanrong laughed dumbly. This chick is interesting. Is there anything more terrifying than me in this world? He laughed twice, walked to her bed and sat down: "What are you afraid of?!"

Crescent Moon's beautiful big eyes flashed. Softly said: "I'm afraid of wolves!"

Lin Wanrong rolled his eyes: Failure! Am I not as good as a wolf in front of you? !

Yu Jia seemed to have seen through his mind, and couldn't help giggling, with a charming look on his face: "Master Wo Lao Gong. I heard that you are one of the smartest people in Dahua?!"

Lin Wanrong smiled and glanced at her: "If you remove the last two words, I will happily admit that you are right."

"Bragging." Yu Jia smiled sweetly. The pretty cheeks are like flowers in full bloom, Lin Wanrong glanced at it, and could no longer look away.

The bright moonlight came in through the window of the yurt and shone on Yu Jiadi's face, flashing a bright color. She stared blankly at the clear night sky and murmured, "Since you are the smartest person in Dahua, then, Wo Lao Gong, can you tell me how many bright stars there are in this vast night sky?"

Lin Wanrong looked at her and smiled slightly: "Counting stars is a very boring thing. If you must ask, look at your hair. There are as many stars in the sky as your blue hair."

"My hair?!" Crescent Moon was stunned for a moment, her eyes flashing brightly: "I've never counted my hair, Wo Lao Gong, can you tell me how many blue hairs I have?"

"Then look at the palm print on your palm." Wo Lao Gong picked up her small hand and gently placed it in front of her. Crescent Moon was stunned: "Palm print? What do you think?!"

The rogue took her small white hand and laughed softly: "Look, every curved and thin line on your palm is a blue thread in your hair, and it is also a line in your life. Look. Clear the lines on the palm of your hand, and you can count the blue silk on your head, and also understand the joys and sorrows, laughter and tears in your life. Hey, start counting from here, one, two, three..."

Yujia can discern with naked eyes, as the rogue said, her pure white palm is subdivided into countless textures, each texture is imperceptible, but it really exists.

Could it be that the lines in this palm really predict my life? Seeing the rogue holding his small hand, Yu Jia's mood was slightly disordered, and there were many beads of sweat in his palms.

"Have you counted?!" The Turkic girl struggled slightly, took her small hand away, and said softly, "Please tell me how many lines I have on my palm, and how many joys and sorrows will there be in my life? !"

Lin Wanrong glanced at her and shook her head with a smile: "The lines on your palms, the joys and sorrows in your life, maybe as many as your heart. Little sister, it's better to be a purer person."

"You're not pure!" Crescent Moon glared at him angrily, clearly angry, but there was an indescribable aura looming.

Damn it! Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly, sighing inwardly.

"Rogue, how do you know so many things?" Yu Jia's voice was as thin as a mosquito, her face flushed, faintly, like the most beautiful rouge. Her weak and boneless hands, with a slight trembling at some point, took the initiative to hold Lin Wanrong's hand: "Why aren't you from our Turks?!"

The Turkic girl has a soft figure, which outlines the most seductive curve. Her beautiful cheeks were as red as dyed clouds, her eyes were as moist as spring water, and the small mouth of the bright red cherry spit out a fragrance. Delicate fingers with fragrant sweat stains tightly held Lin Wanrong's hand. That ** taste is unbearable for people.

"If you were a Turk, would you hire me to be your concubine?!" The rogue stared at her beautiful figure, swallowed hard, and laughed.

A strange light flashed in Yujia's eyes, her cheeks were slightly red, and she lowered her head gently, without saying a word, with all kinds of amorous feelings.

"It looks beautiful!" The rogue giggled and patted her tender face, his eyes clear as water: "But, I have to say—Miss Yujia, you are really a lame actor. ."