Lanshan Snow

The finger that was originally resting on the boy's jaw moved to the left, and the protruding wing of the bone jade finger that was carved into the shape of a beast's head sank dangerously into the flesh.Just like an eagle in the snowy field pins down its prey with its cold and powerful claws, restricting its dying struggle when the catastrophe comes - the teeth are nailed into the flesh, becoming the ancient copper pattern of the iron.

...the copper brandings carved by the shepherds.

They burned bright red on the fire, twisted and undulated, and became the surname when they burned the lamb.

They fell on the young man's neck, on the skin that was whiter than the first snow and more delicate than goat's milk, cruel and tough.The sharp tips of the teeth reached to the bone, imitating the ancient custom, and branded exclusive symbols, each deeper and more dangerous... The young master who had just lost his crown screamed.

He almost thought he was being eaten, being enjoyed.

Huge horror and anger surged at the same time... How could anyone dare to attack him?How could anyone attack him?He is the son of a thousand pieces of gold, a treasure favored by the first family of Xianmen.All the dirty and filthy things will never appear in his vision.

For him, the world is at his mercy.

He had absolutely no idea what was going on.

The young master's beautiful black pupils were fogged with confusion and anger, his cheeks were flushed with an irrepressible blush, his Adam's apple rolled violently, and he pushed the man who was half kneeling in front of him with both hands.

"...Go away!"

The anger in the tone is far greater than the fear.

At this time, he didn't really understand the situation where he was being mermaid.

—He is spoiled.

I habitually think that as long as I announce loudly that I am angry, everyone will be conscientious and fearless.

God is pitiful, he is not expected to threaten people with harsh words at all. If the elders of the enemy's family were not guarding him, he would have gotten into trouble for this... His voice is too clear, and when he is angry, he is a little hoarse, but The hoarseness blended into the clear voice, like fine golden sugar being milled.

Not only does it not make people afraid, but it makes people daydream.

On the surface, the talents and heroes from other aristocratic families in Dongzhou are incompatible with this dude like Qiu Bodeng.

In fact, I don't know how many people are fascinated by his every frown and frown when he is angry.If it weren't for the strict guards of the enemy's elders, they would have planned to trap people in a dark room that cannot be seen...

...that slightly sweet and hoarse voice suits...

... how those long and thin fingers are suitable for...

Facts have proved that the judgment of the disciples of the aristocratic family in Dongzhou is not wrong at all.

The whistling white-haired wind blew across the land of the snow field. This time, there was no family or guards. The young master thought that the powerful scolding had not even spread to the wooden house, so he changed into a panicked tone.

——he was pushed against the wall of the wooden house.

Leaning against the smooth polished oak board, Qiu Bodeng's mind went blank.

His lips parted slightly in bewilderment.

In the firelight of the copper furnace, the color of the lips became more red, as if they were born to be picked.At this time, the teeth marks bitten out by himself remained on the plump lower lip, small, shallow, stained with a layer of crystal clear water... unknowingly bringing deeper disasters to his master.

The Thule wizard easily suppressed his struggle.

The solitary wrist was grasped by a broad, powerful hand, pulled high, and clasped against the oak plank.

The head witch of Thule lowered his head slightly.

His eyes fell on the bright red lips.

...Shallow, deceptive tooth marks.

He stretched out his hand, pressed his callused thumb, and pressed his moist lips into an arc.The flames of the bronze stove danced and shone on his deer bone mask, and that mysterious deer bone suddenly seemed to have an indecipherable expression.The face exposed at the lower end was pale and thin, with thin and cold lips.

Qiu Bodeng bit his lip unconsciously.

He finally realized why ordinary people in the Central Plains were afraid of the wizards of the Sifang barbaric tribes.

Because they are indeed mysterious, weird, and powerful.

The arctic blizzard hammered them into pale, brutal rock.They seem to be the echoes of the primitive times, mastering the wind, grazing cattle and sheep, migrating and wandering, difficult to approach, difficult to understand-the young master understands too late, he should not be curious about anything in the world.

Ignorance and curiosity have a price to pay.

The wizard of Thule bowed his head.

"Arlan."

He slowly pressed Qiu Bodeng's lips, but suddenly opened his mouth.

"...What do you mean?" Qiu Bodeng desperately controlled himself not to tremble, it would be too embarrassing and worthless, "What do you want? You can afford whatever you want..." The other party's fingers did not move away, The boy forced his calm voice into panic, "I, my third uncle are also in the snowfield..."

Wizard Thule looked at his reddened eyes, and still said a word in their tribal language.

The ethics of the Central Plains guard men and women more than water and fire, and they are disgusted with barbaric people.Even if the scholar who wrote "Si Fang Zhi" knew Thule's disposal of the spoils, he would definitely not be able to record it.

Qiu Bodeng couldn't understand what he was saying.

Only one of the syllables can be heard, which is very similar to "Tule".

The finger on his lips moved away, and Thule's wizard took off his mask, revealing a cold and handsome face with a very exotic color, with high eyebrows and deep eyes, and the light color of the eyes is frightening.

He put the mask on the smoke cloak on the floor, and kept staring at Qiu Bodeng.

Qiu Bodeng was enveloped by the opponent's breath.

Just like the year-round snowstorm in the Northwest Snowfield, it is cold and powerful.

Mammoths trek across the vast snowfield.

Docile antelope and reindeer follow the ancient whip, and the newborn lamb stumbles and is carried in it.

The branches of the fir spruce forest passing by passed by the cabin, making a rattling sound.

The Thule warriors who had completed the winter grazing prayed devoutly in their wooden huts... People living in the snow field regard all the buildings that shelter them from the wind and snow as places that are as important as their lives.

All wooden houses have a small sacrificial altar, and the altar is covered with a blood-red velvet blanket.

On the blood-red blankets were placed the freshly cut wolf king meat.

The warriors of Thule began to chant scriptures, dedicating the flesh and blood of the wolf king to the god of the snow field who protected them.

Except Thule's first witch.

—He was the only one who didn't have to set up an altar in the cabin.

But now, he also has his altar and sacrifice.

The smoke cloak of the Central Plains was spread in the wooden house, its color was darker than any flannelette of the Tule tribe, and it was as red as flowing blood.In the red of danger and temptation, there is a plain white and pure sacrifice-more noble and beautiful than all sacrifices.

………………

Qiu Bodeng no longer needs to worry about the blood of the Snow Wolf King...

only……

When the flying boat crashed, the injured part was accidentally touched, and he burst into tears uncontrollably. [Reviewing brothers and sisters, the young master's flying boat crashed and was caught by Hongfeng. The place where Fengniao's claws caught was bruised, and it just hurt when he touched it.It's nothing, please. 】

"It hurts..." He whimpered slightly, "It hurts so much."