Suo Jinling

"Old Tuzhen!"

There were a few crackling noises outside the tent, and the curtain was lifted. Vanuula staggered over with the water bowl in his hand: "Jingming is back, and he even tied up the little Glelandao who just closed the tent, and brought the little one to the house. Gele was tied to a stone and said that he would take his sacrificial knife! Little Gele was so frightened that he howled and cried, the grass was completely soaked..."

Landau is really another foster brother of Glelan Xinhong who is highly valued. Gele has divided into several camps, fighting each other openly and secretly, unable to find some peace, and now Lan Jingming has kidnapped Landaozhen...

Old Tuzhen dropped the medicine spoon and hurried out of the tent.

Less than [-] meters away from the Crescent River, there were bursts of crying by the river. Landau was really tied to a black stone, with a few straw ropes wrapped around his body, and the rope was strangled into his flesh. , the whole person's face was green and pure white, like a prey caught in a trap, with more air and less air, his legs were lying on the grass, twitching and unable to move.

Lan Jingming was sharpening a knife by the river, a saber was sharp, and there seemed to be a cold light on the edge, his complexion was worse than that of Landaozhen, his face was papery, his lips were bleeding and chapped, his bare back was distinct, heaving and trembling endlessly , He sharpened the knife halfway, suddenly threw away the stone, climbed two steps forward, plunged his palm into the river, struggled and vomited.

He seemed to want to vomit out his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, his back was heaving and heaving, he couldn't stop vomiting, he couldn't eat anything, all he vomited was clear water, after struggling like this for a while, he grabbed his throat, bent his body into a bow, and coughed out A mouthful of residual blood.

With a cry of alarm, Vanura flew up to help him, but Old Tuzhen grabbed her, took two steps forward, raised a palm high, and slapped Lan Jingming on the back. He bent into a ball, coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood one after another, and the tongue of fire poured out, and the hostility dissipated immediately.

Lan Jingming fell on the ground, breathing heavily, if old Thule hadn't come over, he would have really made a murderous attempt.

With the blood in his mouth still lingering, Lan Jingming grabbed Remnant Snow and stuffed it whole|In the entrance, separated by the remnant ice formed by the river, he lowered his head and looked at his own reflection.

Her face was as pale as paper, and the veins on her neck were bulging, but her lips were a little tinged.

It's so cold.

The weather in Beiyi has been cold for too long.

He missed the thick snow-white fur that wrapped him in, and also remembered those obsidian-like eyes. Old Thule was right, he should kill the owner of those eyes, tie him up and send him to In front of Khan's account.

But the figure who staggered forward in the ice and snow, carrying his close relatives on his back, made him unable to move his eyes away, and felt compassionate.

He recalled that he couldn't eat, had enough of Randur's abuse, sneaked out of the camp, and trekked forward in the snowy forest, surrounded by white snow, and he couldn't touch half a living thing. He didn't know how long he walked , Accidentally bumped into the white wolf cave, a few wolves didn't show their fangs and bit him, acquiescing to him curled up in a corner, nestling quietly into a ball.

Perhaps what he saw was not General Chen's son, but himself who was covered in bruises and had nowhere to go in the snowstorm.

There are many wild wolves in this mountain, and there are many tribes. In the cold days when there is a lack of food and clothing, even the wolves will be caught and eaten. Maybe Father Khan just happened to cook a nourishing medicinal diet, rather than... testing something.

Besides, if it was a temptation, what he did this time was too deliberate.

Lan Jingming shook his head, showing a bit of clarity. He straightened his body, pushed away Vanura who was supporting him, and walked to Landozhen's side. He raised the knife and dropped it twice, cutting a section of rope. Landau was in a daze. In a second, he twisted his body and wanted to run, but his hands and feet were not released. This time, he fell to the ground and turned into a mollusk. Lan Jingming grabbed the back of his neck and dragged him back to the tent.

Wanu La followed behind, with a lot of thoughts in his heart. Landau is really powerful, and he is quite famous among the little Geller. The demon king of the world turned into an immature child in front of Lan Jingming. He picked him up and shook him twice, shaking the crumbs all over the floor.

Landaozhen was carried into the tent and thrown into the corner. He stared wide-eyed, struggled with his hands and feet, wrapped himself into a silkworm chrysalis, rolled to the corner and was about to howl, when he bumped into a charcoal basin, he groaned twice, it was hot Dazed, he panicked and shouted: "Lan Jingming! Let me go quickly! Do you know what you are doing, you have offended me! If something happens to me, my brother-in-law will not keep you, Father Khan I can't stand you either!"

Lan Jingming glanced at him, sharpened his knife and sneered: "The majestic and brave little Gele Lan Daozhen turned out to be a soft-footed shrimp who would only hide and bark behind his brother-in-law and father Khan. It really opened my eyes. .”

Landau really held his breath in his chest, couldn't pump up or down, almost choked himself into a gourd, he rolled around twice, unable to hold back a rebuttal, and came out with a sentence: "Well, so what, I am righteous What kind of thing are you with the backing of brothers and fathers!"

Wanura was wringing out the thin towel and helping Lan Jingming to wipe his back. Hearing this, she laughed and couldn't help teasing a few words: "Lang Xiaograd raised the main tent, and he is a good boy who is invincible in geography. Waiting for the female relatives to be unarmed, they will all rely on Little Gele's protection in the future."

She is one of Randur's attendants. She has big shoulders, a round waist and a red face. She is not favored by Randur. Because of this, she has become pure. She often comes to the Lanjing Ming tent to steal wine and enjoy the moon. She has become acquainted with each other and talked. The unrestrained Landau was really tongue-tied, his face swollen like a pig's liver.

Landau really choked for a while, and turned his eyes to the old Tuzhen for help, hoping that he would say something to relieve the siege.

"Little Gele, what else do you want to say, let's make it clear together." Lan Jingming took off his robe, showing|showing his back, and let Vanula change his dressing, "In order not to have his tongue pulled out later, everything will be lost." Can't tell."

Landau really glared, his lips twitched a few times, and just about to say something, when he saw the wound on the man's back with his sharp eyes, he was stunned for a moment.

There is no good skin on Lan Jingming's back, the creamy skin is covered with bloody mouths, most of which have closed up, but a few of them are newly cracked, and the bones can be seen deep in each, as if drawn to death.

Landau really choked back in his throat full of anger, his mouth was tongue-tied for a long time, and he struggled to say: "Who hit it?"

No one in the tent answered.

Landau really understood: "Landur beat you? He actually lynched you! Under the eyes of my father..."

Still no one pays attention to him.

Wanu La glanced at him lightly, curled her lips and turned back to apply the medicine, Lan Jingming's eyes were drooping, her shoulders trembled slightly, it was obvious that the wound was still painful.

Landau was really full of words and wanted to spit out, but he couldn't spit out a word. It is true that the weak are prey to the strong, but seeing this man covered in injuries and being tossed by them repeatedly, the force of the flying stone is not small. I don't know how many hit the wound...

There was silence in the tent, and the herbs were bubbling in the medicine vat, exuding a burst of medicinal fragrance. Wanula tightened the cloth, wrapped Lan Jingming into a rice dumpling, and helped him put on his outer robe.

Lan Jingming shook the short dagger in his palm, twirled the sharp blade out of its sheath a few times, got up and walked to Landozhen's side, squatted down and looked directly at him: "Little Gele, what else can you say, it's best to say it now, so as not to jump in the future."

Outside the tent, the new wind howled, blowing up snow all over the sky, and a soft light ran along the corner of the tent, rubbing against Lan Jingming's back.

Drenched blond hair hangs on her neck, a pair of green cat eyes are round and round, staring straight at the person.

Cheeks as white as frost and snow are crystal clear, without a trace of blood, lips are pale and chapped, the outer robe is draped over the shoulders, loose and slippery | Take it off, the straight collarbone is horizontal under the shoulders, and the thin one is sunken, with a few strands of hair falling inside, Condensed into a water vortex.

Landao's mouth was really dry, he hesitated for a long time, he simply raised his neck, and said angrily: "If you want to kill, kill, if I, Lando, close my eyes, I won't be a strong man from the northern barbarians!"

Vanura laughed, but she didn't dare to laugh out loud, her shoulders were trembling, and she opened the curtain and ran out.

Landao was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke. Lan Jingming had no intention of coaxing the child. He held down Landaozhen's jaw with his finger and flicked it twice: "It's unloaded here, so I can't say anything."

Landao really woke up immediately, he was not sure if Lan Jingming really had the guts, but this person was well-known for his ruthless temper, and he never knew how to bow his head and back down... If the anger comes up, it is not uncommon to do anything.

"Hey, hey, you let me go," Landau really shrank back, pressed the stone on his back, and said bravely, "You make conditions, as long as they are not too much, I, I... promise you."

The corners of Lan Jingming's lips hooked slightly, playing with the short dagger in his hand, the dagger was shaking in his palm, circle after circle, rolling up sparkling waves.

Every time it is turned, the dagger gets closer, the tip of the blade is close to the delicate neck, shakes lightly twice, and draws a line of blood: "It's okay to let you go, little Gele promises me, and your attendants are not allowed to look for you in the future." My pleasure. Find me once, I will cut off one of your fingers, find me twice, and break off your toe, fortunately you have ten fingers, and you have ten more toes..."

Landau's Adam's apple was rolling, and the cold sweat dripped down his forehead like crazy: "Lan Jingming, you've lost your mind, they, they want to trouble you, what does it have to do with me..."

"It has nothing to do with you, it has something to do with your fingers and toes." Lan Jingming sharpened the short blade and laid it across the root of Landao's real finger: "Three, two, one—"

"Don't move, I, I promise—"

"What are you doing!"

The rushing sound of horseshoes sounded from outside the curtain, and the sunlight rushed in, casting a shadow on Lan Jingmingdu. He maintained a half-sitting and half-kneeling posture, with one hand pinching Landaozhen's neck, and the other hand drew a sharp knife out of its sheath, and his eyes were straight. The hook stood upright, his face full of murderous intent.

The horse's hooves were chattering non-stop, circling in the courtyard agitatedly, Lan Xinhong was riding a tall horse, with his arms tightening the reins, silently looking down.

"Landurgrad," Lan Xinhong pushed the saddle rope and circled Lan Jingming twice, the sweaty BMW flapped its nose and stomped restlessly, "Why is my foster brother being pointed at with a knife in your tent?" .”