This sudden turn of events caught the Turks by surprise. No one could have imagined that the brave warrior of the Ejina tribe, Solanke, who clearly had the upper hand, would be knocked off his horse in the blink of an eye and killed in a single blow from the Chinese. There was an indescribable strangeness to this turn of events. The three thousand Turks stood in a daze, silent.
The Chinese soldiers, on the other hand, were wild with joy. General Lin was truly a godly man. Gao Qiu was the first to raise his arms and shout: "General Lin's martial prowess is unparalleled, invincible in the world!"
"Roar — — Roar — — Unparalleled, invincible in the world!" Five thousand soldiers raised the sabers, spears, and torches in their hands. Amidst the blazing light, their excited cheers pierced through the clouds.
Old Gao, you really know how to worship people! Lin Wanrong chuckled and lightly blew the dust off his gun before putting it back into his bosom. He turned his horse around and slowly rode to Solanke's side, only to see the Turk lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out, forming a large 'tai' character. There was a massive hole in his forehead, and blood gushed out, dyeing the grass and flowers around him red. Solanke's eyes were wide open in anger. Even in death, he did not understand how he had been defeated.
Lin Wanrong stomped back to his troops and laughed: "The fairest duel in the world is over, Solanke is dead! You Turks, why aren't you dismounting and surrendering?! "
"Dismount and surrender! Dismount and surrender!" The Da Hua soldiers were in high spirits as they shouted in unison.
The three thousand Hu looked at each other in dismay. Never in their wildest dreams would they have imagined that the Turks would be most proficient in this duel, where their bravest warrior, Solanke, would lose his life without even realizing it. And they didn't even know what sort of sorcery the cunning Chinese had used. This was a great shock and pressure to them. Moreover, according to the agreement between Suolanke and Old Wo, if Suolanke was defeated and killed, the three thousand Hu would have to put down their sabers and surrender. To the wolf-like Turks, this was an unbearable humiliation.
"Shameless Chinese! You cheated! I, Zuo Zan, will never submit to you! " Suddenly, an angry voice sounded. The man was well-built and had a valiant expression. He was the leader of the cavalry who had rescued Durhancha earlier. With Solanke dead, Zuzan became the highest commander of the three thousand Turks.
Gao Qiu introduced this person's background in a low voice. Lin Wanrong shouted, "Zozan, right? I heard that you are the leader of the Hal Helin tribe. Don't measure the heart of a gentleman with your own mean measure. This is the fairest competition in the world. Even the warrior of Ejina, Solan, has admitted it himself. Although he died in battle, he was much more open and aboveboard than you. You openly deny the result of the duel, which is not only disrespectful to the warriors of the Ejina Tribe, but also blasphemy to the God of the Prairie. The God of the Prairie will punish you. "
Hu Bugui could not help but laugh. In terms of eloquence, no one could compare to General Lin. These words not only provoked the relationship between the Ha Er Helin and the Ejina tribes, but also mentioned the famous God of the Prairie. No matter how arrogant the Turks were, they would not dare to disrespect the God of the Prairie!
As expected, as soon as Lin Wanrong's words fell, there was a clamor among the Hu. They did not see how the Chinese cheated. But Solan could swear to the God of the Prairie, and everyone heard it with their own ears. If they broke their promise, they would be punished by the heavens. Some of the pious Hu had already knelt down and prayed to the God of the Prairie.
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Zuzan, the leader of the Ha Er Helin cavalry, waved the saber in his hand and bellowed angrily, "Turkic warriors, raise your noble heads and never surrender to the lowly Chinese. We swear by our loyalty to the Khan — kill the Chinese! Charge — "
He took the lead and charged forward, with thousands of his own cavalry following closely behind him. A fierce whirlwind blew across the grasslands. The Turks, who had been wavering just a moment ago, were instantly roused by the sound of the horn. They roared as they mounted their horses. Like a raging torrent, they charged toward the Great Hua Formation.
Seeing the countless black dots galloping across the grasslands, Lin Wanrong was infuriated, "Damn it, these Hu really only eat goat's milk and piss, they don't keep their word at all!"
Hu Bugui smiled, "It's better that they don't keep their word. When we make our move later, it will be more justifiable. Retreat, brothers, retreat for me! "
With Hu Bugui's order, the five thousand Chinese cavalry turned their horses around and galloped away. Zuzan was overjoyed, "The cowardly Chinese don't dare to fight with us! Brave warriors, follow me and charge! "
"Charge!" Seeing the rapidly retreating Chinese cavalry, the blood of the Turks boiled and they had long forgotten about the punishment of the God of the Prairie. They urged their horses forward, raised the shining sabers in their hands, and charged forward with a ferocious momentum.
After galloping for two li, the several hundred Turkic horses at the very front were drenched in sweat and blood. They gasped for breath and their bodies gradually began to tremble. Before the Turkic horseman could understand what was going on, his galloping horse suddenly buckled, its four hooves losing their momentum, and it fell forward.
"Ah —" The panic-stricken Turkic cavalry was flung away like a stone, his body spinning several times in the air before crashing to the ground. Miserable screams and the hoarse whinnies of the horses resounded endlessly across the battlefield. The charging cavalrymen could not stop in time, and the furious hooves of their horses trampled on their comrades and horses, causing them to fall forward once more. Countless Turkic horses suddenly seemed to bend and fall to the ground. The sky was filled with the corpses of the Hu.
The Chinese who had been 'fleeing' turned around in unison. Hu Bugui pulled on the reins of his horse and laughed, "Treacherous Turks, the God of the Prairie has begun to punish you. Brothers, charge! "
"Charge!" Turning around, the Great Hua cavalrymen were as swift as a moving mountain on a grassland. Their speed and aura surpassed even that of the Turks. They covered several li in the blink of an eye. Those Turks who were still moaning on the ground could only watch as the Chinese butcher's blade fell upon them, powerless to dodge. In an endless sea of blood, countless Turks instantly became souls under the blades of the Chinese soldiers. Cries of alarm and screams broke through the silence of the steppe and resounded through the night sky.
Seeing countless of his tribesmen fall from their horses, the usually sturdy Turkic horses foaming at the mouth, and then thinking about how Solan had been inexplicably killed, Zozan finally understood. He anxiously yelled, "Not good, they've done something to the horses. Dismount, quickly dismount! "
At this moment, all of the Hu had fallen into battle. How many people could hear his cries?! Countless Turkic horses fell one after another. Every horse, every Turkic, became a target for the Chinese cavalry. In the face of this sudden panic, the situation had completely spiraled out of control. Even the most well-trained Turks were incapable of organizing an effective defense or counterattack. They could only watch as their tribesmen fell one by one. Unprecedented fear and despair shrouded the hearts of every Turk.
Drenched in blood, the Chinese cavalry that had penetrated deep into the steppe were like demons that had descended from the heavens upon the Turks. Their bodies were drenched in blood and their killing intent was so chilling that it made one shudder. With every slash of the cavalry, a Turk would wail in pain. Severed limbs and blood stained the grassland. Even the Hu, accustomed to slaughter, shuddered in fear at their accuracy and ferocity.
Hu Bugui galloped forward, laughing valiantly. To slaughter in front of the most skilled horsemen of the Hu, to see the fear and despair in their eyes, was an incomparably exhilarating feeling. Every time he swung his saber down, a Turkic head would spin through the air in a dark red arc before crashing to the ground, a hideous sight to behold.
"Roar — — Roar — —" Gao Qiu galloped to Hu Bugui's side, his horse as fast as an arrow. He took out a long rope from somewhere and tied a loop around the end of the rope. He howled, his eyes glowing with a wolf's light as he tossed the rope forward like he was trapping a horse. With his eyesight and strength, the rope seemed to have eyes of its own as it wrapped around the necks of the Hu. Not once did it miss its target. Gao Qiu cackled as he pulled on the rope. Seeing the Hu trapped like helpless lambs, their tongues stretched out and their eyes widened, his wolfish instincts surged. Whipping his horse, he galloped across the grassland, dragging the trapped Hu. Thinking back to how he had been chased by the Turks for ten li, it was understandable for him to behave this way.
The wind, the clopping of hooves, the clattering of sabers, the roars of anger, and the howls of pain were like a blood-red war song that resounded across the grassland.
"Dismount, quickly dismount!" the cavalry commander Zuzan bellowed, his eyes bloodshot. His voice was hoarse, but even after exerting all his strength, there were still less than six hundred Hu gathered around him. Blood, horse heads, and the severed limbs of his tribesmen were everywhere. This gruesome sight made even the Turks, who had long grown accustomed to slaughter, tremble in fear. Perhaps they had never thought that what they had done to others in the past would happen to them one day. Only when death truly descended upon them would they understand what fear was.
The clattering of sabers gradually ceased and the grassland gradually regained its peace. Occasionally, a weak howl could be heard, like a talisman summoning one's soul, thumping against the chests of the remaining Hu. Their heartbeats had never been this intense.
The remaining six-hundred-some Turks had only managed to survive until now because they had decisively abandoned their horses. They gathered around Zuzan, tightly gripping their scimitars as they fearfully stared at the Chinese who were slowly encircling them from all sides.
The five thousand Chinese cavalry raised the torches in their hands and slowly and silently approached the remaining Turks. Their faces were cold and none of them spoke. Even the hooves of their horses seemed light and quiet.
The blood on the tip of Da Hua's saber dripped onto the grass and gathered together, forming an almost inaudible rustling sound. The grassland was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. The eyes of the Turks widened as they stared at the approaching Chinese cavalry. Their eyes gradually widened and beads of sweat drenched their cheeks. The stillness of death was like a massive boulder weighing down on their hearts. The feeling of having their fate in the hands of another was even more unbearable than killing them a hundred times over.
Under the immense pressure, one of the muscular Turks finally couldn't bear it any longer. With two cries of agony, he brandished his saber and charged out of the crowd. Like a lone wolf, he charged toward the Chinese army.
With a swoosh, the charging Turk came to a sudden stop. He stood there in a daze for a moment before the saber in his hand clattered to the ground and his bear-like body collapsed to the ground. An arrow had come out of nowhere and pierced through his throat, but not a single drop of blood had flowed out. The Turk silently fell to the ground, his eyes still wide open in death.
The Chinese did not seem to notice this at all. They slowly approached, their faces calm as if the arrow had nothing to do with them. The galloping hooves echoed one after the other. They struck the chest of the Turks. The surviving five to six hundred Hu gripped their scimitars and protected their chests with trembling hands. They could no longer see the arrogance and cruelty they had displayed when they rode their horses into the Chinese. In its place was fear, boundless fear.
A stiff howl suddenly came from the Turks. The Hu leader Zuzan's anxious and trembling voice came over, "Old Wo, you treacherous, cunning, despicable, and shameless Chinese, I challenge you to a duel! In the name of the warriors of the Har Helin tribe, I invite the God of the Grassland to be my witness, I challenge you to a duel! "
"Duel?!" Lin Wanrong spat out the grass in his mouth and said angrily, "Damn it. This brat has the cheek to say that? Does he think I'm an idiot! I didn't expect someone more thick-skinned than me to be born in the Turks! "
Gao Qiu tightened the blood-stained rope in his hand and chuckled, "Humans all have times when they are shameless. Brother Lin, you should be more open-minded. You must know that for him to have thicker skin than you, he is indeed a talent. "
Old Gao is getting more and more capable. Hu Buhui suppressed his laughter and cupped his fists, "General. In that case, allow this general to meet him. "
Lin Wanrong chuckled dryly, "Brother Hu. My greatest principle in life is never to suffer a loss. To duel with a turtle in a jar?! How can we do such an unreliable thing?! "
The footsteps of the Chinese were unhurried. Step by step, they encircled the Turks. The biting cold accompanied the bone-chilling wind of the grassland, caressing everyone's heart.
Zuo Zan was about to open his mouth again. But he heard Wo Zan laugh, "You want to duel?! Sure. But you have to promise me something first. "
"What condition?!" Zuo Zan hurriedly asked.
"This condition. It's easy to say. " Wo Zan smiled, revealing his white teeth. "As long as Brother Zuo Zan puts down your weapon, takes off your clothes, runs naked in front of the two armies, and shouts' Grandpa Lin from China 'three times, I will send someone to duel with you."
Veins popped out on Zuo Zan's face, he roared, "You dare to insult the invincible Turk warriors, Zuo Zan will not let you off. Warriors, charge with me, kill the Chinese! "
The Turks who had been waiting in anxiety and fear, faced with imminent death, finally lost their patience. They roared angrily, raised their swords, and charged towards the front of the Hua nation's formation.
Seeing their messy formation, as well as the fear hidden deep in their eyes, Hu Bugui shook his head and sighed, "This formation is not even as good as the most basic infantry battalion of China. It turns out that, without the warhorse, the Turks are nothing! "
These words made a lot of sense, the Turks lived and died on the horse, the warhorse was their second life. Once they left their horses, they would not be able to display their strengths. Given the undisciplined and straightforward nature of the Hu, they would not be able to do anything. With the disorderly discipline and straightforward character of the Hu, they would also lose their unparalleled offensive power.
Lin Wanrong patted Hu Bugui's shoulder and said with a smile, "There's no use sighing, there's bound to be a weakness. Just like how they are good at horsemanship. Not being good at fighting on foot is also innate. If one day the Turks stop learning horsemanship and change to fighting on foot, then they are not Turks. "
His words caused Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu to burst into laughter.
The struggling Turks picked up their pace, closing the distance between them. Swinging their sabers, they sprinted, panting heavily, the veins on their foreheads bulging, their blood-red eyes clearly visible, and one could vaguely see the shadow of the wolves of the grassland.
Wolves were still wolves, just that their teeth had been pulled out. Lin Wanrong shook his head, coldly waving his hand, shouting, "Fire!"
Incomparably sharp crossbow bolts shot out, weaving into a dense net of arrows in front of the Hu formation. Countless arrows pierced through the foreheads and chests of the Turks, causing them to collapse one after another, dying with their eyes wide open. Having lost their warhorses, the Hu no longer had the prestige of the past, becoming a living target for the Chinese cavalry.
After three volleys of arrows, more than half of the Turks had died, blood staining the grassland red, and their offensive gradually became sparse. The ferocious nature of the Hu was on full display at this moment. Even though their numbers had been halved, they still stepped over the corpses of their comrades and charged forward. However, what welcomed them was the cold arrows and snow-white sabers of the Chinese.
"Charge — —" Without waiting for Lin Wanrong's order, five thousand cavalrymen charged forward like a whirlwind, their galloping hooves shaking the grassland. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Chinese cavalry swept through the remaining hundreds of Turks with the momentum of a tornado. There was no longer any suspense on the battlefield, it had already turned into a massacre. Having lost their warhorses, the Turks were as weak as ants in front of the Chinese cavalry. All their struggles were futile. Facing the ferocious cavalry, their every struggle would be met with sabers and axes.
In the instant before their deaths, many of the Turks suddenly recalled something. They couldn't remember when they had experienced such a scene. However, at that time, they were the ones riding on their horses, while the ones moaning in a pool of blood were the Chinese. Now everything had been reversed. Was this really the punishment of the God of the Grassland? Even after losing their lives, the Turks still did not understand this question.
More than two thousand Turkic horses, the furthest they could run was less than forty li. Most of them had weak limbs, foaming at the mouth, and lay on the ground, never to get up again. The few warhorses that could persevere could not escape the fate of being cut by sabers and axes. What should have been an intense battle had ended so peacefully. The three thousand Hu cavalry had been completely annihilated. They would never reach Dalanza.
"Brother Gao, what kind of medicine did you use?!" Looking at the horses strewn across the grassland. Hu Bugui could not help but pull Gao Qiu aside to ask about it.
Old Gao thought for a moment. Slowly shaking his head, he said, "I can't remember. In any case, there was a whole bunch of them, laxatives, poisons, aphrodisiacs, and so on. In short, I used everything that could be used and mixed them all together. Brother Lin was worried that the medicine would not be effective enough, and specially asked me to add a few drops of red crane's crown. Hehe, not to mention horses. Even immortals can't stand it. "
Even red crane's crown was used, it was indeed powerful! Old Gao shuddered. He could not help but stare at Gao Qiu.
"What are you looking at me for." Gao Qiu rolled his eyes, his face filled with helplessness. "The treasures I brought with me before we set off have all been used up. Now I don't even have a single dose of medicinal powder left. For China. I've given my everything. "
Hu Bugui laughed twice, raising his finger in praise. The two joked around for a while. Gao Qiu looked around. Suddenly he exclaimed, "Isn't that brother Lin, what is he doing there?!"
Following his gaze, he saw a corpse in the distance. It was the leader of the Har He Lin cavalry, Zuo Zan. Zuo Zan had been struck by several arrows, bleeding to death. Lin Wanrong stood beside the dead Zuo Zan, holding something in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.
Hu Bugui hurried over, glancing over, only to see that Lin Wanrong was holding a blood-stained satin. There seemed to be a figure drawn on the satin, but it was too far for him to see clearly.
"Brother Hu. Brother Gao, look at this! " Seeing the two come over, Lin Wanrong smiled, handing the satin to Hu Bugui. "It was found on Zuo Zan's body."
Hu Bugui received it, only to feel that the satin was soft, luxurious and exquisite. Looking again at the satin, there was the figure of a woman drawn on it. She had beautiful black hair, curved eyebrows, and light blue eyes that were as deep as water. She wore a gold-trimmed skirt that made her figure look graceful and charming. The woman held a golden curved blade in her hand, her brows slightly knitted, a cold light shooting out from her eyes, as if she was in control of the fate of others.
"Hey, she looks familiar!" Old Gao muttered to himself, suddenly his expression changed. "— This, this is the crescent moon!"
Old Gao's reaction was too slow! Lin Wanrong nodded with a smile. "It should be. Brother Hu Bugui, what do you think? "
Hu Bugui carefully examined the satin and the figure, pondering for a long time before he nodded. "The identity of the woman in the painting, it should be Yujia without a doubt. I, Old Hu, may be a crude man, but even I can tell that this portrait is extremely lifelike and exquisite. In the Turkic Khaganate, martial prowess is everything. To be able to have such a beautiful portrait in one's free time, one must be someone of extraordinary wealth. "
"Rich person?!" Lin Wanrong's eyes narrowed, pondering for a long time before he smiled. "Brother Hu Bugui, continue."
Hu Bugui nodded slightly. "Another point, the silk used in this canvas is golden, in China it is a top quality product, in the Turkic Khaganate it is not something that ordinary people can use. Coupled with this exquisite painting, therefore, I boldly guess that this satin is very likely to be from the Turkic Khaganate. "
Gao Qiu was puzzled. "Since it is from the Turkic Khaganate, then how did this painting fall into the hands of Zuo Zan? Could it be that this person surnamed Zuo, is the lover of the crescent moon? "
Old Gao really dared to guess anything! Lin Wanrong laughed. "Whether or not he is the lover of the crescent moon, I do not know. But I can be sure of one thing, Yueya must be from the Turkic Khaganate, and her status is very high. Previously Suo Lan knew this golden blade, and was willing to exchange the lives of three thousand tribesmen for me to release Yujia, and Zuo Zan also has the exquisite painting of Yueya, this is not a coincidence, it just shows one problem — — "
"What problem!" Hu Bugui hurriedly asked.
Lin Wanrong smiled faintly. "This shows that the Turkic Khaganate are doing their best to find the whereabouts of Yueya! Her painting, must have already spread to the various tribes, that is why Suo Lan is willing to fight to the death. And the identity of Yujia, is definitely beyond our imagination — — perhaps, she really is a princess, Dada or something. "
Gao Qiu and Hu Bugui looked at each other, their hearts filled with joy. If Yueya was really the princess of the Turkic Khaganate, then needless to say, even if they had to risk their lives, they would definitely make Brother Lin the son-in-law of the Turkic Khaganate.
The three of them guessed for a while, looking at Yueya's appearance, talent, and bearing, the more they looked at her, the more she looked like a princess. Gao Qiu smiled wretchedly. "Brother Lin, since the night is dark and the wind is strong, why don't we do this. Instead of letting the Hu people benefit, why not let the wise and mighty Brother Lin benefit. As long as you do not marry into the Turkic Khaganate, I, Old Gao, still have the last bit of my private collection to offer. Not to mention a princess, even if a deity descends, she will have to lie down obediently. "
"This, this is not very good!" Lin Wanrong smiled shyly. "Although I am good at undressing people, I am not a casual person. Using medicine is too despicable. Why don't we — — use force! "
Old Gao and Old Hu were stunned for a moment, then they laughed loudly. The three lechers chatted and laughed. For a moment, they were very happy.
After cleaning up the battlefield, the army moved overnight. After riding for hundreds of miles, they finally found a place to set up camp. Yujia was exceptionally quiet during this process, she did not scold or struggle, her eyes were as calm as water, no one knew what she was thinking.
When Lin Wanrong entered the tent, it was already past midnight. Yujia was lying on the cold grass, her slender body curled up in a corner. Her eyelashes were glistening with dew, and she was sleeping soundly. In his dream, the Turkic girl was quiet and peaceful, no longer cunning and unruly. She was very cute.
Lin Wanrong stared at her for a long time and shook his head silently. Bending down, he picked up Yujia's body and placed her on the camp bed next to him. His movements were slow and gentle, and just as he placed her down, the sleeping Turkic girl suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him, a cold light in her eyes.
Lin Wanrong jumped away. "You, what are you doing?! You can sleep with your eyes open?! "
"I should be the one asking you that." Yu Jia snorted angrily and said, "It's midnight. "You, why did you put me on your bed?"
"Wrong, this is no longer my bed." Lin Wanrong smiled. "It was polluted by you last night. Other than you, who would dare to sleep with it? "
Yujia's beautiful face blushed slightly. "What pollution, you're talking nonsense. I'm not going to sleep in your dog house."
"Whatever you want." Lin Wanrong stood up with a smile and stretched. "I'm going out to take a piss and take a bath. Then I'll practice my knife skills with Old Gao. Then I'll practice my Turkic language with Hu Bugui. I won't be back tonight. You sleep first. "
Shameless bandit! Crescent Moon secretly gritted her teeth. She had already developed a certain immunity to this person's thick skin. Seeing that he was really going to leave, Yujia hurriedly said, "You. Wait a moment! "
Lin Wanrong turned to look at her. Yujia's face flushed red. She lowered her head and said softly, "Don't, don't go. I, I'm scared! You have to learn Turkic language. I can teach you. "
Lin Wanrong laughed involuntarily. This chick is interesting. Is there anything scarier than me in this world? He laughed and walked to her bed and sat down. "What are you afraid of?!"
Crescent Moon's beautiful eyes blinked and she said softly, "I'm afraid of wolves!"
Lin Wanrong rolled his eyes. Failure! Am I not as good as wolves in front of you?!
Yujia seemed to see through his thoughts. She could not help but chuckle and a trace of charm flashed across her face. "Lord Wo, I heard that you are one of the smartest people in China?!"
Lin Wanrong glanced at her with a smile. "If you remove the last two words, I'll happily admit that you're right."
"Bragging." Yujia smiled sweetly. Her pretty face was like a blooming flower. Lin Wanrong glanced at her and could not look away.
The bright moonlight shone through the window of the yurt and shone on Yujia's face, making her look bright and beautiful. She stared blankly at the clear night sky and murmured, "Since you are the smartest person in Da Hua, then, Old Wo, can you tell me how many bright stars there are in this vast night sky?"
Lin Wanrong looked at her and smiled. "Counting stars is boring. If you must ask, then look at your hair. There are as many stars in the sky as there are strands of your green hair. "
"My hair?!" Crescent Moon was slightly stunned, and a brilliant light flashed in her eyes. "I've never counted my hair. Old man, can you tell me how many strands of black hair I have?"
"Then it depends on the lines on your palm." Wo picked up her hand and put it in front of her. Crescent Moon was dazed. "Palm lines? How do you see them?! "
The bandit held her small, spotlessly white hand and said with a light laugh, "Look, every single curved and fine line on your palm is a strand of black hair in your hair, as well as a thread in your life. When I see the lines on your palm, I can count the black hair on your head. I can also understand the joys and sorrows of your life, the joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows of your life. Here, start counting, one, two, three … "
Yujia looked with her naked eyes. It was just as the bandit said. There were countless lines on her white palm. Each line was so small that it could not be seen, but it was real.
Could it be that the lines on the palm really predict my life? Seeing the bandit holding his little hand, Yu Jia's emotions became a bit chaotic, many beads of sweat appearing on his palm.
"Have you counted them?!" The Turkic girl struggled slightly and moved her hand away. She said softly, "Please tell me, how many lines are there in my palm, and how many joys and sorrows I have experienced in my life?!"
Lin Wanrong looked at her and shook his head with a smile. "The lines on your palm, the joys and sorrows of your life, perhaps, they are as many as your heart. Little sister, it is better to be pure. "
"You are not pure!" Crescent Moon glared at him. She was clearly angry, but there was an indescribable charm in her eyes.
Damn it! Lin Wanrong shook his head helplessly and sighed inwardly.
"Bandit, how do you know so many things?" Yujia's voice was as soft as a mosquito. Her face was blushing, like the most beautiful rouge. At some point, her soft and boneless hand had already begun to tremble as she took Lin Wanrong's hand. "Why aren't you one of us Turks?!"
The Turkic girl's soft body outlined the most alluring curves. Her beautiful cheeks were as red as the rosy clouds, her eyes were moist like spring water, and her cherry red lips exhaled a faint fragrance. Her delicate fingers, stained with sweat, tightly held onto Lin Wanrong's hand. The feeling of ecstasy was hard to endure.
"If I was a Turkic, would you take me as your son-in-law?!" The bandit stared at her beautiful figure, swallowed hard, and teased.
A strange light flashed in Yujia's eyes. She blushed slightly and lowered her head. She did not say a word, but she was very flirtatious.
"You look very beautiful!" The bandit giggled and lightly patted her tender face. His eyes were as clear as water. "However, I have to say — Miss Yu Jia, you really are a terrible actor."
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