Pirate’s Infinite Wings

Many Mongolian girls danced cheerfully, and the soldiers who worked hard beside the fire were full of youthful vitality. They may have heard about Fang Lang, did they glance here during the dance? There are those who are shy and introverted, who just look away with a slight glance, showing a shy smile every day, and those who are passionate and bold, looking at Fang Lang naked, with eyes like a little she-wolf.

Naturally, Fang Lang's eyes passed by, did they stay on Hua Zheng and Han Xiaoying? The two women are very energetic girls, not weak and restrained like the Central Plains women. Han Xiaoying has the reservedness of a Jiangnan girl and the boldness of a grass girl. Talking and laughing are generous, but it is always just a taste. And Huazheng... that's hard to say. To others, she has always been a queen, but to Guo Jing she has become a little obedient girl. At this time, she was sitting next to Guo Jing, carefully cutting the mutton with a knife. Put the big ones on Guo Jing's plate, dip the small ones in salt, put them in your mouth, and chew slowly with your mouth closed.

Guo Jing, on the other hand, just stared at the dance in a daze, eating a piece of mutton from time to time, and most of the time staring at the wrestling men in a daze. Knowing that as long as he beckons, there are countless Mongolian girls willing to offer their fresh bodies, but Fang Lang still doesn't pretend. All of this was seen by Zhebie. At his age, he still couldn't see through the thoughts of such a young man. But if you don't see it through, Hua Zheng is obviously not interested in Fang Lang, and he doesn't bother to talk about it.

After dragging down three glasses of wine, the troubles have already gone to the sky. Seeing that Fang Lang never looked into the dance floor, he smiled and approached him and said, "Brother Fang is not interested in women from our tribe? We still have some female slaves in our tribe. Which country do you like?"

He must have no intention of talking about serious things at such a time. At such a carnival moment, it would be incomprehensible for a man not to fool around in his eyes. Mongolian women are not as cautious as Central Plains women, and men do not have pedantic ideas. If it is broad daylight, Fang Lang may find that there are people on the grass less than 20 behind him.

It's a pity that Luo Hua intends to be ruthless, and Fang Lang is not interested in them at all. Hearing the words, he just smiled and said: "Women are sexually aggressive, and those who practice martial arts are especially taboo to overindulge. It's not that I'm not interested, it's just that I just had a big battle and I need to recharge my batteries."

Tuo Lei didn't know that there were people who were serious about doing this, so he curled his lips in disapproval, and Zeng stood up all of a sudden and jumped onto the dance floor. Immediately, boys and girls gathered around, singing and dancing with him. This young master is really talented in dancing, and his movements are refined and quite aesthetically pleasing.

Fang Lang couldn't help but glanced twice, and made a silent comment in his heart. With this hand, Jebe caught a glimpse of an opportunity in the distance, picked it up, wobbled and walked over, sat down in front of Fang Lang, and seemed to be intolerant of alcohol, tongue tied: "Brother Fang doesn't like dancing, but does he like drinking? "

Fang Lang pretended to see him coming, quickly picked up his glass and said with a smile: "Little brother can't drink, not as good as General Jebe."

They did not drink from cups, the idea that only Temujin could use cups, the others generally used skulls of wild beasts. Most of them are ox horns, and the better ones are rhino horns. Fang Lang drank a full glass and put down the glass. Here Zhebie also finished his drink, he snorted at him full of surprise and said: "My family's young patriarch is good at martial arts, but his martial arts is much less. But it can be regarded as a fortune."

These words turned out to be Fengcheng's words, but he called Tuo Li the young patriarch. Fang Lang subconsciously wanted to cater to a few words, and his expression suddenly changed when the words came to his lips. He called and dragged the young patriarch several times, but he stopped him. Obviously his current status in the tribe is not very high. Moreover, the reason why he later became the emperor of the Yuan Dynasty was also because his other brothers had made military exploits in the northwest, and there were not many of them in the heart of the Central Plains. After Genghis Khan's death, Tuo Lei took advantage of a geographical advantage.

Zhebie used this title, obviously because he had heard something and came to test his tone.

Fang Lang was amused in his heart, the number one general under Genghis Khan's account was also engaged in speculative business. He has identified a master assistant in advance, and the master level will definitely have his benefits in the future. Fang Lang laughed when he heard the words: "No one can be born a king unless he is the son of a good emperor. But the son of the emperor may not be able to rule the officials. A person always has shortcomings, the key is to see Who is assisting him."

Hearing the meaning of his words, Jebe frowned. Fang Lang's meaning is difficult to understand, which makes people a little confused. He curled up bored and was taken a sip, jokingly said: "I don't think your Excellency is not interested in women, but interested in someone, but dare not speak up?"

Fang Lang was taken aback, and realized that he saw his thoughts, and couldn't help laughing. It doesn't matter whether he is interested in Hua Zheng or not. As long as he doesn't take any action, can Hua Zheng still shoot him? He glanced at Jebe amusedly, his eyes full of contempt for this uncle. Old Jebe blushed, and smiled embarrassingly: "Men in the grassland are clean and neat, and women also like straightforward men. Why don't you give it a try, maybe it will work?"

Fang Lang gave a wry smile. The uncle refused to do what he did, shrugged helplessly, raised his glass and stood up. As soon as he got up, two girls who were nearby grabbed his arms and pulled him onto the dance floor. They have been lingering around for a long time, and because of the convenience of the place, they sometimes lift up their robes to show their thighs or something, and seduce Fang Lang a little bit.

It's a pity that people have been blind for a long time, and these girls are about to give up.

This lively atmosphere is very honorable and disgraceful, and Fang Lang soon danced like the others. The cheerful dance gradually became faster with the sound of the drums, and Fang Lang was out of breath after a while. The two Mongolian girls took the opportunity to approach him, rubbing their ears together. After a while, Fang Lang's lower abdomen became hot, and his eyes became hot.

The night was starry, and Fang Lang didn't know when he was caught by several Mongolians.

The girl helped her to the grass outside the tribe, and it was even more unclear how he conquered these Mongolian girls who were known to be physically strong. He only remembered the messy picture, and then a few girls stopped you and lay down on the ground to sleep.

The breeze was rippling on the grassland, and there was a burst of grass fragrance. Fang Lang couldn't sleep for a long time, and stared at the night sky in a daze. In the reinforced concrete cities of future generations, even if you see the starry sky, it is still foggy. He hadn't seen such a clear blue sky with shining stars for a long time. He was in deep thought, but he heard a voice in the distance: "Come here!"

Hearing that the voice was made by a young girl, Fang Lang smiled bitterly in his heart, and glanced at the five delicate and beautiful jade bodies lying beside him. ..