Lanshan Snow

...The rich, sweet goat's milk smell was delivered to the lips, and Qiu Bodeng, who was still asleep, not only turned his face away immediately, but also pursed his lips hard, showing no doubt of resistance.

He could be forgiven for resisting.

It's just that this matter has more or less something to do with himself.

He was not used to the cow and goat milk that the Tule tribe drank every day. He thought it smelled fishy, ​​and he would vomit when he touched it.The Tule wizard found new milk for him from the snow mountain sheep that had just given birth to the first calf.

If Qiu Bodeng had the heart to torment others, he would definitely be extremely difficult to serve.

For a while, I felt that the foam was too big and the taste was not fine enough.

For a while, I felt that the fire had been burning for too long, and the color was not white enough.

For a while, I thought this was too condensed.

For a while, I thought it was too boiled.

……

There is no bone he can't pick.

At that time, the rest of the Thule warriors were stunned.

On the one hand, he felt that if anyone dared to torment himself like this, he must be asked to try his Tugong knife.While looking at Young Master Zhongyuan's exquisite face, which was tufted in the fluffy collar, it was indescribably small and beautiful, and after throwing up a few times, he was a little listless and spoke in a soft voice, and felt that it was quite...Of course ?

But as the saying goes: karma loops, retribution is not good.

The young master paid the price for his pretense - last night he himself verified the new goat's milk boiled for him by the Thule wizard.

It is indeed very delicate and very viscous.

[Senior reviewer, it's real goat's milk, the young master is having a temper and refuses to eat, the soup spoon is just stained] Qiu Bodeng turned his face away, and the porcelain white spoon brushed against his lips, which were redder and more colorful than usual, The slightly overflowing fresh goat's milk touched the lips, leaving a greasy trace.He was angry in his dream, his pursed lips were plump and plump, with some milk froth on them, it was tempting to press and grind.

...sips unhappily.

Insensibly attracts attention.

The fingertips with the fingers slowly ran over the young man's lips, and the white marks left by the new milk of the snow-capped sheep were wiped away, and penetrated into every well-placed lip line, finely and densely... the Qiu Bodeng in sleep Sensing something, he frowned delicately, trying to get the messy fingers to move away.

Not only did the other party not move away, but it became more and more excessive.

The young master who was disturbed in his sleep was very angry, half asleep and half awake, he bit down hard.

...Kill him to death.

Wizard Thule lowered his eyes, and let Qiu Bodeng's two pointed little tiger teeth nail on his knuckles—it was no different from a chick pecking at a person, not to mention killing him, it wouldn't even hurt.This is true of the sharpest canine teeth, not to mention the shallow ones.Moist.

Fierce.

But no deterrent.

...like being coquettish.

Xueyuan has never had such a delicate bird.Food is extremely precious in the snowfields. Adult birds will only feed their chicks for a short period of time. By the mouth, are you still picking and choosing?

Which chick dares to pick and choose, the adult bird must fan it out of the nest with one wing.

But right now, the Eagle of the Snowfield, the fiercest and most powerful bird of prey in the entire snowfield, did not throw the fierce and picky chick out of the nest—on the contrary, he threw the precious little chick back into the nest to his wings. The lower cage is tighter.

Qiu Bodeng was raised up in a daze.

His chin was lifted, his face was raised... Qiu Bodeng vaguely felt that this posture was somewhat familiar, but before he could wake up and figure out where it was so familiar, his slightly cold lips had already covered his face... Intense, sweet, fragrant and milky...

"Well……"

Qiu Bodeng whimpered.

He resisted extremely, and wanted to spit out the fresh goat milk that had been poured deep into his throat, but the man's hand was on his back, fixing him.The trembling went up joint by joint along the bone ridge, the tongue of fire licked, scorched, sparks splashed and burst... Those brand marks began to burn again.

He went limp all over.

The firewood is burning, and the warmer light fills the small wooden house.

The young man leaned against the silent and stern wizard, raised his head, his fair neck was outlined with a slender arc by the flames, and his delicate Adam's apple was forced to roll continuously, swallowing again and again.

again and again.

……

The empty porcelain cups were put back into the food box.

Shi Wuluo was half leaning against the wall, and the slender young man curled up in his arms unconsciously, clutching his collar tightly, and occasionally sobbed a little, as if he was being bullied hard in a dream... Shi Wuluo Wu Luo's fingertips touched Qiu Bodeng's back slowly.

A little comforting.

But more is the slow patrol after occupying the territory.

... From the inside to the outside, it's all his.

everywhere.

His patrol was too aggressive, even in a dream, Qiu Bodeng moved his shoulders uncomfortably, instinctively wanting to stay away from him.

——then was mercilessly detained back.

Press deeper, hold tighter.

The young master of the aristocratic family in the Central Plains embraced a feeling of innocence, curiosity, and admiration for the wonders, and came all the way from thousands of miles to appreciate the vast and magnificent landscape of the snowfield.He didn't realize what he had broken into at all, and he didn't understand what a snow field was at all—there was no spring, no summer, and no autumn here.

Only winter.

Eternal, pale, cold winter.

The harsh wind of knives scrapes and scrapes human muscles and bones all year round. The white snow, which looks holy at first glance but is actually cruel, covers all colors regardless of the seasons.Gloomy white, cold white, chilly white, lead gray white... In the vast white world, people try their best to add color to life.

Dye your clothes in dark black, dark red, dark blue, dark green, braid red coral, turquoise and yellow beeswax into your hair, and light the bonfire throughout the long night...

The red that splashes out of blood is regarded as the most sacred and brilliant color.

In the oldest era, the Xueyuan tribe believed in the bloodiest dogma.

They slit the throats of their enemies with scimitars, and their own throats were slit with scimitars.They cut off the heads of their enemies and made them into goblets to show off their strength.They have to sharpen their scimitars all their lives. Once a great hero grows old, he will be killed by a young warrior immediately.

Beauty, gold and silver, strong wine...

These are the rewards Thule, the god of the snow field, sprinkled on the earth.

Reward them for maintaining the most violent blood in the coldest region.

In that era, a beautiful girl slept in a blue felt tent yesterday, and was snatched to a blue felt tent the next day.The warrior who snatched her away had to pluck out the heart of the previous occupant, put it in a mahogany box together with his own totem badge and give it to her.The beautiful girl will throw the loser's heart out of the yurt to show her contempt for the loser.The winner's totem will be sewn onto her skirt to show her approval of the winner.

If anyone owns a skirt full of totems, she is recognized as the number one beauty on the snow field.

Her light, it will be said, "conquers all things like the sun".

The young master of Zhongyuan should be glad that he was not wandering in the snowy field in that era.Otherwise, he is doomed to toss and turn in one yurt after another, and he can't even remember what the last occupant looked like... a blue wolf, a silver deer, a fiery red fox, a dark brown bear... all kinds of things... Such totems would pile up at his feet.

No.

Perhaps there is another possibility.

He will be tightly hidden in a felt tent, locked in a thick blanket, and no one will see him from morning till night.And the corpses outside the tent will be piled up into a high hill... His powerful, silent, cruel and loyal occupant will cut off the heads of all peepers with a knife.

The goshawk hovered high in the sky, overlooking the earth.

Undulating mountains, distant wolves.

As the chief wizard of Thule, Shi Wuluo is very clear about Xueyuan's rules: morality cannot help them, and ethics cannot tame them.If you don't snatch the treasures you encounter today into your arms immediately, they will be broken tomorrow.

The fire light illuminated Shi Wuluo's face.

His gaze was cold and hard.

...keep your booty locked up securely.

...don't let him escape, and don't let him get hurt in the slightest.

Qiu Bodeng, who was deeply asleep, shrank his ankles instinctively.

........................

Batachihan and Tashimu's guess was correct. On the way back, the beautiful young master failed to get off the mammoth.But the fact is not what they thought - although a certain person was too much, but not so much that he would even bully the sleeping young master.Although, to some extent, it was actually bullying.

The atmosphere in the cabin was fairly quiet.

—until the afternoon of the third day.

"I said it! Get out!!" The young master who woke up broke out, "Can't you understand human language?! Get out!"

"go out--"