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Silence looked at the Gobi Desert in front of him, the initial shock was gone, he looked around the strange place calmly.

The yellow sand that can't be seen at a glance, the setting sun is like blood, lonely and desolate.

"Ow---"

A wolf's howl rushed into the eardrums, and the expression of silence tightened. He stiffened his neck and turned his head, facing a pair of blue eyes full of scrutiny and sharpness.

"Ding, congratulations to Mr. Shen for officially launching "Great Wind Rises, Yellow Chrysanthemums". The mission is to replace the princess on Ulihan Batu's wedding night, to have a husband and wife relationship with him, to assist with items, three chrysanthemum spirits, and top-level perspiration medicine. One package, one map of the Dokele Grassland, wherever you want."

"Tell me the specifics of this body." He asked calmly in his mind, not daring to move, and still let the silver wolf in front of him stick out his tongue and lick his face.

Animals are sometimes more sensitive than humans, especially wild wolves living in the desert.

"Ding, Dumb, age 15, a native of the Celestial Dynasty, his parents were in business, he was born when the caravan passed through the Chaimur Desert, encountered a rare sandstorm, survived after being abandoned, and grew up among wolves..."

Shen Mo listened to the voice in his head with tense nerves, and he came up with a few pieces of information.

One, this body was encountered by robbers on the way from Monan to Mobei. After many ordeals, it did not survive to see the oasis.

Second, the Celestial Dynasty's marriage team will arrive in ten days, and he must rush into the Barun tribe and get close to Urhan Batu.

After sorting out all his thoughts, Shen Mo closed his eyes slightly, not knowing how the man is doing now, hoping that the things in the drawer can help.

The yellow sand beneath him was baked by the scorching sun all day, and the residual temperature was scorching. Silently moved his body, the wolf next to him suddenly let out a loud snort.

As if he had confirmed something, the silver wolf rubbed against his arm, and the previous vigilance disappeared, which seemed to express some kind of joy.

Hesitation appeared on Shen Mo's face, and he slowly stretched out his hand, and then saw Silver Wolf sticking out his tongue and licking his palm.

The tense nerves were relaxed, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. This wolf was one of the two wolves that saved Yuan, and the other was his wife, who had aged two years ago.

It can be said that the old wolf king is the most familiar to the young man in the world, but luckily the other party did not notice anything from his breath.

The wolf king held his head high and let out a long howl. The long howl resounded, making this boundless desert even more desolate and desolate.

The next moment, Mo Mo saw black masses appearing from all directions, and only when he got closer did he see that they were wild wolves. Mo Mo, who had never seen real wolves, saw one for the first time, and was already quite frightened. There would be hundreds of wolves heading towards him. He rushed towards the direction, which was really shocking.

All the wolves roared around Silence, the sound was so loud that the irritating eardrums hurt, he raised his hand to tidy up the messy and strange clothes on his body, and tried to walk upright.

No one taught the teenager to walk and eat like a human. After living for 15 years, he always thought he was a wolf, crawling on the ground with all four limbs.

The old wolf king fell silent on the ground, and the remaining hundreds of wolves seemed to have received the order of the wolf king, and ran around Shen Mo for a few laps before turning their heads and running away.

I don’t know when there was a bright moon in the sky. The bright moonlight sprinkled on the boundless fine sand, covering it with a layer of cool silver. The wind came slowly, and the rolled up sand was like a ray of light veil.

Mo Mo lay on the wolf king, brushing the silver mane on both sides with both hands. This body is extremely weak, and I don't know how long it can last.

At night, holding back his nausea, he drank a few mouthfuls of sand fox blood brought up by wild wolves, bit a piece of bloody meat and swallowed it, and gave the wolf king the rest.

In the desert, life is the most important thing.

Six days later, a young man appeared on the Dokele Grassland outside the Barun tribe, accompanied by an old silver wolf.

Silence squatted by the river, buried his head in the water and kept drinking, until he felt his stomach was full before he raised his head, wiped the water from his face, and sighed contentedly.

Looking at the wolf king who was also leaning over the water to drink, Shen Mo washed the sand around his eyes, "Drink more water, it depends on the night to see if you can succeed."

At night, everything is quiet.

Shen Mo tightened his dirty and torn clothes, followed the wolf king along the secret path, avoided the night watch from several ethnic groups outside the Barun tribe, and hid in the tent behind.

Today is the annual wrestling festival of the Baren tribe. The tribe gathers around the bonfire, singing and dancing, and shouting for the victorious warriors today.

Shen Mo and the wolf king did not dare to approach, and secretly hid in the distant hills to look out.

Men and women of the Baren tribe have rough skin and strong bodies under the years of wind and sun. They are unrestrained and enthusiastic, especially women. When they see a warrior they admire, they will send strong wine and show their love to the encouragement of the tribe.

There was loud applause and booing by the bonfire, and a strong and handsome warrior ran over and hugged the woman with a colorful cloth scarf on her head and shouted happily.

"Please sweat the marriage!"

The clansmen repeated one after another, louder and louder.

A deep voice came out, "Quite."

Intense cheers rang out, with blessings and celebrations for the next happy event of the Baren tribe.

Mo Mo searched for the sound, and with the light of a large torch, he saw clearly the person he was supporting.

The sturdy and mighty tall man was bare-chested, with a black belt tied casually, and a silver machete hanging from his waist. His muscles were thick and there was a totem on his chest that was lifelike. He took a jar of wine from the tribe with his bony hands. He raised his head and took a big gulp.

He is the mission target of this volume, Urhan Batu, the new Great Khan of the Barun tribe, with a fiery and savage personality, bloodthirsty and cruel.

Getting close to that violent maniac and gaining his trust is simply as difficult as reaching the sky, even if you don't die, you will lose half your life.

In addition to the smell of strong wine, there was also a seductive smell of meat in the air. He silently licked his dry and bloody lips, and narrowed his tired eyes.

He patted and shrugged his head. The hungry and exhausted Wolf King pointed in the direction of Urhan Batu, "Go."

The wolf king roared and galloped away.