Chapter 6, Displaying Power

Yujing's face gradually turned ashen: "This woman has been lying all along, it is truly detestable. I tell you, do not provoke her again. You should understand how much weight you carry yourself!"

Zhen'er noticed her sudden silence, her brows slightly furrowed, and a hint of light sorrow appeared on her face, which inevitably caused her some concern. Thus, she called out, "Miss! Miss! Miss!"

The maid standing nearby, witnessing the distressing sight of Niko being bullied and suffering, was extremely anxious yet helpless. Meanwhile, Zhen, who had her eyes tightly shut in preparation for a beating, heard Niko cry out in pain. Hesitantly, she opened her eyes and was surprised to find her own cheek unscathed. Then, seeing Niko in a strange position of being subdued, she relaxed. Gratefully looking at Yang, she thought to herself: She is so impressive!

The sky trembles, half of it collapsing, revealing numerous black holes, eerie and terrifying; the earth shakes, enormous cracks splitting open, gushing forth torrents of floodwater; in the deep mountains and old forests, fierce flames rage wildly, consuming everything; various ferocious beasts and evil birds roam about, devouring both humans and corpses; a giant monstrous python coils around towering trees, its gaping maw wide open, roaring towards the sky, echoing through the clouds

Lifting the felt curtain, Ni rushed in boldly. With her delicate oval face and almond-shaped eyes wide open, she swept across the room with an expression of supreme confidence, looking down with an air of arrogance, as if she were a queen high above, and everyone else were mere subjects bowing at her feet

He does not know what to do, whether to plunge in without hesitation or to stay away from dangerous people

Yu Jiang fixed his gaze upon her: a crimson embroidered skirt wrapped around her slender waist, her almond-shaped eyes and dark brows layered with charm, her red lips and white teeth revealing an alluring grace... Ni Ke could be considered a beautiful and flirtatious woman, but—she could not compare to someone else. This was the first time he had looked at Ni Ke directly, and it was also because of that someone! Or perhaps, he had never truly regarded women before!

Then let me ask you another question, "She raised her eyebrows and looked at Zhen'er, the corners of her soft lips curling into a faint smile, 'Your father and mother love you very much, and you love them too, so, would you kill them?'"

Two figures emerged from several felt tents, a woman dressed in a water-green silk skirt, moving gracefully like a willow swaying in the breeze, was the dancer Niko; the other was her maid. He was taken aback, immediately retreating to hide behind the felt tent. He pondered the purpose of Niko's visit, and gradually, his gaze became piercing, a chilling coldness curling at the corners of his mouth like a wolf's fangs

What belongs to you is yours, and it cannot be escaped; what is not yours will never be yours

To her astonishment: Yujiang is actually a descendant of the Luandi clan! The Luandi tribe was the ruling class after the unification of the Xiongnu, and since Touman, the Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu has always been a descendant of the Luandi clan. Therefore, it is very likely that he is an ancestor of Touman? What kind of role will he play in the course of history?

What Yujiang wanted was precisely this effect. As expected, the knights, filled with high morale, did not disappoint. In a single battle, the outcome was determined, and they trampled over Gas!

A large dragon, entirely black, slithered through the mountains and forests, its belly swollen from having consumed many beasts that harm humans. At that moment, it saw a waterfall-like cascade of black hair in the distance, trailing on the ground, and a stunning figure engaged in a fierce battle with the giant python. Filled with excitement, it quickly darted towards her

This sleeping tent is too rudimentary, lacking everything; it is even worse than my own tent! Ni Ke felt slightly relieved, as it seemed that the chief did not treat her differently, and she still had a great opportunity. She snorted coldly, her apricot-shaped eyes glaring sideways, "Hey, what is your name?"

He wanted to see her immediately! Stepping out of the tent and arriving at her sleeping quarters, he hesitated and stood still!

It has been several days since she last thought of A Cheng, and she does not know why this is the case. A Cheng is her first love. Although she has been a campus beauty since middle school, no boy has ever pursued her, and she has never considered dating. Especially during her four years in university, where countless couples were seen together on campus, she remained unnoticed, which is quite strange. However, she was content and carefree, saving herself from the troubles of rejection. Because she promised her grandfather that she would not date until after graduating from university

Her features twisted together, and her delicate face instantly transformed into a wrinkled garment; suddenly, she charged forward with great determination, pointing at Zhen'er’s nose, her face flashing with ferocity, and harshly said, "Is it you who said this?"

In the following events, Yang Wawa was greatly shocked. To put it simply, Yujiang is the youngest son of the Luandia tribe chief, with an elder brother named Lituo, who is eight years his senior. At the age of 12, the chief fell gravely ill, and young Yujiang poisoned and killed his father. The tribesmen of the Luandia tribe sought to execute him to appease the spirit of the chief in the afterlife. His brother Lituo secretly released him, urging him to flee as far away as possible. At the age of 12, young Yujiang wandered to the Hanmo tribe, where Wumin found him quite pitiful and decided to adopt him.

She chuckled and nodded her head

I think that soaking in water would be cooler, however—" Zhen Er tilted her head, deep in thought

A muscle in his cheek twitched once, then relaxed. He snorted coldly, turned around proudly, held his head high, lifted the curtain, and stepped out of the tent.

The delicate features and graceful figure flashed through his mind, followed closely by her every smile and frown, her every word and action, swirling and rolling in his thoughts, refusing to dissipate... Ever since she had breached the contract and fled, he could not help but think of her every midnight; since returning triumphantly from the Gas tribe, he was constantly thinking of her, her icy anger, her clever wit, her alluring figure

For eight years, Yujing has managed the tribe in an orderly manner, expanding the number of knights from 2,000 to 5,000, forming an elite cavalry; cattle and sheep are abundant, and the horses are well-fed, with every household enjoying a life of plenty, peace, and prosperity, while the tribespeople thrive and the population has significantly increased

Upon their reunion, he was ecstatic and agitated. He would absolutely not let her go, nor would he allow her the opportunity to escape on her own. He vowed to make her submit to him, to no longer defy his will, and to become his slave, wholly and completely belonging to him

His care and desire, her daze and surprise... The sharp confrontation and eye contact between the two fell entirely into Zhen'er’s view. She found it somewhat amusing, wondering what the two were doing, foolishly, one exuding warmth and the other emitting coldness

Ah—ah—ouch, be gentle..." Niko bent down in pain, groaning painfully, her whole body covered in sweat

Standing outside the tent, Yu Jiang heard everything clearly, especially the solemn words of Yang Wawa

After less than two days of interaction, Yang Wawa found Zhen'er to be simple, lovely, and charming, without any ulterior motives. Zhen'er was a companion who could engage in conversation and alleviate boredom. As a result, Yang Wawa did not regard her as a servant, did not require her to attend to her, maintained a friendly demeanor, and even invited her to share meals. Consequently, Zhen'er served her willingly and attentively, with an added sense of gratitude and admiration.

Niko finally understood that it was for this matter. After calming herself slightly, she said tactfully, "Niko finds Yang Shenxue's dance quite unique, so she went to her tent in the afternoon to seek her guidance. Does the chief not allow Niko to meet with her? If so, Niko will not seek her out anymore!"

Zhen'er felt a surge of panic and timidly looked towards the chief. No one in the tribe dared to speak to the chief in such a manner; every member of the tribe held the chief in the highest regard, even revering him. It can be said that he was a deity in the hearts of the members of the Hanmo tribe, a wise and valiant chief bestowed upon them by heaven and their ancestors, known for his bravery and martial prowess

Zhen'er was taken aback, fluttering her eyelashes, and hurriedly said, "Miss, you must not speak carelessly. Everyone in our tribe admires and respects the chief greatly"

She finds it unbelievable: a 12-year-old child killed his own father. Why? What deep-seated hatred could there be? What grievances or motives could exist?

She wore only a transparent, loose-fitting dress, her delicate figure partially visible, enticing endless imagination; the thin straps outlined her collarbone and fragrant shoulders, her high and prominent breasts resembling tender peaches; the hem of the dress just covered her hips, revealing her fair thighs, smooth and flawless.

For a period of time, Yang Wawa studied the Xiongnu people and became somewhat knowledgeable about various aspects of them; however, what special abilities does Yu Jiang, the chief of a small tribe, possess that command such reverence from the entire tribe

This is the hottest season on the grassland. The blazing sun hangs high in the sky, and the scorching sunlight envelops the entire grassland, making it stifling and unbearably hot. Just after noon is the hottest time of the day, and the heat inside the tent is intense, making it particularly difficult to endure

That evening, he summoned Nico to the tent. Nico was overjoyed, bathing in fragrant scents and dressing up, and after a flurry of activity, she finally arrived fashionably late, walking gracefully like a delicate willow towards the man she admired in her heart

Zhen'er stood beside, puzzled, and asked, "Dehydration? What is that?"

She looked at Zhen'er with a smile, "You don't know, does your chieftain know? Why would he want to harm his beloved father?"

Let me fan the young lady! Zhen'er took the fan and gently fanned her to cool her down. Every summer is like this, hot and stuffy; I have gotten used to it. This must be the young lady's first time on the grassland, right? Is she not quite accustomed to it?

At the age of 14, he killed his first wild wolf; at 18, eight prairie warriors ambushed him, and he defeated them with his bare hands; in the year he turned 21, due to a lush pasture, the Huyan tribe and the Hanmo tribe engaged in multiple conflicts, and in one battle, the old chief was killed, leading to the submission of the Hanmo tribe to the Huyan tribe

From Zhen'er’s narration, she learned some matters regarding Yujiang. As the saying goes, knowing oneself and knowing one’s enemy ensures that one will not be defeated in a hundred battles, which is also beneficial for her escape plan

She sat on a low stool, holding a fan woven from animal fur and feathers, fanning herself vigorously, and lamented, "This is the dress I wear when I sleep; this tent is too stuffy, if it continues like this, I will surely die of dehydration"

As for this, I do not know. I believe that parents will always love their children! Zhen'er firmly believes in this, even though her father sent her to the chief's tent to serve the chief, her childhood was filled with the love of her parents and the laughter and playful scolding of her siblings

Once again, Yujiang has become the great hero of the Hanmo tribe, a legend on the vast grasslands

She is already cool enough in the hot pants and strapless top she wore last night, but this damned dome feels like a furnace, stiflingly hot, with waves of heat crashing over her, making her cheeks burn and her whole body seem to be on fire

The pain in his heart tore at his consciousness. Startled, he suddenly jumped up from the soft couch, cold sweat running down his back, and the pain from the dream felt as if it were tearing his body apart, penetrating to the very marrow. Yu Jiang did not understand why he empathized with the pain in the dream, as if he were that black dragon, and the pain originated from that stunning figure.

"Miss, are you suffering from heatstroke?" Zhen'er asked with concern, a hint of worry spreading across her face. Just a moment ago, hearing her say that she would definitely suffer from heatstroke, and seeing her dazed expression, I truly thought she was unwell

"You should drink some water too, come, sit down and talk with me." Yang Wawa was quite puzzled; Zhen'er was actually still wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a skirt that reached her calves, it was stifling. She looked Zhen'er up and down, as if Zhen'er were an out-of-place creature, "Zhen'er, don't you feel hot? Or are you not afraid of the heat?"

Yang Wawa was most intolerant of others hesitating to speak, urging Zhen'er to hurry up and say something. Zhen'er smiled and said, "At this moment, there is no water available, and someone still needs to be sent to Longhu to fetch some water!"

He could not explain this strange dream, the exquisite figure within it, and the empathetic pain he felt. He sat back on the soft couch, entangled in a serious question: Is Yang Shenxue truly a person from his dream? Would she, as in the dream, harm herself and be detrimental to herself? Who exactly is she? A person from Yan or from Zhao?

Thus, he walked out of the tent, intending to stroll around, but unknowingly found himself at her sleeping quarters. Coincidentally, he overheard the conversation of two women inside the tent, discussing the very matter of him poisoning and killing his father.

In secret, Yujiang mobilized the valiant men of the Hanmo tribe who were ready to take the field and fight, organizing a cavalry with an iron will. In the following year, he led two thousand cavalrymen into a decisive battle against the Huyan clan. With unique tactics and an unwavering determination, the valiant knights achieved victory, causing the Huyan clan to underestimate them and suffer a crushing defeat. Ultimately, the Hanmo tribe freed itself from the enslavement and rule of the Huyan clan

Zhen'er froze in the act of fanning herself, her innocent eyes wide open, and confidently said, "How could that be? Why would I want to kill my father and mother?"

That is also possible. If his father does not like him and prefers his brother, it is conceivable that he might poison and kill his biological father out of jealousy or some other reason. After all, the human heart is difficult to fathom. However, she does not want to say these words to Zhen'er, as Zhen'er's thoughts are very innocent, and it is better not to taint her.

The jaw was tightly clenched, a cold mist suddenly rising on the face, and thick frost was凝结 at the corners of the eyes

Zhen'er tilted her head and thought seriously, "It should be!"

In the spacious yurt, the furnishings are quite simple: a basic wooden felt bed, a rugged dressing table, a low wooden table, and two low stools...! ... It is indeed quite rudimentary and also very open! Initially, Yang Wawa thought that the yurts of the pastoralists on the grasslands must be small and oppressive, but upon seeing it with her own eyes, she found it to be very spacious, with a high ceiling, and she felt no sense of oppression whatsoever

Niko nodded vigorously. Although it didn't hurt much anymore, maintaining this position was indeed a bit uncomfortable

Let me give you two lessons, and you should listen carefully! First, do not hit people casually in front of me, and it is best not to hit people casually at all, because you do not have that right. Second, if you want to chat with me, I welcome it very much, but you had better not come uninvited, nor should you be completely lacking in manners, barging in without the host's permission

She patiently explained, "Oh, it's just that when the weather is too hot and you sweat too much, the moisture in your body will be lost excessively, leading to dehydration. Therefore, you should drink more water; otherwise, you might suffer from heatstroke"

Last night, in her tent, he almost took her. At a critical moment, her performance truly shocked him, yet it also strengthened his resolve to conquer her

Zhen Er looked around with a face full of panic and anxiety, appearing quite pitiful in her state of confusion. "Miss, this is the hottest time of the year; as long as you endure it, everything will be fine"

Zhen'er's face radiated with excitement, her clear eyes filled with innocence and admiration, as she cheerfully asked, "Shall I talk about our chieftain? Is the young lady interested in listening?"

Her awareness of time and space had just returned, and she was about to speak when, unexpectedly, she caught sight of a figure pushing aside the curtain and stepping into view. A powerful silhouette instantly loomed over her, exuding an overwhelming presence

"Ha, by the way, I want to change my clothes," she exclaimed joyfully, pulling out a silk nightgown from her blue bag. With nimble hands and feet, she quickly changed and winked at Zhen, saying with excitement, "Ha, now it feels even cooler!"

"Women can easily age when they are angry!" Yang Wawa teased leisurely

After a long while, he finally calmed down

Nicol stood there, her beautiful face pale and desolate, in a daze, unable to comprehend whether the chief was helping her or Yang Shenxue

It seemed as if a sound was heard from behind, and the stunning figure did not turn back. Without a word, it swiftly unleashed a dazzling light as bright as day, sharply directed at the black dragon. The beam struck the black dragon's heart, mercilessly.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gradually regained his composure, sinking into a state of confusion and uncertainty

A kind of pain, tearing apart, filling the entire body

Nico cautiously glanced at him, noticing that he was staring at her without blinking, his brows tightly furrowed and his gaze cold. Feeling anxious in her heart, she spoke in a delicate voice, "Chieftain—"

She paced back and forth anxiously, muttering impatiently, "Why is it so hot! I can't stand it!"

She raised her arm, sweeping her long hair from the back of her neck to cool her shoulders and back a bit, "It is really uncomfortable; I think I will definitely suffer from heatstroke. Ah, how nice it would be to go home!" She missed home, the home of the 21st century, to be precise, she longed for that comfortable home with air conditioning, ice cream, a swimming pool, and so on. At the same time, she remembered her missing sister, her deceased grandfather, and Ah Cheng, who kissed A Mei.

He slightly curled the corners of his lips, and his chilling gaze fixed upon her face, "Where did you go this afternoon?"

The look of approval on his face suddenly vanished coldly: and you, from now until you grow old and die, belong to me, and there is no escaping!

You have no sense of courtesy at all! Let's get angry with her first and then talk. Yang Wawa lightly parted her fragrant lips, her voice soft, yet her tone was undeniably assertive, tinged with a hint of disdain, "You are called Ni Ke!"

She let out a cold laugh, curled her lips, and casually asked, "Why do you all worship him?"

Then forget it! In this scorching heat, asking someone to fetch water is something she cannot do. It seems that the fundamental solution is still to leave the grasslands, to leave that devil-like man, to leave this time and space, and return to the 21st century, where there is air conditioning and refrigerators

Continuing, she played with the ends of a strand of hair, her thick black eyelashes curling and fluttering. "Zhen'er, I have a question for you. Just answer if you know; if you don't, then forget it!" Upon hearing Zhen'er respond, her eyes sparkled even more brightly. "Does the chief of the Luandai tribe love children? Does he prefer older brothers or younger brothers?"

Zhen'er was left speechless, her tongue tied, "Miss—Miss, what kind of clothing is this? I can see it—clearly!"

Yang Wawa suddenly awoke, her eyes dazed and devoid of any spirit, yet her face was flushed a deep red, resembling a perfectly roasted lobster. "What did you say?"

Seeing her suddenly raise her head, her almond-shaped eyes wide with shock, glistening with tears and looking pitiful, he did not give her a chance to speak. He intensified his tone and said coldly, "I warn you, you had better not provoke her! You think you are a cat that can bite, but let me tell you, she is a man-eating tigress! If you do not want to be devoured by her, then go ahead and provoke her!"

Yang Wawa stared at him blankly for a full minute—beyond surprise at his sudden appearance, there was a deep sense of confusion.

Her voice was delicate and sweet, and her feeble, spoiled demeanor sent chills down one's spine. Yang Wawa felt goosebumps falling all over her body; a woman who appeared weak yet was arrogant due to her pampering truly needed to be taught a lesson!

Indeed, a look of impatience appeared on Niko's delicate cheeks, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes twisted together, and her brows nearly stood upright as she said in a coarse manner, "How do you know my name?"

Should I stay away from her? ... However, how difficult it is to keep her again ...

It seems that this rascal is quite capable: skilled in commanding troops and adept in governance. However, I wonder if such a talented individual would be content as the chief of a small tribe. But what does it matter to her? Yang Wawa calculated with her fingers and smiled lightly, "So, your chief is already 30 years old?"

Ni Ke advanced step by step, her delicate fingers transforming into a venomous palm, striking fiercely at Zhen Er's tender cheek—Yang Wa Wa had been closely observing her movements, swiftly intervening, accurately grasping her wrist, and with a sudden force, twisting it behind her back

30 years old, not young anymore! Oh, by the way, what about his family? What about his parents? Does he have any siblings? He surely didn't just jump out of a rock like the Monkey King!

In the tent, the air circulation was restored, and Zhen'er pounded her chest, gasping for breath. The chief's stern expression nearly caused her to lose control, almost leading to an embarrassing accident. Yang Wawa let out a heavy sigh; with the oppressive figure gone, her psychological pressure vanished without a trace. In truth, she did not understand why she reacted so strongly—was it due to the wildness of him, akin to a beast, or the fear of his fury, resembling that of a demon? She felt it was not fear of him, but rather a constant sensation of an invisible force pressing down on her.

The blazing desire captured in his eyes made Yang Wawa feel uneasy, and she immediately jumped behind Zhen'er to hide. She awkwardly stiffened her face, raised her eyebrows, and exclaimed, "Get out, roll out!"

Standing outside the tent, the imposing figure was overwhelmed with emotion, his robust body shaking violently like a tree battered by a fierce storm, unable to suppress the profound shock within and the deep entanglement of his soul. Her few simple words were like pearls of wisdom; the reasonable reverse analysis was eloquent and powerful, instantly dismantling the conspiracy that had entangled him for eighteen years and destroying the nightmares that haunted him every midnight

The heat gradually subsided, and the fierce heat wave was no longer so oppressive or so scorching to the skin. Zhen'er leisurely waved a feather fan, sending gentle breezes towards the person lost in thought. Yang Wawa rested her left hand on her chin, her eyes slightly closed, while her right hand was placed on her forehead, three fingers gently tapping her temple in a rhythmic manner reminiscent of playing the piano

Zhen'er trembled in shock, her face pale, involuntarily shrinking her body, lowering her head in guilt, retreating while weakly nodding her head...

How can I endure this? I just can't get through today!" With a sorrowful face, she was extremely frustrated. If she hadn't gone to save Xia Xin at that time, perhaps she wouldn't have to suffer this torment on the grassland. But it's too late to say anything now! At present, she doesn't even know where Xia Xin is, nor where the four guards of Kuo Tian are, whether they are still alive, and how that bastard is dealing with them.

He immediately turned around and ran day and night back to the tribe

With a sudden realization, I rushed to her front and excitedly said, "Oh, how could I not have thought of this? So, the chief did not poison and kill his father?"

The next day, after lunch, a wave of drowsiness swept over him. He lay on the felt bed, pretending to nap—he never slept during the day, but he was indeed tired. After resting his eyes for a while, he felt invigorated again. Without any warning, that strange dream returned, still featuring that shadowy figure, but this time it was excruciatingly painful! It seemed to be telling him not to keep her by his side, to stay away from her, otherwise, disaster would befall him

The morning after the diarrhea, when he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky, and he had a vague feeling that something was amiss. Sure enough, she and her four subordinates had vanished without a trace. She had violated the agreement between them and had fled to an unknown destination, which infuriated him, prompting him to pursue her immediately. Not long after he set off, he encountered three knights sent by Jonah. The knights said that the Gas tribe had once again raided their tribe, plundering many cattle, sheep, horses, women, and children, and requested that the chieftain return at once. She had violated the agreement between them and had fled to an unknown destination, which infuriated him, prompting him to pursue her immediately. Not long after he set off, he encountered three knights sent by Jonah. The knights said that the Gas tribe had once again raided their tribe, plundering many cattle, sheep, horses, women, and children, and requested that the chieftain return at once

Niko laughed: It is quite amusing, and also very fleeting, for a man to wish to conquer a woman

The Xiongnu people worshipped natural deities, offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, the sun and moon, stars, and ancestors, with particular emphasis on the celestial deities, whom they regarded as the supreme rulers of all gods, believing that the gains and losses in the human world depended entirely on heaven. Historical records indicate that the first unifier of the Xiongnu, Touman, and the chieftain Modu, who led the Xiongnu to the peak of their power, were both revered and worshipped by the Xiongnu as incarnations of celestial deities bestowed by heaven

The atmosphere in the sleeping tent was exceedingly eerie, as if the air had solidified, heavy enough to make it difficult to breathe. The heat wave seemed to have slightly receded, replaced by the chaotic splatter of ice flowers after four beams of frozen light collided violently.

Yang Wawa raised her cup and quickly gulped down the water, but unfortunately, the cool water did not extinguish her anger. She exclaimed, "I haven't even scolded him yet. He barges in without even announcing himself. He frightens even the healthy ones into illness. He has no sense of courtesy at all!"

Suddenly realizing someone had intruded, Yang Wawa stood up abruptly, alertly staring at the newcomer. Upon seeing Niko, although she did not know her exact intentions, she could roughly guess the meaning: provocation, a show of power.

Zhen'er lowered her head, twisting the hem of her clothes, as if she were pondering something. After a while, she raised her head, exhaled a breath, and her hesitant gaze became resolute, "Alright, I will tell you, I also heard it from my father!"

I remember! Niko furrowed her brows and responded softly, yet her bright eyes cast a glare of resentment towards the ground

The tribesmen and warriors were filled with joy and enthusiasm, and they unanimously elected him as the chieftain. Thus, Yujing became the new chieftain of the Hanmo tribe, and everyone in the tribe was deeply grateful to him, regarding him as a deity descended from the heavens, the reincarnation of the Sun God (the guardian deity of the Xiongnu people)

Yu Jiang stood majestically before the two, while Jun Hao's face revealed a mix of panic and concern, his ink-black eyes filled with heartache; his keen gaze swept over her from head to toe, and only upon confirming that she was safe did he realize he had been overly impulsive. In the next moment, a loud bang echoed in his mind, and all thoughts were instantly obliterated; this volcano began to erupt with searing flames, as if it were about to consume the woman he had been longing for day and night.

He let out a heavy cold snort, his gaze piercing, forcing her to not dare to look up. "From today onwards, I do not wish to see you again. Get as far away from me as possible, otherwise, your family and clan will be implicated because of you. Do you understand?"

Ah Cheng is so gentle, never forcing himself, while that bastard, domineering and wicked, bullies others

Why is it that she can instantly see the flaws in things that everyone else firmly believes, and analyze them with both emotion and reason? What kind of woman is she? He senses that her courage and insight, wisdom and ambition, are certainly no less than his own, and in certain aspects, she may even surpass him; for this reason, she would never submit to anyone, remaining loyal only to herself. He senses that her courage and insight, wisdom and ambition, are certainly no less than his own, and in certain aspects, she may even surpass him; for this reason, she would never submit to anyone, remaining loyal only to herself

Nico was suddenly horrified, her almond-shaped eyes filled with panic, and she hurriedly said, "Chieftain, Nico has never thought of herself; Nico only thinks about how to better serve the chieftain—"

Indeed, if her employees or subordinates barge in without knocking, they will surely be scolded mercilessly by her

Zhen'er helped her sit down, poured her a glass of cold water, and said with lingering fear, "You scared me to death! Young lady, how can you speak to the chief like that?"

In fact, after coming out of her tent, Yu Jiang walked back to the camp and stood there in a daze for quite a while. Then, he instructed Mai Sheng to do something. After that, he felt extremely restless and profoundly empty, as if something was missing from a certain corner of his heart, yet he could not figure out what it was.

Since the beginning of this year, the Gas tribe has been continuously harassing, seizing many cattle, sheep, fine horses, women, and children, causing the people to be once again filled with fear and unease. The young men of the tribe are all filled with fervor and fighting spirit, constantly shouting: "Sweep away the Gas, kill Baloo"

The explanation about heatstroke was something I heard from her yesterday. After listening to her explanation, I have gained some understanding and am no longer surprised at this moment. Therefore, I poured a glass of cold water and handed it to her, only to hear the young lady say thank you. I found it amusing and said, "Miss, this is what I should do!"

Sweat poured down like rain, surging like the Yellow River breaching its banks. The scorching sun drenched his entire body, heat waves enveloped him, and the air seemed to have solidified, yet he felt nothing. He listened intently to her complaints, her kindness, imagining her irritated expression, and unconsciously, a hint of sweet smile appeared at the corners of his mouth

The dream that occurs once a year features only exquisite silhouettes, but today's dream is a continuous dreamscape

Yang Wawa withdrew seventy percent of her strength, yet maintained a posture reminiscent of a reverse scissor. With a cold expression, she said solemnly, "I know the purpose of your visit today. I can tell you that I do not wish to argue with you; you can rest assured on that. However, I must inform you that what is yours is yours, and it cannot be escaped; what is not yours will never be yours. Do you understand?"

However, when he spoke of Yang Shenxue, his eyes were filled with a spirited brilliance and a joyful expression of approval, and the look on his face—much like that of someone confronting a wild beast—clearly depicted the eager essence of conquest.

I do not wish to argue with you; you can rest assured one hundred percent

Therefore, she merely smiled, a faint smile

The confusion and hesitation arising from that strange dream vanished without a trace at this moment; at the same time, he felt immense pressure and distress, yet the thick fog had already lifted, and he became more resolute, just as he had determined when they first met: she was a magnificent wild horse, and he was determined to claim her, to make her submit to him

Zhen'er felt a bit flustered, her face slightly flushed. She glanced at the serving girl and then at Niko, wanting to step forward, but was stopped by Yang Wawa. Yang Wawa raised her elegant brows, slightly arching her eyebrows, remaining silent as she waited for Niko to make a move. As the saying goes, when soldiers come, generals block them; when water comes, earth covers it. Sometimes, a late response can also turn the tables; let us first see how impressive Niko's display of authority will be.