"Aowu-!" The extremely penetrating wolf howl resounded throughout the grassland at dusk.

Although the setting sun in the sky is like fire, the vast grassland under the setting sun has been shrouded in the cold early.

The vast sea of ​​the sea is vast.

In the bright red sky, a yellow horse suddenly appeared, and a group of gray giant wolf surrounded it.

Soon, the horse knelt on the ground with all its hooves, and the man immediately rolled down, and the long sword dripping with wolf blood came out of his hand.

The wolf claws fell down and fell on the man's metal armor, making an unpleasant "creak" sound.

Death is near, and the twenty-two-year-old life is about to end. Yuan Lie did not feel fear, only endless regrets - his grassland!

Between the lines of life and death, there was another sound of horse hooves from far to near, and there were also strings of strange and crisp sounds mixed in between.

The gurgling blood blocked Yuan Lie's vision. Through the sticky blood, Yuan Lie had only time to see a corner of the silver armor, and lost consciousness in the melodious ringtone.

Yue Qiyun rushed into the pack of wolves, and a string of copper bells on his left wrist made a ding-tone sound. In just a moment, the head wolf stopped roaring, and the brutality in the blue-gray wolf's eyes disappeared, but instead showed a hint of confusion.

The wolves were tamed instantly, and Yue Qiyun laughed happily, like the spring water of the mountain stream in summer, with irresistible coolness and gentleness.

Jumped off the horse, she sat on the ground, waved at the fiercest wolf.

The plain white hand swayed in the afterglow of the sunset, casting a hazy and messy shadow on the grass, and the copper bell wrapped around the wrist made a crisp and pleasant sound.

"Wow, what a big guy!" The huge wolf head rubbed against the bell on his wrist. Yue Qiyun gently stroked the wolf's body as hard as a thorn, and sincerely exclaimed. The lively voice was like a bead falling into a jade plate.

The head wolf lay beside Yue Qiyun, drooping his bloody tongue, gasping for breath, but the eyes that looked at her were pious and gentle.

The night was drooping, and the wind at night blew the grass half-height. Hundreds of grassland wolves sat or lying around Yue Qiyun, putting away their fierce minions and being as gentle as dogs.

The eagle came out of the air, and the wolves turned their heads neatly in the same direction, and the wolf's eyes flashed with green light, like ghost fire.

Yue Qiyun stood up, pressed her fingers between her lips, and whistled.

In the night sky, black hawks flew towards them like meteors, hovering around the wolf pack, and landing accurately on the silver cloak with cloud patterns.

Yue Qiyun untied the small bamboo tube tied to the ankle of the eagle and pulled out the brocade inside.

Through the faint sky light, she saw the lines of small words on it. Her face changed drastically, and she flew onto the horse without saying a word. The red horse made a happy neighing sound and raised its front hooves high. Yue Qiyun shouted lightly, knocked her knees on the horse's belly, and the red horse galloped away like an arrow leaving the string.

"This person should not die, don't hurt him!" The light voice and the rapid sound of horse hooves were getting farther and farther away.

"Aowu-!" Looking at the back of the wandering arrows in the darkness reluctantly, the wolf pack let out long howls. Even without even looking at the bloody alien man, he ran towards the depths of the grassland.

Tonight, the moon is full and the stars are everywhere.

When Yuan Lie opened his eyes again, there was a dark blue sky in front of him, and under the bright moonlight, a beautiful girl wearing the aristocratic costume of Yanbei grassland.

"Thank you for saving me."

Half a year later, the tent of the Yan Kingdom's Flame Tribe was covered with bright red symbolizing auspiciousness and joy.

The red Persian wool carpet and the red silk curtain. Yue Qiyun, wearing a red middle-clothed shirt, had a purple face, and lay straight on the joyful bed embroidered with dragons and phoenixes playing in the water. A deep mark on the neck of the jade was a hideous and dazzling.

"It's really bad luck! The dignified princess is not a virgin. We were so embarrassed that we didn't let it go. She was so sad that she hanged her rope..."

The sarcastic words were spoken from the mouth of the woman standing at the door of the royal tent. She wore a pink collar with yellow cloud patterns, and a totem symbolizing the royal family of the Flame Tribe was embroidered with gold thread on her sleeves.

"The Kingdom of Daliang claims to be a country of etiquette, and the virility of Daliang women is famous all over the world. Unexpectedly, the dignified princess did not fall on her wedding night!" The woman's slender eyes flashed with contempt, she spitted a mouthful, patted her hands and smiled: "Daliang's face has been lost to her!"

"Sister Moer, please be quiet!" A gentle voice sounded. This time, the one who spoke was a girl in a Hu costume.

She was very soft, with a pair of bright eyes filled with smoke, as if she had endless sorrow, and two black braids hanging down on her chest casually.

"This is the princess who is married to Daliang Kingdom after all. If an accident occurs, she will sweat..." The girl wiped the tears that the general could not fall from her eyelashes, gently stretched out her hand, tried under Yue Qiyun's nose, and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my God, it seems that she has no breathing anymore, it won't be true..."

Speaking of this, she seemed to be unable to bear to say the word "death", frowned slightly, and a light of water surged from her smoke-like eyes.

"It's so clean!" Su Mo'er rolled her eyes, twisted the water snake's waist and walked up to her, and said with a slightly sour tone: "Sister Mo Zheng, the person Dahan likes is obviously you, but in order to get along with Daliang, she pinched her nose and married this person. Unexpectedly, she was an unfaithful person. Such a woman occupies the position of the concubine, wouldn't it be a grievance to Dahan?"

"Empress Su!" Mo Zheng's little face turned slightly red. He called out Su Mo'er's identity in a hurry. "The great khan has great ambitions, so how can we females criticize!"

"It's so hard that I'm wrong?" Su Moer grabbed Mo Zheng's hand. Although there was a smile on her face, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes. "You risked your life to save the sweat from the wolf's mouth. If it weren't for being stabbed by Princess Daliang, the position of this concubine should have been yours. Hi, look at what I said..."

Su Moer covered her mouth with regret, and her brown eyes continued in a low voice with a smile: "Whether it is Dahan's heart or the desires of the tribes, you are the real concubine. This woman is just a decoration. When our Dahan unified the grassland, she will not be of much use!"

"Don't talk nonsense, be careful to let the concubine hear it!" Mo Zheng's face changed, and she hurriedly covered Su Mo'er's chattering mouth, carefully glanced at Yue Qiyun, who was unknown to life and death, and then pulled her out of the tent under the resentful gaze of Yue Qiyun's maid Jianlan.

"The concubine of Hulan Grassland is worthy of her a woman who has lost her virginity!" Su Mo'er was so angry that she was screaming at the same time as Mo Zheng, and she deliberately raised her voice: "The Khan was very heroic and became the Khan King of the Flame Tribe at a young age. Unfortunately, she married such a woman. How could she deserve the Khan and how could she take on the glory of the concubine?"

"Sister Moer, let's just say this behind your back and don't say it out..."

"As the saying goes, good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles. This is a matter, hum..."
Chapter completed!