Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

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The prairie warrior took Qi Yan to an empty tent in a corner. Although the tent was small, the contents were complete.

The warrior made a gesture of "eat" to Qi Yan, Qi Yan nodded, and the latter left without a word.

Taking this opportunity, Qi Yan quickly washed the net cloth and wiped off the blood stains on her body. She changed into clean clothes from the inside out, and untied the bandage on her forearm. Since there was not much rest these days, the wound did not heal well, but there was no serious inflammation. Qi Yan changed the medicine and wrapped a clean bandage, and lay down on the bed.

Her heart was messy. Where did the money go? Even if traveling on a day and night journey, it will take at least ten days to reach the capital. How can I stabilize the situation during this time?

Why are there babies crying in Giya's tent? The age and physical condition of Enangongrang, the child cannot be his, no wonder Giya will rush back to the prairie province to kiss ...

No wonder Anukin's attitude is so weird! No wonder I came here and none of the Wei people saw it. Maybe he was killed by Anukin or Giya?

What about Nangongwang? Will he commit such a felony with Anukin and simply reverse it?

Qi Yan was exhausted these five days. She was worried about her whereabouts. She chose to hurry at night. She could not sleep well in the wild during the day. She was lying in bed and smelling the familiar smell in the air. Her eyelids became heavier and darker ...

I don't know how long I slept. Qi Yan was awakened by a scent of meat. There was no one in the tent. On the low table was a roasted leg of lamb, a pot of horse milk and a dish of golden can roasted coriander.

Qi Yantan sat up, walked quickly to the table and sat down, spread the lamb on the grill with a small blade, sprinkled some leek sauce, and ate it with a big mouthful.

"Eh!" A bite of roasted meat stuck in his throat, and Qi Yan stared at the man who entered the tent with his eyes widened.

Qi Yan raised her fist and beat her chest, but her eyes stared at the person, without blinking.

The other side sat silently opposite Qi Yan, took the bowl and poured a full glass of horse milk to Qi Yan, and spoke the standard and fluent Prairie words with a vigorous and low voice: "Slow down."

Qi Yan took the wine bowl without hesitation, sipped it, and drank with red eyes.

The other side quietly took the knife on the table, pulled a roasted mat, spread the lamb slices on the sac and carefully sprinkled a spoonful of leek sauce.

The comer's body is very burly, more than two sizes larger than Qi Yan. Whether it is a meat-cutting knife or a spoon of leek sauce, it is slightly pocket-sized in his hands. Wrapped in half body-standard prairie dress.

There was no hair on the man's head, and the top of his head was covered with scaly scars, burns, stab wounds, and several depressions that caused arrow damage.

A scar started from the forehead on the left, cut off the left eyebrow stiffly, and crossed the left eye to stop on the left cheek.

Large and large tears overflowed Qi Yan's eyes, except for Nangong Jingnv and her own sister Xiaodie, this was the first time Qi Yan had cried in front of others.

The man sitting opposite Qi Yan pushed the roast lamb covered with mutton in front of Qi Yan, raised his hand and poured her a bowl of cider, and his thick arms were exposed to the air. There were also various scars on it. It's hard to imagine what a terrible past this body has experienced.