Lanshan Snow

The velvet blanket with the loop pattern of Baima was covered with the animal skin brought back by the Tule wizard—the most ferocious beast in the snow field, the Bagu black tiger.It has a huge physique, and the peak male tiger king even dared to attack a single mammoth. The dark black fur was half folded, and it still couldn't be flattened in the house.

A hand as white as snow with clear wrist bones was sunk in the dark tiger skin.

The hillocks of the palm fingers floated up slightly, and the slender fingers separated one by one, draped limply in the silver-gray texture of the tiger skin... Qiu Bodeng rested his cheek on his forearm, covering his wet and thick eyelashes.

He is exhausted.

Taking time to rest.

The Snow Eagle is combing the feathers of its delicate chick.

It was okay when he was kneeling before, but once he lay down, those beautiful braids made the young master suffer—he was almost screaming out of pain immediately.When Wizard Thule picked him up, he was still leaning on Wizard Thule's arm, weeping in grievance.

Wizard Thule's arm was strong and strong, and it was obvious that his anger was still there, and he had no intention of letting go.

Qiu Bodeng called out to him.

Wronged and pitiful.

In the end, the young master, who was so squeamish that he couldn't sleep well even if he put beads on every ten layers of quilts, got his wish and had a chance to breathe.

Wizard Tule put him on the soft tiger skin, bowed his head and unbraided his hair... the braided hair with beautiful jewels, like a poncho, was draped over Qiu Bodeng's right shoulder.The hollowed-out silver beads bundled in the braids were removed, and above that was a crystal of lustrous lapis lazuli, and next, an oval coral bead...

The quality of the boy's hair is too good, flexible, and black and shiny.

As soon as the hair beads were removed, the black hair spread out like flowing water, and even the crooked ripples left by ordinary people's hair braiding were not seen.

It's just that some of the braids were soaked in sweat, and after they were untied, strands of hair were sticking to the man's knuckles, as if they were lingering.Wizard Thule wrapped them around his knuckles a few times before releasing them and turning them to the left.

If it was normal, if Wizard Tule played around like this, Qiu Bodeng would definitely slap him away.

but now……

You can do whatever you want, it's up to him.

Qiu Bodeng wished that the Tule wizard would take a longer time to untangle his hair, ten days and a half a month would be best.

He was so tired that after such a short time, he was already drowsy.It's just... ding dong, with a crisp sound, the last agate bead fell into the mahogany box beside it.

"do not……"

The young master begged softly.

He really had no strength at all.

The callused fingertips fell to the wet neck and stroked slowly and gently.

Qiu Bodeng shuddered and struggled to regain his sanity from the drowsiness of sleepiness. He turned his head and looked at the man begging for mercy.It's just...he has been educated hard, his thick eyelashes are wet, the ends of his eyes are flushed, his clear black eyes are misty, and when he looks at people with the imprint of fire, the water glistens.

More like seduction than pleading.

Wizard Thule's hand sank next to the young master's thin white fingers, lowered his head, and slowly kissed his ear.

The warm breath fell on the eardrums, on the cheeks, and on the neck... The young master arched his neck, and his lonely cervical vertebra stretched out in a beautiful arc.He whimpered and wanted to struggle out, but was tightly framed by the man, let alone escape, there was no room for him to turn over - he had to know that he really had no ability to protect himself.

But he was really tired.

Under the impatience, the young master was actually forced to show some quick wit, probably considered quick wit.

——He was unprecedented, struggling, and took the initiative to shake the hand of Tule wizard.

Qiu Bodeng squeezed his fingers into the opponent's fingers, gasped for breath, and called the opponent's name... When he was hurt by the hair beads just now, that's how he asked the opponent to let him go.

Hot sweat dripped from the shoulders of the most powerful wizard of the Tule tribe and onto the young man's neck.

Qiu Bodeng was really scared of him now, and shouted even more urgently.

After night fell, the young master cried miserably.

Now the voice is hoarse.

His original voice was clear and bright, but after crying hoarsely, it became sweet and greasy, like countless golden sugar rolling around.Only the young master, who is still childish in his bones until now, would be ignorant enough to use this kind of voice to call other people's names to beg for mercy - if someone else were here, he would have to completely lose his good voice.

But the Thule wizard lowered his eyes.

... This is the first time that Alan has interlocked his fingers with him.

... Arlan's fingers were trembling uncontrollably.

moment.

The torch in the painted copper basin danced, obliquely illuminating the shadows on the wall into an overlapping and immobile one.

……So close.

Qiu Bodeng's ear tips were as red as the coral beads that had just been untied.

It's really close.

Wizard Thule pushed his hair back to one side, and pressed his cool cheek against his.Not only the cheeks, but also fingers, arms... overlapped one by one, until the sound of two heartbeats overlapped so close that the blood seemed to flow from one person to another and then back again.

constitutes a new, eccentric cycle.

No, shameless.

nasty.

Qiu Bodeng blushed and wanted to turn his head away, but he didn't know why, but in the end he didn't.

...probably because the Thule wizard turned around and gently folded his fingers into his palm.

Like hugging a brittle ice butterfly.

Anyway,

Anyway, I definitely can't earn it.

... Although, although he still hasn't really let him go, it's not unacceptable anymore.

Qiu Bodeng thought to himself with red ears.

The young master lowered his eyelashes shyly, and so did Wizard Thule.

He is looking at his hands.He didn't hold it tightly, and there was a little whiteness between his fingers... Alan's soft fingers curled up quietly in his palm.He could clearly feel the slender metacarpal bones, slightly convex finger mounds, warm fingertips...

The snow fell quietly outside the house, and the fire in the house burned slowly.

it's wired.

Qiu Bodeng pursed his lips and thought.

He moved his shoulders lightly, trying to break the weird atmosphere.As soon as he moved, Qiu Bodeng froze immediately, and he didn't dare to move anymore... What, what is this man... Wizard Thule moved his gaze away from his fingers, to his flushed cheeks, to his face on trembling eyelashes...

From his throat, he squeezed out a few small and subtle syllables.

It is the words that the Central Plains is soft and soft.

Wizard Thule felt his nervousness very clearly, and guessed that he was begging for mercy.

The goshawks in the snow field will not let go of the prey they are enjoying, but they don't want to push him too tightly... Wizard Thule used his other hand to fiddle with the young man's wet eyelashes, and said a long Thule in a low voice. language.

Qiu Bodeng guessed that he wanted to read it to him.

To be honest, Qiu Bodeng didn't really want to pay attention.

...Previously he was not allowed to speak, and he was not allowed to shout.At this moment, people need to think about him again.Who is he!

The young master held grudges bitterly.

The scholars in Dongzhou said that he was delicate and expensive and had a bad temper, but they didn't wrong him a word, and he would throw his temper when he got a little loose.

Seeing that he refused to speak, Wizard Thule moved his finger slightly down, and landed on his Adam's apple, lightly touching the newly branded mark... The sparks from the copper stove in the room were carried away by the restored air, and suddenly Up and down.In the flames, the silver-gray stripes of the Bagu black tiger were wrinkled into a ball by the young man.

Soon.

The young master in Zhongyuan began to sob and learn from Wizard Thule.

The low-pitched language of the Tule tribe is uttered by the young master who is used to the soft voice of the Central Plains, very similar to an unconscious coquetry.The Thule wizard leaned down, gently, and taught him.

...an aspirated voiceless plosive, an unaspirated voiceless plosive, and a trill

The delicate chin rested on the sweaty forearm.

The young man stumbled and stumbled intermittently.

...a voiced fricative uvula, a voiceless fricative uvula, and a lateral consonant.

The Thule wizard corrected his Arlan over and over again, every little mistake he missed.In the end Qiu Bodeng became annoyed, grabbed the tiger's skin angrily, and was determined not to speak again.But this time, the Thule wizard was extremely stubborn, and he insisted on saying these words completely and accurately.

"You bastard!"

After holding back for a while, Qiu Bodeng couldn't hold back, and continued learning intermittently for a while, and then he couldn't help crying again.

He turned around vigorously, trying to bite the Thule wizard's throat.

...Obviously very accurate!

What is he doing!

Qiu Bodeng felt that this person must have done it on purpose.

The Thule wizard allowed him to turn over, and while he was panting, he grabbed his wrist and put his fingers on his throat... The vibration of the vocal cords was transmitted to the depths of the nerves through the fingertips... Finally, With a hoarse voice, Qiu Bodeng repeated those few words with a broken mind.

Thule wizard let go of his hand, leaned over and kissed his eyelashes.

Outside the house, the aurora, which symbolizes auspiciousness, swirls in the sky, like the veil of the gods surrounding the holy snow mountain.The purple night, the cold snow-capped mountains, the saffron veil... the eagle's nest in the lonely place suddenly floats in the ever-changing colorful dream.

Can't tell night from day.

The young boys and girls of the Tule tribe bowed and raised around the bonfire, singing ancient songs about sharing felts, blessing the bride who handed herself to the groom, and the groom who handed the scimitar to the bride.

...The cold Tugong straight knife was placed under Qiu Bodeng's pillow.

The chief witch of Thule, the most powerful warrior of Thule.

He surrendered his flocks, his glory, his life.

——One day in the future, if his lover, his life, and his soul are about to leave him, please use this knife to cut his throat.Let his blood flow on the rug where they once boiled and burned together in the ice and snow.His soul will fall to the earth with the love and loyalty engraved until death.

His Arlan.

His machete and flowers.

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

The young master doesn't know this.

He couldn't remember night and day, how many times he recited those few words, and how many times he went back and forth from anger to self-abandonment, and from self-abandonment to anger.

After everything was over, he curled up and lay on the new felt blanket, his freshly washed skin reflected the shattered light like snow grains.He couldn't even open an eyelash.While drowsy, I felt the person next to me get up, and then my ankle was held...

Vaguely, it seemed to hear the sound of metal buckling.

what are you doing?

Qiu Bodeng thought in a daze.

Not long after, the Thule wizard lay back.As if afraid of being bullied, the young master stretched out his arms aggrievedly, as he did most often these days, hugged his neck, and retracted into his arms.