Chapter 362 Is one enough?

In fact, it is not necessary for Li Xian to say too directly. Mo Hui also knows what he means. After seeing Li Xian's cold and hard methods, how could he not guess what the young man who looked gentle but was as vicious as a snake as a ferocious as a tiger was thinking? Li Xian just told him, go and contact the people of other tribes to resist me. After Mo Hui heard this, he seemed to see a blood curtain blocking the heaven of immortality.

When you return to your big tent, Mo will sit on the felt blanket without saying a word.

His wife Chen Wanrong had already woken up. When she learned that the person who brought a large group of troops to the Khitan grassland would be Li Xian, she was extremely shocked. She knew that Li Xian had captured an entire county in the Central Plains and was already a true Green Forest, so she wrote three letters to Li Xian without telling Mo Hui, hoping to get Li Xian's response in the Central Plains. Unfortunately, she did not wait for Li Xian's reply.

If she knew the outcome of those three letters, she would be so angry that she would curse Li Xian for not being able to die a good death. Those three letters were forced by Li Xian to wipe his butt. Wang Qinian asked Li Xian why he had to use these papers to wipe his butt. Li Xian told him that this was a handwritten letter written by a beautiful woman, which was just right to wipe your butt. Wang Qinian knew it. He guessed in his heart that this beauty must be something that the general could not get. Then he felt resentful and used the letter she wrote to wipe his butt. But Wang Qinian couldn't figure out why he had to let me wipe it?

She sat next to Mohui, her face still looked ugly. Dalang Changhong's death gave her a huge blow. Although she did not show much enthusiasm for Dalang Changhong in the past, she had become accustomed to the existence of Dalang Changhong and the protection of the man who was by her side for twenty years. After Dalang Changhong died, she suddenly realized that Dalang Changhong was so important in her heart.

But she was a little late to realize, and the person who loved her had already embarked on the road of reincarnation.

When she looked at the corpse, she remembered that she was a little girl and was living carefree in the Nanchen Palace. He always followed her with a knife in her arms and never said a word. She asked him and answered seriously. He was not humorous and could not please women, but he never left. Chen Wanrong only now realized something. It turned out that when she was still having fun all day long, she had become accustomed to his existence.

In Nanchen, she was used to stepping on his shoulders to grab the kite hanging on the rockery. Although with his skills, he could pick it off with a leap, she liked to grab it by himself on his solid body. He always stood very steadily. She was used to sitting in his arms and riding a horse. Although she could already speed up by herself a long time ago, she felt that leaning on his arms was so warm and down-to-earth.

Nan Chen Guopo, she fled to the north. During the days without him, she lived a miserable and pitiful life all day long. Later, she went to the grassland and was forced to stay by Mohui. Although she was unwilling to not be appointed, she naively thought that Mohui might replace him and become her patron saint in the future.

She worked very hard to treat Mohui as him. Unfortunately, what Mohui wants is her to adapt to the grassland life, rather than changing herself to adapt to her.

Later, he followed her all the way and found her alone with a knife.

That night, Mo Hui was drunk, and she and he were indulging in the grassland, and their two hot bodies were entangled for a long time. Later, she had a daughter, but this daughter had the characteristics of a grassland man, so she didn't like this daughter, very much. She even had the idea to drown the child when Ou Siqingqing was still wrapped in a cradle, because the child's body was not his blood flowing.

Later, he became the number one warrior of the Khitan tribe. I don’t know how many women were in love with him, nor how many women expressed their admiration to him on moonlit nights, but he still stubbornly and coldly rejected those women. She knew that he had only met two women in his life, one was himself and the other was Mohui's wife. When he learned that she was married, he raped Mohui's wife crazy because he hated him. Then he created the illusion that Mohui's wife fell off a horse and died, and hid it from everyone, but couldn’t hide it from her.

She knew that he had never touched Ye Huaixue because he felt guilty towards Ye Huaixue.

So she is very proud and proud, and she is always very confident when facing Ye Huaixue.

But all this has become the past and the memories.

After she woke up, she knew who the murderer was. But the first thing she thought about was not revenge, but the boy named Li Xian, who suddenly had such a strong strength? Do you have the opportunity to seize this strength?

Bo Liang is so cold, I don’t know if Lang Changhong will sigh under the surfing.

She looked at Mo Hui, looked at her husband's frown, thought of the boy's order, and then remembered that her daughter would become the leader of the entire Khitan tribe. When that day really came, then her daughter's things would naturally be her own. The entire Khitan tribe, hundreds of thousands of people, became her power!

She then thought that since Li Xian was going to let Ou Siqingqing be the lord of the Khitan, Li Xian would not stay on the grassland for a long time. Since that is the case, what else would she worry about? My daughter would not ignore her mother's words, and her daughter had no right to ignore her. Isn't that the case? She asked in her heart, and then she gave herself a positive answer, it was like this, it was like this.

"If you plan to do that, you should be as soon as possible."

Mo Sida looked at Mohui's unstable face, hesitated for a moment and advised: "It won't take long to get out of the samurai warriors in our tribe by the Black Knight Knight, and it will be difficult for those hateful guys to be fooled again. Ai Jin, if you don't want to go, I can contact those people on behalf of our He Dahe tribe. The Black Knight Knight's method is too ruthless. If we don't do as we do, we're afraid that we will be really exterminated."

Mo Hui knew that Mo Sida was not saying anything alarmist. Li Xian led more than 100,000 tribes to come here for the first time and was about to establish his authority. He would never be ruthless. During the day, the thousands of cavalry of He Da and He tribe were a proof that when he had surrendered, Li Xian still ordered all the cavalry to be slaughtered.

"I'm not worried about this now."

Mo Hui sighed and said, "Although Black Knife Khan is coming in a fierce manner, he only has tens of thousands of wolf cavalry after all, but he plans to conquer the entire Khitan tribe. If the war drags on for a long time, when the Southern Expedition Army returns, he will see that he cannot win and take the tribe away, what about us?"

He said worriedly: "Our He Da and his troops will become enemies of all the Khitans!"

"Look ahead and look back!"

Chen Wanrong sneered and said, "You have surrendered to the Black Knife Khan. Is there any other way to go for our Heda and He tribe? Instead of having time to worry about the future, it is better to think more about what is happening in front of you! If it weren't for your hesitation, Lang Changhong would not die, and those thousands of tribal warriors would not die. At this time, don't you understand?"

"Shut up!"

Mo Hui turned his head suddenly and scolded him angrily.

For the first time in so many years, he glared at Chen Wanrong.

Chen Wanrong was startled by his appearance, subconsciously shrank back and looked back, but she didn't see Da Lang Changhong standing behind her. Then she suddenly realized that he would not appear beside her at any time in the future. But this feeling of sadness was quickly suppressed by her. She raised her chest and looked straight at Mo Hui's eyes without retreating and asked, "Are I wrong? Ajin, it is precisely because of your hesitation that the tribe will face disaster. If you were more decisive at the beginning, would you have such a huge loss?"

She sneered: "Everyone in the tribe is waiting for your decision. Whether it is surrender or fight, they will obey your orders. Even if you choose to die rather than surrender, thousands of herders from He Dahe tribe will follow you to die! But you are still hesitant until now. Are you waiting for the Black Khan to order the heads of thousands of people tomorrow morning before you can tear up in a hypocritical way, and then pretend to be embarrassed to contact other tribes?"

Bang!

Mo Hui slapped Chen Wanrong's mouth hard, and the force was heavy. The attack was extremely abrupt and extremely cruel. Chen Wanrong fell to one side by the beaten body, and bright red blood immediately overflowed from the corner of her mouth. A red handprint was clearly visible on her fair face.

Chen Wanrong slowly sat upright, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth without showing fear. She smiled, and then said in the most contemptuous tone: "Ajin, can you only use force against your wife?"

She slowly stood up and said as she walked out, "If you use the courage to beat your wife to fight with the Black Khan, then your wife will die with you."

Mo Hui was shocked and looked at Chen Wanrong's back with apology.

Chen Wanrong walked into the tent that had been vacant in Mohui. It was the tent belonging to Ou Siqingqing. Although her daughter had been away for several years, the tent had not been removed. The tent was still clean and there were many brand new daily necessities. The most rare thing is that there was a large bronze mirror in this tent, and next to the bronze mirror was a lot of rouge and water powder bought from Zhongyuan merchants, as well as various beautiful jewelry.

Chen Wanrong sat down in front of the bronze mirror and looked at herself in the mirror.

She raised her hand and gently stroked her cheeks that were still sore. Her fingers touched her swollen face. The pain a little a little bit worsened. There was still a trace of unwiped blood on the corners of her mouth, which made her face look a little deformed, but she still looked beautiful.

She put down her hair, then picked up the comb and combed her black hair carefully. She combed her hairstyle into the appearance of a woman in the Central Plains, then inserted a golden hairpin on her head. She covered her red and swollen handprints with rouge, and then wiped off the blood on the corner of her mouth. Her movements were gentle and soothing, and she dressed very seriously.

Then she slowly took off her clothes, looked at the still perfect body in the bronze mirror, and her hands slowly wandered on her body and stroked her. She raised her jaw and stared at the buds on the two proud chests in the bronze mirror gradually raised, and then she let out a thunderous moan.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her breasts were still firm and her waist was still slender. Although she had lived in Saibei for more than 20 years, her skin was still as tender and smooth as she was in the water town of Jiangnan.

She smiled confidently, and then meticulously changed into a new set of clothes. This was a long skirt for women from Central Plains, which Mohui bought and prepared for her daughter. The water-green skirt was tightly slimly, which made Chen Wanrong look much younger and more charming.

She nodded with satisfaction and walked out of the tent.

She knew that some things were better to be in her hands than to rely on men, so she decided not to persuade Mohui, but to seize the opportunity by herself.

Perhaps she hadn't worn the clothes of a woman in the Central Plains for a long time, and she felt a little awkward.

She walked along the way, thinking about what she should do. When she was stopped by the wolf riding on night, she raised her head and said seriously: "I am the wife of the Mohui Society. I'll ask for the great Black Khan."

The soldiers looked at this beautiful woman, and then thought of something very dirty at the same time. So they screamed and cheered, and even praised the generosity of Mohui. Someone went in and reported it, and came back soon and told Chen Wanrong that the Black Knife Khan was waiting for her in the big tent.

Chen Wanrong murmured before entering the tent.

Sorry, my daughter.

Then she raised her jaw and walked into the big tent. After she entered, the wolf riders outside had already started to discuss what a rough way the great Khan would use to conquer the water-like woman. And while they were spitting and not daring to discuss loudly, they were surprised to see what method Khan used to conquer the woman.

Chen Wanrong, who had just entered, flew out. With a crisp sound, she flew out horizontally. Her face on the other side also became swollen and redder, with more blood on the corners of her mouth, and even one of her teeth fell off.

Li Xian walked out slowly, looked at Chen Wanrong who was lying on the ground and said with a gentle smile: "Do you know why I let you in?"

"Because it's that simple to slap you in a mouth."

After saying that, Li Xian smiled, turned his head slightly and asked, "Is one enough?"

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