[Quick Transmigration] White-eyed Wolf Cultivation System

"Next time we meet again, we will be enemies."

Aragorn leaned on the horse's back and said with a smile.He reached out to brush the snowflakes off the fur on his shoulders, and the eyes hidden under the high brow bone were like the deep ice at the bottom of the Grand Canyon.

A thin layer of snow fell on the dry and hard ground, which creaked when people stepped on it.The snow was still getting bigger and bigger, the horses were snorting, and the hot air and human breath formed a thin mist together.

Xie Ci also smiled and said: "It has always been."

Aragorn took a deep look at him, pulled the rein, turned the horse's head and drove away, and said loudly in Mandarin: "Rookie, how about having a drink together after leaving the mission? Go to the most expensive restaurant beside the River of Forgetfulness Find me, I'm his family's VIP!"

"If there is a chance." Xie Ci replied.

Aragorn waved to him with his back, the barbarians whistled one after another, the envoy of the team leader clenched his right hand and beat his left chest, and led the big prince of Turkucha and the captured barbarian captives away .

Xie Ci blinked the snowflakes that fell on his eyelids, looking at Aragorn's gradually shrinking back in his sight.

I can't beat you, the child of luck in this world is not necessarily.

Senior, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.

'Let the tiger go back to the mountain!Let the tiger go back to the mountain! '

A deafening roar sounded in his mind, and Xie Ci's chest was so excited that blood surged up.

'Shut up. He pinched Huo Changsheng's remnant soul fiercely, and said coldly.

"General," Lu Shaoyang's royal horse approached a few steps, and said in a deep voice amidst the wind and snow, "Princess Turkucha's guard of honor is here."

Xie Ci took a breath of dry and cold air to suppress his emotions, and said, "Go and greet."

After seven days of peace talks, after a series of tough bargaining, the Turkucha Department exchanged the eldest prince and more than [-] captives at the price of [-]% tribute and a princess.

Arzugul, the flower of hope on the grassland, the snow wolf goddess of Turkucha, the goddess of longevity.

The little princess whom the envoys of the Turkucha department praised with all kinds of compliments was actually a child younger than Pei Zhao. The 14-year-old girl was sitting on a snow-white camel, covered with wreaths made of coral beads and beeswax, her cheeks flushed red from the ice and snow.

No matter which dynasty they are in, a married princess is destined to be associated with the word "tragedy", not to mention that Huo Changsheng's emperor's eldest cousin is old enough to be the grandfather of this little princess in this era.

Xie resigned and rode forward, bent slightly in front of Princess Arzugul's camel, saluted her with the etiquette of the Turkucha department, and said: "Your Highness, I have a carriage and a stove with me, please come with me." Minister come."

The maid next to Arzugul explained the thank you words to her. The little princess moved his lips and uttered a soft and rude language. Xie Ci could understand her, and she said thank you.

Xie Ci pulled the rein of the horse, turned around and shouted: "Return to the camp!"

***

This farce-like war has finally come to an end, burying a huge hidden danger to the safety of the dynasty, but that is all for later. Right now, because of the victory of the peace talks and the arrival of Princess Alzugul, the Yucheng camp is about to Throw a big banquet.

Al Zugul temporarily changed the heavy dress and accessories, and after resting in the tent for a while, he decided to go for a walk.

"Princess, this is the territory of the Han people, there may be various cunning traps outside, please don't go out!" Her personal maid dissuaded her in shock.

Arzugul pouted unhappily. Her personal maid was always too cautious, as if the Han people harbored ill intentions towards her, and she was like a weak and pitiful girl in a legend who needs a hero to save her.

But she is the Snow Wolf Goddess, who can ride a horse when she can walk, shoot arrows and slit the throat of a lamb when she can speak.

Although she was only fourteen, she was more like old Tzatan's child than her reckless and stupid older brother.

"I will become their queen, and all Han people will kneel down and salute me. What is there to be afraid of?" Arzugul showed the kind of puzzled expression that can always be loved by others, and curled the braid hanging down his cheek with his fingers , "Also, that Han general looks like a nice guy."

Regardless of the persuasive dissuasion of the maid, Arzugul opened the heavy curtain and walked out.

The place where the Han people lived was warmer than their tribes, and Arzugul looked around curiously.The soldiers coming and going in the barracks either turned a blind eye to her, or looked at her with contempt and hatred. Arzugul didn't care too much, anyway, these people would die in the hands of old Tsatan in the future.

Their Turkucha tribe will dominate the northern border, lead the army of sixteen tribes of the barbarians to the south, trample over this fertile land with iron cavalry, stain the throne in the Chang'an palace with blood, and turn the weak Han people into their own. Slave, cut off the heads of all rebels.

She is the vanguard of the invasion plan, and she is extremely proud of her identity and her future destiny.

Arzugul wandered around in the barracks, and unknowingly came to an open place.This seems to be a training place for Han Chinese soldiers, and there are many Han Chinese wielding spears and swords in the field.

She stood with her hands behind her back and looked at it for a while, showing a mocking expression unconsciously. In her opinion, these Han soldiers were like immature chicks compared to the warriors of the Turkucha Department.

Arzugul looked at it for a while, then turned around and left without interest. Just a few steps away, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air behind——

"Princess be careful!"

The maid's exclamation came from her ear, and Arzugul hesitated for a while. Old Tsatan told her not to show her skills in front of the Han people, so should she fall down like a weak princess or hide in a short body? However, how about killing that Han who doesn't know what to do?

Before she could think of a countermeasure in this short moment, Arzugul suddenly felt a tightness around her waist. This unexpected attack really scared her. She couldn't help but screamed and raised her head in panic. , but bumped into a pair of dark green eyes.

Al Zugul was stunned.

She thought of the lush cedar forest on the snow field outside the pass, the frozen Ersten Lake in winter, and the shining silver snow wolf king, who would vigilantly shake off the snowflakes from its ears and tear the snowflakes with its sharp teeth. Opening the throat of the prey, it will also obediently lie prone in front of her, letting the girl's warm palm touch its soft and fragile abdomen.

The man took the arrow cluster that attacked her with his palm, let go of her, and stood aside, playing with the arrow in his palm, and asked in a calm voice: "Who is it?"

Arzugul found that he was just a boy about his own age, and he had a very obvious barbarian blood, but after he spoke, the audience fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

The personal maid ran over yelling and wrapped her in a thick snow fur, but Arzugul stared blankly at the boy who had just rescued her.

In fact, she can understand Chinese and speak it well, so she understands that this young man has not only saved her, but is also seeking justice for her.

Who is this guy?

"No one will admit it," she found that the boy's voice was strangely stiff, "I will, tell uncle. Everyone, be punished."

uncle?

Arzugul immediately realized the identity of this person. He was the nephew of the Han general, the one who killed her Snow Wolf King.

Old Chatan was her father, and she couldn't blame the father who made the plan for the death of the wolf king, so she had to pour all her hatred on the boy who killed the wolf king.

She immediately felt ashamed of her weakness and admiration just now, and her hatred and anger made her clenched her fists.

When the green-eyed teenager picked out the criminal and walked towards her, Al Zugul took a step forward without hesitation, pulled his arm in his astonished eyes, and bit down on him viciously with his sharp canine teeth. his right hand!

"Ow!"

Poor Pei Zhao was stunned, and let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice.

Hearing the news, Lu Shaoyang who rushed to rescue the scene slipped and almost fell.

***

The innocent and injured Pei puppy touched the well-bandaged wound on his hand, and found that his seat at the banquet was directly opposite the barbarian princess, and suddenly felt a pain in his hand.

The princess's eyes were too penetrating. Following the principle that good men don't fight women, Pei Zhao silently moved his desk to the teacher's side.

Ke Ningyu had just recovered from a serious illness, and was leaning on the seat wrapped in a thick fox fur. The black and gray fur around his neck made his face pale.Holding a bowl of hot tea in his hand, he squinted at the bitter puppy, couldn't help chuckling, and asked, "Azhao, why did you offend that princess?"

Pei Zhao fiddled with the mechanism of the sword in the sleeve on his wrist with his fingertips, lowered his head and said depressedly: "I accidentally hugged it."

"It's no wonder people are going to be angry if a man and a woman don't know each other." Ke Ningyu couldn't help chuckling, the air suddenly surged up, and she covered her sleeves and coughed again.

Pei Zhao was taken aback, and hurriedly reached out to support the teacher's back, but was thrown aside by a big hand stretched out from the side, and saw that his uncle who appeared at no time had already supported the teacher, Pat the teacher's back with one hand, and hold the bowl of hot tea that was originally in the teacher's hand with the other.

"Don't worry, sir, why are you coughing again? Drink some tea to moisten your throat," Xie Ci Xuxu said halfway, then turned to stare at Pei Zhao, "Puppy, have you made Mr. Ke angry again?"

"Cough, general, cough, cough, it's not Ah Zhao..."

Pei Zhao secretly rolled his eyes, and moved his desk back.

Although the 15-year-old boy doesn't understand anything, he still feels a little hot-eyed.

It seems that the teacher went to the gate of hell this time, and the uncle regarded him as fragile porcelain, as if he was looking at the eyeballs carefully. Pei Zhao remembered that Uncle Ergou complained, saying, "I don't care about my daughter-in-law." The general cares so much about the military division."

Ke Ningyu finally calmed down, his pale face turned abnormally red due to coughing, he drank a few sips of tea to suppress the itching in his throat and lungs, and reluctantly declined his thanks, "Old man Huo, hurry to the main seat!"

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to ask Lao Meng to come over and have a look?"

Coning Yu's lungs no longer hurt, he has a headache, and he doesn't know what the coach and old friend he has known for many years is going crazy recently.He had no choice but to whisper: "It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable anywhere! You hurry up and see if you see Baigou's eyes!"

Baiji's old fox's smiling and meaningful probing eyes were about to stare a hole in him, and Ke Ningyu felt uncomfortable under the double attack of his coach and the old fox.

Xie Ci finally said: "If you don't feel well later, don't force it, just leave the table early."

Ke Ningyu nodded repeatedly.

After drinking for three rounds, the big tent was filled with the turbid smell of alcohol and the hot human smell. Although Ke Ningyu only drank tea and ate a few mouthfuls of vegetables from the beginning to the end, she still felt chest tightness and headache. Being nagged again, Ke Ningyu obediently apologized for leaving early.

Breathing the dry, cold and fresh air at night, the headache was relieved a lot, and the still-sick lungs began to ache again, and Ke Ningyu couldn't hold back the stuffy cough.Qingfeng was sent back to boil the water by him, and there was no one around him who could help him. Coningyu grabbed the felt cloth of the tent next to him in a little embarrassment to prevent himself from falling limply.

There was a sound of light but chaotic footsteps behind him, and Ke Ningyu coughed slightly, although she didn't turn around, she vaguely guessed who was coming.

"You, are you, Brother Ah Jiu?"

The girl's soft and timid voice sounded, and Ke Ningyu was in a daze for a moment, as if the noise of the big tent not far away had gone away, and a long, long sigh passed through her heart.

Ke Ningyu turned around, looked at the already beautiful and moving face, the little girl with a narrow stature but a stubborn look, called her name in a barbaric language as if sighing.

"Alzu."

The author has something to say:

Sorry little angels, I'm back.Hey, hey, it's all my fault if the update is interrupted for no reason.

I was in a bad mood a few days ago, sorry_(:з」∠)_