Under the blanket, a young man and woman were hugging each other tightly.
Song Qingshu gently stroked the beautiful hair of the beauty in his arms and said with some emotion, "Qingtong, are you planning to go back to live and die with the tribe this time? Is that why you suddenly let go of yourself like this because you have the will to die?"
Huo Qingtong's face was flushed, and she sighed faintly. "You really understand a woman's mind. That's right. After all, that is the place where I was born and raised. If it is destined to be destroyed by the Mongolians, then I will definitely accompany it."
Song Qingshu said in a low voice, "Why are you so stupid? As long as there is life, there will be hope. As long as you are alive, there will be a day when you can turn defeat into victory."
Huo Qingtong shook her head, and there was some confusion in her eyes. "Now that the Mongolians are powerful, where is Qing Shan? I can't see any hope of turning defeat into victory."
Song Qingshu patted his chest. "Although you don't have Qing Shan, you have Qingshu. Don't worry, as long as I am here, I will lead you to defeat them sooner or later."
Huo Qingtong bit his flesh. "I haven't settled the score with you for lying to me just now."
Song Qingshu could not help but mumble in a low voice, "You were the one who took the initiative first …"
Huo Qingtong glared at him fiercely, and in the end, she said helplessly, "This time, the odds are against our tribe. Zhang Wuji is also dead, so I have nothing to worry about. I'll just take it that you got lucky, and I can also settle one of my own worries."
Song Qingshu's expression suddenly became strange. "Zhang Wuji is dead? Where did you hear that? "
Huo Qingtong sighed. "Even though the Ming Dynasty announced to the public that their Cult Master is in seclusion, it's impossible for there to be no news at all after such a long time. Moreover, when the Mongolians attacked the Western Region some time ago, I wanted to join forces with the Ming Dynasty to fight against the enemy. Unfortunately, he still didn't respond. Our spies in the Ming Dynasty have sent word that he has been missing for a long time. There are many different theories within the Ming Dynasty. Some say that Yang Xiao rebelled against his superiors, some say that Zhang Wuji died from his injuries, some say that he assassinated Temujin and died … The Flags of Five Elements and the Scattered Ones have already publicly broken off all relations with Yang Xiao, and the Ming Dynasty is in chaos. If he is still alive, how could he not care? "
Song Qingshu's expression was a little strange. "So you think your fiancé is dead, so you don't have any psychological burden to do that with me?"
"What else do you think?" Huo Qingtong glared at him hatefully. "Although I don't have any feelings for him, since we have an alliance, I will abide by it. How can I let you off so easily?"
Song Qingshu couldn't help but say, "What if I tell you that he's not dead?"
Huo Qingtong was speechless.
"Don't joke about something like this!" Huo Qingtong's heart was also pounding.
"Uh, he should be in Mongolia …" Song Qingshu told him the information he had obtained and his speculation.
"He has been pretending to be a Tongtian Shaman?" Huo Qingtong was dumbfounded.
"That's right," Song Qingshu said. "I only realized it when I saw the Tongtian Shaman's body and noticed that he had been hit by the Asteroid Sucking Technique. That guy has indeed hidden himself well. Right now, he should be hiding somewhere in Helin City, secretly recuperating. Naturally, he has no energy to care about the Ming Dynasty."
Huo Qingtong gritted his teeth. "Then, when he became a Tongtian Shaman, did he plan to give up on the Ming Dynasty from the beginning?"
"That should be the case," Song Qingshu replied. "Actually, we all know that whether it is the Ming Dynasty or the Woodtable Lun Tribe, although they can win one or two battles, they are destined to be no match for the Mongolians. It is only a matter of time before they are destroyed. He must have been looking for a way out and finally chose to sneak into the Mongolian interior."
"Then why didn't he tell me? He caused me … caused me …" Huo Qingtong couldn't continue for a moment.
Song Qingshu smiled and moved closer. "Caused you to be bullied by me?"
"Bah," Huo Qingtong spat. "I am the master of my own body. So what if he is alive!"
"Green Feather Yellow Shirt is indeed a heroine!" Song Qingshu gave her a thumbs up.
Huo Qingtong suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but ask in a trembling voice, "Then, in the Gaochang Labyrinth, the Tongtian Shaman was already him?"
"Yes, so you personally said in front of your fiancé that you are my woman." Song Qingshu laughed gloatingly.
"You bastard, you did it on purpose!" Huo Qingtong pinched and bit. This guy was too despicable. He had led her into a trap step by step.
Song QingShu laughed as he dodged, reminding him, "Don't open up your wound."
"Forget it if you die. Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?" Huo Qingtong said hatefully.
Song Qingshu hugged her tightly and said gently, "You are a heroine. How can you be like those ordinary women? Moreover, that guy chose to give up on the Ming Dynasty. He has already betrayed the alliance between the two of you. What do you have to apologize for?"
Huo Qingtong bit her red lips. "But I still feel strange."
"That proves that we are not familiar enough. Come, let's get to know each other better." Song Qingshu said as he started to touch her up and down again.
"You bastard …" Huo Qingtong's face was red, but she still reluctantly complied.
The next morning, Huo Qingtong was worried about the safety of her tribe. She ignored her injuries and insisted on continuing on their journey.
Song Qingshu carried her all the way through the mountains and fields. Huo Qingtong's usually heroic eyes became tender and sweet in his arms. She gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Are you tired?"
Song Qingshu shook his head. "My body is very good now. Hahaha." With the help of the two princesses and Huo Qingtong's primordial yin last night, his previous injuries could be said to have completely healed. At this moment, he was smiling proudly in the mountains and was really proud of his success.
Huo Qingtong recalled the situation in the cave last night and could not help but blush. This guy's body was indeed unbelievably good. The two of them passed through the mountains and came to a large grassland. Huo Qingtong, who could be considered half the owner, introduced him along the way. This was the Nalati Grassland, and behind it was the Bayinbuluke Grassland …
Later, the two of them met a group of local herdsmen. Song Qingshu wanted to find them to buy horses and camels, but unfortunately, there was a language barrier. They looked at him warily.
Fortunately, Huo Qingtong was there to communicate with them in the local language. In addition, she was beautiful and valiant, so she won the favor of the local herdsmen in an instant. After selling their horses, she also gave them a lot of horse milk wine and dry food.
Song Qingshu could not help but feel a little indignant. "These lecherous guys. If a few girls saw me, they would not have that attitude. Do you believe me?"
"I believe you, I believe you." Seeing that he was like a child, Huo Qingtong could not help but smile.
The two of them went deep into the grassland. The grassland was as flat as a mirror, completely different from the ups and downs in the mountains. Gazing into the distance, they only felt that heaven and earth were connected, and everything was silent. It was as if there were only the two of them in the universe.
Although Song Qingshu was skilled in martial arts, he could not help but shudder when he was in such a state. He suddenly felt that the universe was boundless and he was abnormally small.
The two of them rode for dozens of miles but did not see anyone. Suddenly, Song Qingshu jumped onto Huo Qingtong's horse.
"What are you doing?" Huo Qingtong was stunned.
"I've seen a plot in a movie before and I've always been curious about whether it can be done, so I want to try it myself …" He pulled Huo Qingtong into his arms and whispered a few words into her ear.
Huo Qingtong's pretty face instantly turned red. "No way, it's too ridiculous."
"There's no one around anyway," Song Qingshu said. "Besides, isn't your martial arts on horseback very good? Let me see it."
Huo Qingtong was annoyed. "How can my martial arts be the same as what you're thinking?"
"I think it's similar." Song Qingshu nodded seriously.
In such a vast place, it was easy to let go of oneself. In addition, thinking about the uncertain future of the Mu Zhuolun tribe, Huo Qingtong also felt like she was celebrating before she died.
So in the end, she could not resist the other party's coaxing and pestering and gave in to his wishes.
Just like that, the two of them stuck to each other. Time passed quickly and before long, they were nearing the territory of the Mu Zhuolun tribe.
Huo Qingtong's face also regained its sanctity and did not allow him to fool around anymore.
Song Qingshu did not insist but he was a little depressed because he had always thought that his martial arts on horseback was pretty good. After all, he had personally led troops to battle so many times.
Who knew that he would almost fall off the back of the horse several times. Fortunately, Huo Qingtong, who had grown up on horseback, held on tightly to him and was often teased by him because of this.
Just as Huo Qingtong was teasing him about this, a passing herdsman suddenly recognized her and told her that something had happened in Yarkand.
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