The woman saw that he didn’t answer with a sneer. "My name is Luo Feihong. We met in Anlu once, but I ran away from Shi Jinliang, but you couldn’t catch me. Otherwise, my head would be cut off. Let’s say that the cold frost is my school sister. Should you know who I am this time? How have you ever tasted my sister’s taste? "
Mo Rigen Yu Han dialect belongs to the level of semi-understanding Luo Feihong. These Chinese dialects are even more incomprehensible with a Jiangnan accent. When I saw her talking and laughing with this small white face, I felt that my heart was inexplicably raised and suddenly pointed to Guo Jiujie.
"Noble and loyal guard, your eternal servant Mo Rigen tore and killed these cunning things night after afternoon, and now I want to beg you for these two women’s hope to be great and nod."
Guo Jiujie’s face changed. She understood Mongolian very quickly and translated this passage into Chinese. She told Yang Chengzu that she used to be a very proud young lady, but now she is facing risks and her family forces are unconscious, so she regards Yang Chengzu as the only reliance.
It’s not that this man can really do anything, but just like a drowning man, he won’t give up this illusory hope until the straw is submerged by himself.
LuoFeiGong didn’t answer Mo Rigen but ponder at Guo Jiujie and looked at Yang Chengzu "oh? She knows Mongolian? I went to the grassland to learn this Mongolian dialect, but I didn’t suffer less. You are a ladies’ man. You can meet beautiful people everywhere. This man is the captain of our guard. He controls the guard with the strongest fighting capacity in the whole tribe. What should I do if he asks me to refuse? Oh, by the way, I want to say one thing. Han Chinese women have not lived for a month in his hands. Shall we make a bet that this woman around you can live in his hands for a few days? "
Did Yang Chengzu’s gloomy White Lotus Mongols merge? The woman around Shi Jinliang has become a Mongolian, but this time, the Mongols have gone deep into the Chinese territory like people. How big is the white lotus religion? More importantly, can they escape? I’m afraid it’s not a good day to fall into the hands of old enemies
"Locke girl or call you Locke? This woman is the noble daughter of Wuding Houfu. If you touch her, Wuding Houfu will definitely not let you go. You may not be able to eat the whole Mongolia, but there is no problem in destroying your tribe. If you touch her finger, I guarantee that your tribe will be removed from the grassland. Every one of you will die! "
Luofeihong suddenly got up and burst out laughing. The ups and downs of Nufeng on his chest firmly attracted Mo Rigen’s eyes like a magnet. "Ha ha endless? How do they know who played with his daughter and which tribe made him a cheap son-in-law? I’m still a white lotus girl. Don’t I still have to sleep for tribal leaders? Why can’t she be slept by my warrior? "
As she spoke, she went to Guo Jiujie’s body, and her money finger reminded Guo Jiujie Ba to look at it carefully. "Is it not bad? I’m telling you, this Mo Rigen looks like a bear and stinks like a pig, but the bed is very strong. He will dry you to the sky before you die. Hahahaha!"
After a burst of laughter, the jade hand nudged Guo Jiujie and fell to the ground. The female soldier tried hard to hit Mo Rigen but was tripped by Luo Feihong’s foot and tripped the female soldier heavily.
"Yang Chengzu this woman seems to be still a young? Do you want to save her? If not, I’ll let Mo Rigen play with her, and then I’ll play with you. I’ll let you go and let you relax. If you want to save her, then do it according to Mongolian rules! "
She pointed to Mo Rigen. "According to the grassland rules, two men look at the same woman, so they can fight. You are not from our tribe. It’s not suitable for a fair duel. Then you and Mo Rigen can live and win. That’s the Wuding Hou family woman and man. Do you want her to live and die with Mo Rigen or are you willing to play with me? Choose one for yourself."
Chapter six hundred and twenty Life and death ()
"What man? I ….. I didn’t promise to marry him, you witch. Let me go quickly, otherwise … otherwise I won’t let you go. "Guo Jiujie protested when she heard this arrangement.
Luofeihong a captivating smile fingers smooth has Yang Chengzu solution of the rope "oh, you say so to sleep with Mo Rigen? Then I should listen to your arrangement. You are the bear freak. I won’t delay your good deeds, and you won’t delay my good deeds. Do you think this is great? "
Yang Chengzu’s bondage was released and his arm sank. "I chose this bear monster to fight, so I can live one. I bet on it, but I have to ask, where are my departments?"
Luo Feihong answered "Oh? You mean those who were caught together? They’re probably dead. They’re not women, they’re not noble people, and they’re not important to me. Is it necessary for me to keep them? I didn’t expect that my charm is not as good as this little girl, or that your official brains are different from normal people? "
What did she say to Mo Rigen? Mo Rigen seemed dissatisfied with this arrangement, pointing to Yang Chengzu and roaring.
"The Tatar said that you are a humble Han Chinese and not qualified for a duel with a noble Mongolian warrior. He also said that the witch lost her love for you, a small white face, and forgot what contribution he made. He said that it was too fast to hear the irony of the witch. He said that he didn’t have the guts to be a warrior … that this bastard was angry."
Mo Rigen roared like a storm tent, and his thick fingers pointed at Yang Chengzu and issued the most vicious curse. He pulled out his machete and came towards Yang Chengzu.
Guo Jiujie quickly said, "The Dalai Lama said that only your blood can wash away the shame of the noble Bartruwei. He also said that after he won, he wanted this enchantress to accompany him for three days and three nights. It’s shameless of these people. How can the guard chief and Kedun have an affair?"
She didn’t finish her words, but Mo Rigen had already rushed towards Yang Chengzu like a bison after a big drink.
There was no ceremony like everyone imagined. There were no scenes before the martial arts tournament. Almost no one reacted. This knife was cut directly. Yang Chengzu and Guo Jiujie were not alert to this kind of competition, and they were still waiting for some scenes. The golden light had already swept in.
Despite his busy schedule, Yang Chengzu held Guo Jiujie forward to hide this knife, and the female soldier was desperate to bump into it again, but Luo Feihong had already taken the lead and caught the female soldier’s leg strength like a snake, bringing people to the ground.
"This is a contest between Yang Chengzu and Mo Rigen. Others can’t take part in it. It’s a rule that you can’t be bad. Stay here and watch the contest."
Yang Chengzu pushed Guo Jiujie to the other side of the tent, and then another steel knife bowed its head and cut it against the scalp. "Since it is a contest, at least give me a weapon. Where is my knife?"
LuoFeiGong yan mouth smiles to say "oh? You’re right. It doesn’t seem fair for you to take a knife with your bare hands, but I’m sorry. You’re not from our tribe. You’re not qualified for our warriors’ fair fight. The official name of this game should be hunting. Our warriors hunt you until you die. The game will end and wake you up. You can’t leave my tent and ask you to leave it. Even if you lose, those soldiers will shoot you as a hedgehog. Come on, I’m waiting for you. "
Her last sentence is Mongolian, and at the same time, it is matched with a few extremely gentle and charming bodies. Because Mo Rigen was excited when he heard this sound, he even shouted that his machete turned into a light wheel, and Guo Jiujie screamed and woven into an optical network.
Fast as the wind, the shadow of a knife enveloped Yang Chengzu in the cold wind, and Yang Chengzu’s voice was intermittent and irregular. He seemed to be a high dancer dancing his own life with the tip of a knife. If he made a mistake, he would be beheaded.
A scream was made by the female soldier this time, followed by a muffled sound. Yang Chengzu stumbled and retreated, and the clothes on his chest had been cut out. The light of wearing a rhinoceros knife almost flew over his head, and then a heavy punch slammed him and fell on a business trip and almost rolled to the tent.
Luo Feihong burst out laughing. "I forgot that you have a treasure armor for protection, but I didn’t even kill it if it was cut to the neck!" Get up and keep fighting. Aren’t you good at it? At the beginning, in Anlu, such a good situation was completely ruined by you. Today, let me see if you still have that thing. By the way, I will let Mo Rigen save your life and let you stay … with you if you are willing to surrender! Me! Sleep! Sleep! Think clearly for yourself. This woman is not related to you, and she is not your woman. Is it necessary for her to pay for her life? "
Yang Chengzu struggled to get up "LuoFeiHong holy teach you is too annoying to send you to Mongolia? No one can touch Guo Jiujie before I die! " As soon as his voice fell, Mo Rigen threw it from one end of the tent to the other like a toy.
Guo Jiujie’s tears have flowed out of control. She is not a soft-hearted woman, but that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t know what gratitude is. Even if she repairs, she can see that this is an unequal fight. Even if it is better than punching Yang Chengzu, it is definitely not a matter of time for Mo Rigen’s opponent to die unarmed.
She screamed "surrender! We surrender! Stop fighting and let this Tatar sleep. I’m ready. Let him go! Let him go! "
Luo Feihong still looked at this long tournament like watching a play, and took off his hat and let his hair hang freely. "Surrender?" This can be said by him, don’t you think so? Since you like to be a hero, you must be him. "
Then she shouted in Mongolian, "Mo Rigen, don’t you want to sleep with me? Then kill him and ask you to cut off his head. My generation is your woman. Think about that. Don’t you want to? Hurry up and get rid of him. I know you are the best man. "
Mo Rigen laughed excitedly and left his hand thumped on his chest as if a crazy orangutan had rushed towards Yang Chengzu and been dumped several times in succession. Yang Chengzu looked that he had lost his resistance and wanted him to end the battle with a knife. But when he was only two steps away from Yang Chengzu, Yang Chengzu suddenly jumped up and grabbed the edge of the carpet and rushed to a pocket!
Chapter six hundred and twenty-nine Life and death ()
Just in the struggle, the thick carpet has been chopped into several pieces by a knife. Yang Chengzu has lost his resistance. At this moment, he suddenly challenged Mo Rigen. In a roar, Mo Rigen fell back a few steps like an iron tower. Yang Chengzu hit a successful man and swooped down like a shell. His fists, palms, elbows, legs and knees were like a flash. I don’t know how many fists have been bombarded. Even the first-class players in the Jianghu have a way to retreat.
The sudden change took the Mongolian warrior by surprise, and Mo Rigen’s brawn was not his forte. The machete in his hand was hit to the ground because he lost the opportunity to face the flash. Mo Rigen’s arms protected his head and was almost passive. Guo Jiujie didn’t counterattack. The female soldier’s face was lit up and Luo Feihong was in no hurry.
"Don’t be too happy. Mo Rigen is the first athlete of Nadam Mubi. What do you know about Nadam Mubi? Riding, archery and … wrestling! "
At this moment, the tent suddenly sounded a huge roar, as if some big beast had woken up from a deep sleep. Yang Chengzu’s body seemed to have been pushed by something, and he stumbled backwards for a dozen steps before he reluctantly decided that Mo Rigen had put his face-protecting arms. His height and arms were long and his face was covered with scars. The attack that looked very powerful just now did not cause him much actual harm.
He grinned and said, "Are you finished?"? Han people! This is how you fight. It’s almost the same as the so-called martial arts masters I met, and it’s no different from a woman giving me a back rub. Now it’s my turn! "
He slowly got up and squatted slightly without looking at the machete. In wrestling, he prepared to pounce on his left palm and gently rub his right fist. At the same time, his neck also moved around in a regular rhythm. As he moved, his joints exploded like someone lit a string of firecrackers.
Luo Feihong seems to be afraid that the two women are not white, making an introduction. "I have also practiced martial arts. When it comes to martial arts, I always like the mysterious. It seems to be a trick to cultivate immortality. It’s all a lie. To put it simply, the teacher has no real kung fu. After all, it’s nothing rare. This one can’t be bypassed. No matter how many tricks Yang Chengzu has, he will lose. Mo Rigen’s strength is much faster than him .. In fact, he also loses!"
The words sound just fell and Mo Rigen had saved himself like an angry eagle in a roar, and white fog rose. When he moved as fast as the wind and almost no one responded or evaded, he put Yang Chengzu in his arms. At the same time, Yang Chengzu hid himself in a lime bag and took a picture of Mo Rigen’s face.
No one will come out whether it’s a war or a tribal contest. If anyone makes this move on the prairie, he won’t go out. Unexpectedly, Mo Rigen was caught red-handed with this change, and his eyes felt great pain and burning sensation, which made him fly into a rage.
Yang Chengzu felt as if he were in the middle of two walls, and the two walls were still slow but could not be stopped from pushing toward the middle, no matter how hard he struggled, he could get rid of the shackles of the other side.
Because the two men are too close together, he can hardly change anything. He can chisel away the Cheng fist, the cannon hammer, the inch strength and the iron finger from each other with his fist. Almost all the techniques he can think of are put into practice. His fist is beating faster than before, like a drum roll, but his fist is not significant for this Mongolian man. This strangulation is still slow but firm. The other party is also determined not to let Yang Chengzu die happily, and he will be squeezed to death in this way.
Yang Chengzu hidden weapons has been taken away after being captured, and the last bag of lime is his only means. Mo Rigen’s bravery is beyond his expectation, and he can still hold on to his injured eyes.
His breathing has been difficult, and it seems that his eyes have been protruding outward, and his insides seem to be crowded together by great external force. His heart is violently rolling, and there are bursts of salty Luo Feihong in his throat, and he is crying with great anger. "Shame! Actually lime, you are looking for death! "
She used to sit with her knees short and watch. At this moment, Meng Short was ready to start work. Guo Jiujie shouted, "You never said not to make hidden weapons! Why can’t you lime a machete? Let Mo Rigen let go. You can always let that bastard let go first if you win or lose this game! "
"Let go? Now even if the king is old, he won’t let go, but this bastard dares to hurt my hand. I won’t let him go, General Mo Rigen. I’ll help you. "
She flew up and kicked two women who tried to stop her from rolling to both sides, and then people rose up and the skirt flew like a lotus flower, and the two of them fell together to entwine. Guo Jiujie screamed that Luo Feihong had appeared behind Mo Rigen, followed by a roar and bellow.
Yang Chengzu was oppressed by juli, and he couldn’t breathe to resist. Gradually, the force of struggle became smaller and smaller, but when he recognized that he had reached the limit, the huge pressure was inexplicable, and his consciousness was relaxed. The original method of shaking his opponent like a stone pillar suddenly fell back like Taishan.
It’s like djinn. The big fellow is bleeding seven times and his eyes are angry. It seems that he won’t believe that he will fall down because of lime when he dies. But this kind of injury is not fatal.
He wore a cowhide waistcoat and practiced hard work for many years. Yang Chengzu’s fists and feet didn’t do much harm to him. The Mongols came in and checked for a long time, but they didn’t find that Mo Rigen had a fatal wound. Finally, he suddenly cried on his knees and kowtowed to the dead body again and again, and then kowtowed to Luo Feihong again and again.
Yang Chengzu took it and chopped himself up, but he saw that no Mongolian took care of himself. Luo Feihong changed into a classical Mongolian robe and his face became more serious and sad
A lot of Mongolian men look at their clothes, and they all seem to be tribal leaders. They come in and look at the bodies and kowtow on their knees. Luo Feihong says what the Mongolian language seems to be. After half an hour’s busy work, some Mongolians kneel and kowtow to her, while others look big and want to defend themselves, but then they are knocked down and dragged out.
Until these things busy LuoFeiHong will belt a jilt that robe off to show her a similar fruit dress and then people towards the short a squint at Yang Chengzu "? Should I thank you for helping you so much or saving your life? "
Yang Chengzu spread his hand. "I’m sorry, I don’t know why you want to help me?"
"Because I want to talk to you, I think you must have a lot of questions to ask me. Don’t worry, we have time, but it seems that we should prepare some koumiss and some cheese and jerky. Maybe you don’t like it, but there’s nothing you can do."
Ruined the best warriors in the tribe, but Luo Fei’s red face seemed to have abandoned a burden, and her mood was particularly good. She ordered wine and cheese jerky and took Guo Jiujie and the female soldier out.
Looking at Yang Chengzu’s expression, Luo Feihong smiled. "Don’t worry. Before we talk about it, I promise that the two women will be safe. Unless you refuse my offer, neither you nor they will suffer."
Chapter six hundred and thirty Female Khan ()
Luo Feihong doesn’t seem to mind talking to Yang Chengzu in such an exposed way. Instead, he poses in a more attractive posture, and his eyes are full of fighting flavor. "? Do you want to try what’s the difference between me and my school sister? "
Although Yang Chengzu got rid of the danger of death, his arms were weak and his voice was salty, and he almost spit out a few mouthfuls of koumiss in his stuffy voice, but the taste of this wine was not flattering, and the roots of Jingshi wine could not be compared.
"I really want to try, but it doesn’t seem that it’s time for this body. Besides, Mo Rigen probably tried it, right? But even if he dies, he can’t imagine that he will die in your hands. "