Mo Zheng raised her chin proudly, unable to help but the joy that rose from the bottom of her heart, and her beautiful watery eyes looked provocatively at the high platform beside the altar. There, Yue Qiyun and Dazasa stood side by side.

Da Zasa stood in the middle of the platform, wearing the costume of the witch god of Yan Kingdom, and looked up at the sky with a solemn expression...

"The kind and immortal heaven bless us Fiery Warriors to succeed in triumph..." Dazasa's lips opened and closed silently, and he raised his hands with devoutly, praying to the heaven and earth. On his face, which had been through vicissitudes, a layer of sacred halo was covered by the sun.

Yue Qiyun stood beside Dazhasa, listening to the old man's prayer, somehow she felt peaceful. Looking at the boiling crowd under the altar, she suddenly felt the illusion of being out of the matter.

The members of the Lieyan tribe shouting wildly under the high platform, the soldiers who were about to set out on the battle with their blood, and the proud Mo Zheng. These all became black and white silent dramas in Yue Qiyun's eyes.

She followed Dazasa's appearance and looked up to the sky. The sky was blue, and the sky was connected to the green grassland in the distance. The unprecedented tranquility in her heart made her feel as if she was spreading her wings and flying.

Amid the cheers of the people, Yuanlie stood at the front of the team and ordered the army to set off.

In a trance, Yue Qiyun seemed to see the clouds in the sky turning into five-color auspicious clouds, slowly moving eastward with Yuan Lie's army.

With her eyes drawn from the sky, she looked at the team gradually fading away.

Compared to the neat military appearance of the Yue family army, this grassland cavalry can only be described as sloppy. Apart from Yuan Lie, the soldiers did not have neat armor and only wore ordinary robes and trousers. The only thing that could be used to resist the damage of weapons was only a few pieces of leather covering the vital parts.

Their horses were not as tall as those of Yue Family Army, and they could even be said to be uneven.

However, such an army that does not look solemn is a famous cavalry in Yan State. They do not use armor because the long sword in their hands is the safest armor. Their horses are not tall and strong, but they are all good horses that can gallop thousands of miles.

Yuan Lie was wearing black armor, and his mount Hunting Feng was also shiny. He turned his horse's head and looked back at the petite figure in red clothes beside the altar.

He looked out at him, hoping from the bottom of his heart that he could see his concern for him from her face.

Yuan Lie thought: She still cares about him, right?

"Brother Lie." Mo Zheng urged the horse to run to Yuan Lie, "It's time to leave." She said softly.

"Helping!" Yuan Lie clamped stirrups with his feet, and the black horse raised his iron hooves and ran, leaving behind him with a stream of dust.

Mo Zheng looked in the direction where Yuan Lie was paying attention just now, and his eyes touched the proud figure, then looked away and followed Yuan Lie.

Yue Qiyun kept watching Yuan Lie and his party disappear on the horizon, and then walked down the platform with Dazhasa's satisfied gaze. While slapping the dust on his clothes, he silently greeted Dazhasa's relatives.

"It's strange. The old charlatan's eyes are so powerful that it actually scared me?" She wondered in her heart.

In fact, just when Yuan Lie's troops were setting off, Yue Qiyun wanted to go back smoothly, but Dazasa just smiled at her and she could no longer move. She stood stupidly like a husband-looking stone and ate the soil for a while.

For the next period of time, Yue Qiyun and the left-behind members of the Lieyan Royal Clan were in peace and lived a peaceful life.

The summer on the grassland is always so short. A month later, the autumn wind blows to the Hulun River with the coldness on the snow-capped mountains.

The most beautiful season on Hulun Grassland is here.

Ulan is the name Yue Qiyun gave to the female mastiff.

After a month of careful care, Wulan's health has completely recovered, so Yue Qiyun took it out of the tent and began rehabilitation training.

Once the body-sized and huge mastiff appeared, it caused a sensation in the Flame King's Court.

"Oh my God, I've never seen such an ugly thing before!" Su Mo'er covered her nose with disgust and pointed at Ulan's bare fur and asked. "Is this a monster?"

Yue Qiyun lowered her hands and pressed her back, which had grown short fluffy, and ignored Su Moer's provocation.

But Ulan couldn't even see the whistling woman in front of her. It held its huge head, swaying its wet nose, and smelled the faint familiar smell in the wind - it came down from the ancient snow mountain in Tang Dynasty, with the smell of wind and frost.

"Wulan, are you homesick?" Yue Qiyun walked to the Hulun River, sat on the warm and soft grass, hugged its strong neck, and asked softly.

"Home..." Ulan looked towards the snow-capped mountains, half-squatting on the grass, her dark brown eyes were filled with sadness. "I can't go back, my brothers and sisters, my partner, are gone."

"I can't go back." Yue Qiyun leaned on Ulan's body, rubbed his head with his short fluff, looking at the horizon, missing the time and space a thousand years later. "We can't go back forever, we are all left in this grassland by fate, and we can't find the way back!"

Whether it is Yue Qiyun who lives at this moment or Qiyun who travels through time and space, they all leave their family forever and can only survive alone in this strange environment.

He pressed his face tightly against Ulan's scarred fur, and did not dislike the fact that he had been ulcerated and pus. He stretched out his arms and hugged his neck tightly, and Yue Qiyun dared to reveal his helplessness only in front of him.

"Don't cry." Ulan gently licked her hair, her two lonely hearts were so close at this time.

"Ugly!" A young boy's cry broke the tranquility for the moment, and then a small stone was cut off from Ulan's head.

"Monster, hit it!" A few more stones came, and Ulan hurriedly stood up and blocked the attack of all the stones with his body.

Yue Qiyun also stood up and looked at the half-grown children not far away. They were wearing simple cotton robes, and there were patches on their shoulders and arms. It can be seen that these were all children of ordinary herdsmen.

"What a bunch of dogs that even dogs hate!" Ulan shook her hair vigorously, and lay back on the grass indifferently, taking a nap.

"Haha, this ugly monster is a fool!" The youngest boy sucked two shiny snots, held a small wooden stick and ran over, whipping hard on Ulan's body.

"Hey, why are you kid hitting it?" Yue Qiyun got angry and snatched the thin wooden stick. The little boy was frightened by her reprimand, turned around and ran back.

"Hey, what a big deal, he's still a child." Ulan didn't even bother to open her eyes and said snoringly.
Chapter completed!