Bestial Blade

Even if it is a big girl with a fragrant smell, standing in a room full of dangdang like this, the air is not fresh, let alone these rotten big men.

It didn't take long for the air in the tent to become turbid, but this didn't affect the performance of their voices in any way. Chang'an yawned quickly. He shrank back to make himself look less conspicuous. He leaned on a corner, poked his knees, lowered his head, covered his face with the arms on his knees, and started. Dozing intently.

He slept in this sleep, but the old orc Budong who was with him to guard the tower that day struck a dispute with Kazo.

One said to chase out of the city, then closed the gate, and chased the black wind, and one said that the great gate was not used to poke there, that was a silly hat.

The two started first, pretending to be truthful about the facts, and after a while quarreled their tempers, they started to talk about each other, the more they talked, the more they were unreasonable, and then the chickens quarreled with the ducks.

Kazuo pointed at Bu Dong's nose and cursed, "You old thing will shrink to the back of the city wall. You're a puppet king!"

Budong said: "You know what a fart!"

Cazor stood up and patted the small table with his big hand: "You're afraid! Don't dare to go back to your own tent, don't throw it into the eyes of others!"

Bu Dong continued: "You know what a fart!"

As soon as Cazo lifted the table and lifted the table, everyone was forced to stand up, and he yelled with a chin on his hips: "As you said, we have never thought about living a good life. Today we beat people back across the wall. Tomorrow, if they are in a good mood or if they have nothing to do, they will come again. Do you not farm, fish or hunt? Do you spend so much with them all day? "

Bu Dong sits behind the overturned table in an empty space, and raises his eyes when he hears the words: "Do I mean that?"

Then he looked at Cazzo with a sneer, and added a forceful sentence: "You know a fart!"

Kazuo strode over, probably feeling that he didn't understand, and had to fight with each other. Of course, Huayi couldn't let the two of them stand in front of so many people, and some couldn't stand it, so he reached out in secret. He tripped him, and Cato didn't check for a moment. He flew forward and hit Changan's elbow.

Cazor knocked on the hard bones of the young man, and screamed, "Chang's" arm hit him by the knee, hit his face, he finally wandered a little, confused The ground woke up and frowned, raising his eyes impatiently and confused.

Cazo glared at him for a moment, shouting inconceivably: "You actually fell asleep! How can you fall asleep for such a big thing?"

Chang'an: "..."

He was silent for a moment, his face was somber, and he calmly lifted his feet to kick Cazor out.

Fortunately, Cazzo's attention was not on him for the next moment, and he jumped aggressively toward Bu Dong: "You old bastard!"

"Well, pull away." Huayi waved his hands helplessly, leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and sighed. Every time he saw Kazuo, he would lose his judgment on his intelligence, because the total It will spontaneously give birth to an indelible sense of superiority.

Solimu smiled at him pointedly: "The King of Beasts."

Huayi gave him a white look and turned to Changan, saying more weakly: "Why are you so sleepy and impatient to hear us?"

Chang'an didn't feel that it was inappropriate for him to doze in the place where the discussion was going on, so he nodded very frankly.

Huayi sighed in his throat, and didn't know what to do. He paused for a moment, and only said, "Well, you ... you can get back to bed earlier."

Chang'an rubbed his eyes, waiting for his words, heard Yan Yan immediately stood up and walked away.

He didn't have any opinion on the war, so he couldn't publish it. He just felt annoyed that those who hadn't provoked anything.

However, from a very young age, Chang'an understands that a person cannot decide how others are. He thinks that he is a bit stupid. He has no ability to think about the overall situation before thinking, and he is always unable to figure out the hearts of others. . Other people bully him, treat him lightly, or take care of him and treat him well. These are things he cannot predict or decide.

Changan can think and let go-only if he makes himself stronger, can he deal with these things that he cannot control, and personally end the good and evil that he judges, and can live in peace ... It seemed that when he heard the truth of Zheyan's death as a carpenter when he was a child, his heart suddenly turned into irresistible resentment and viciousness. Only when those people's screams disappeared in the fire, he calmed down by himself.

This was the way he found for himself, so even if he only held a small piece of iron in his hand, he dared to break into Yufeng Mountain. Even if his root bones were born bad, he could never relax for more than ten years. Pass the knife in your hand.

Huayi stared at Chang'an with a stunned look, and left without a word. Finally, he couldn't help whispering to Solem, whispering, "He's going to be so careless!"

Soleil raised his eyelid and glanced at him, saying lazily, "No heart, no lungs, but also a clear distinction, is not much stronger than the thief and the wolf heart dog lungs? Leader, tell me, you do n’t want With a sullen face, he is cheap. "

Huayi grinned, "hehe" for a while.

Then he became serious, reached out and knocked on the table, coughed slightly, and said, "How many of us?"

I have been watching the lively and silent mountains and rivers interface: "The women, children, artisans, farmers, and those who are injured and sick are now 308 people."

The mountains and rivers are giggling, they can talk outside, they also know in their hearts. The two of them said that the others who jumped up and down could not help quieting down. In the north, a tribe, men, women, and children are counted. It's not that small anymore. From the perspective of others, their tribe can now be said to be strong and powerful.

Huayi was silent for a moment, with his hand on his chin, and it took a while to whisper meaningfully: "There are few people."

The light of the deliberative account on that day stayed on until midnight, and when everyone dispersed, the horizon was almost white.

Huayi folded his hands on the small stove for heating and followed the people out, as if to send them a ride. Soleil couldn't help but ask, "Why are you so polite today, it's almost dawn, don't you lie down for a while?"

On the surface, Huayi sent them all out. In fact, sincerity was limited. After taking no thirty steps, he turned to the other direction. When he heard the words, he turned to Solem and gave him a disdainful look, saying proudly: "Cool, what's the fun of lying on your own? You don't understand."

The old bachelor of Solem was so angry that he made smoke.

Changan was suddenly awakened by a person who came to live in the tribe all year round. He no longer has the habit of staying idle when he roams in the dense forest. However, even with his bare hands, he will react instinctively.

The other person was not awake, but his movements were so awake that he couldn't be awake anymore. When he turned over and held the man down, his bruised hands were already pressed on the opponent's throat.

Then I looked at it this way, only to find that Huayi was lying there looking at him with a smile, holding him by the neck and caressing his hands on his waist, and lightly on his back. I patted it twice and whispered, "What? Murder?"

Chang An let go and wondered: "You? What's the matter?"

Huayi's eyes flickered, and the salty pig's hand rubbed on the back of Chang'an was very dishonestly inserted into his clothes. His fingers were a little cold, and Chang'an froze a bit, sober. Huayi suddenly pressed him down from his own body, resting his palm on the side of his neck, lowering his head to kiss his forehead, and lowering his voice, "Hey, I ask you, now I can take off your pants. ? "

From the point of view, obviously it is okay, but Huayi's face is so cheap, and the things he does are not so dignified, so Changan blurted out without a teacher: "You are always fine about what my pants do ? "

Huayi corrected: "Who remembers your torn pants? I remember how to take off your pants."

Chang'an frowned and felt awkward. What good things could be under the pants? He whispered in his heart: This guy in Huayi has nothing in mind.

... At this time, he forgot who was dreaming of spring and autumn in the tent.

Huayi rogue said: "Not yet? You say it yourself ..."

Chang'an is unwilling to entangle this issue in a slimy way. He thinks that being a man cannot be as unpleasant as Zheyan, and he feels like a car all day long, but frowns silently waiting for others to understand.

So Chang'an held back awkwardly and waved very generously: "Okay, you can take it off if you like to take it off. Take a closer look at what you have, so you don't have to worry about it all day long."

He didn't cover his mouth, it was about the dignity of the man, and Huayi slapped angrily on his ass: "It's so difficult for you to say a human word?"

Chang'an was silent for a while, but didn't figure out what offended him again, so helplessly said, "You are really hard to serve."

Huayi Yan laughed: "Then I will wait for you."

His hand patrolling around Chang'an's waist had long been warmed by the other's skin. He had penetrated into Chang's pants like a swimming fish, and Chang'an had a fascination. There was something strange that had never been touched. He felt the impulse to pull out Huayi's hand, and his body bowed unconsciously.

Huayi bowed his head and kissed his lips, but this time he was not so gentle, he opened Chang's chin toughly, as if to let him know how powerful he was, and a wind came to sweep the leaves.