The gangster of fast wear is online

Chapter 395 The Bride Who Was Repented 41

But this time it was not the one being hunted down, but a slender woman of the Zhurong tribe who sat sideways under a cedar tree, humming broken syllables from her throat as if not on guard.

There is obviously nothing aesthetically pleasing about this tune.

After seeing the opponent's actions clearly, Lan Shuying had a weird expression.No wonder, when she was on the cliff just now, she heard a harsh and strange sound mixed in with the tune.

The strange sound came from the hand of this Zhurong woman.

She held up a long and slender tail that was dyed scorched black, and below it was a snowy squirrel that was still alive. It waved its little paws helplessly in the flames, and its black bean eyes gleamed.

It's hard to imagine seeing such a strong desire to survive in the eyes of a small animal.

If it was to fill her stomach, she could have killed the squirrel first.

But this woman didn't, she just made flames from her fingertips, and roasted the squirrel's body again and again, watching it squeak and scream, she was happy.

It is a sin to use life for pleasure.Lan Shuying looked at her deeply. People who have never died once really cannot learn to respect life.

The soles of the shoes came into contact with the snow, and there was a soft chirping sound when they rubbed against each other.

The smug and satisfied arc disappeared.

The young woman of the Zhu Rong clan turned her head and sipped impatiently at the place where Lan Shuying was.

The voice came earlier than the gaze, and she might have thought that this was some clansman who intruded into other people's territory.

Lan Shuying didn't understand the language of the Zhu Rong clan, but from the analysis of the woman's demeanor and context, the sentence should be: "Who's there?!"

From the moment she saw her clearly, the Zhurong woman became serious.

As a result, the snowy squirrel saved its life, and was thrown into the snow by the woman, making a small hole.

The squirrel calmed down, poked its head out in a humane manner, and found that the woman had really let it go. It excitedly crawled out of the pit, and fled quickly, leaving two rows of fine paw prints near the small pit.

"Different ethnicity?" Two unpronounceable words popped out of the woman's mouth, which is the common language of Mongolian and Central Plains.

This is a very interesting phenomenon. Ge Shuyu called the Zhurong people the Xueyuan alien race, but in the eyes of the Zhurong tribe, the Mongolians and the Central Plains people can be collectively referred to as alien races.

A woman's facial features are beautiful, but not pleasing.

Because, her rejection, contempt and slight hostility are all written in these olive eyes, the flames at the fingertips are not extinguished, and at the same time, her right hand reaches for the dagger tied at her waist.

Lan Shuying smiled slightly, without moving her body, lest the other party misunderstand that she had an offensive intention, she just said softly to the woman: "Wait a minute."

There was doubt in the woman's eyes, but she didn't draw the knife immediately.

During this short truce, Lan Shuying took out the medicine bottle from the package, poured out a pill and spread it in the palm of her hand, motioning her to see clearly.

The woman's breathing became rough.

Her nose twitched, she took a step towards this side subconsciously, and her eyes completely shifted from Lan Shuying's face to the Great Cold Pill.

She recognized the thing.

In fact, from the first sentence she yelled, Lan Shuying had a guess: This woman came from the hinterland of the Zhu Rong clan.

The first thing is to look at the attire. The animal skins used by the women to cover the private area are more luxurious than those worn by the pursuers before. The snow-white animal hairs are distinct, oily and silvery, obviously high-end.

In her hair was a ruby-polished hair ornament.

The same goes for her weapons.You know, none of those chasing soldiers, including Mangta, the grandson of the former patriarch, carried metal weapons, but she did.

Finally, there is the demeanor. The woman didn't realize that it might be an enemy at the beginning. She yelled at "her own people" in her native language, showing no respect. It can be seen that her status is higher, at least than those who walk on the border of the snowfield. I wish the people of the Rong clan high.

It is impossible for the high-ranking Zhurong clan from the hinterland to have not seen the Great Cold Pill.

"Zhuo Ru, do you know him?" Lan Shuying stared at her eyes and asked slowly.

The woman was taken aback.

Her eyes lit up, and she felt as if she met an old friend in a foreign land.

Her lips moved, and she then scratched her hair in distress. It could be seen that she really wanted to communicate with Lan Shuying, but suffered from not knowing the outside language.

Suddenly, she gestured to Lan Shuying to come over.

"You come."

When the woman glanced at the big cold pill, Lan Shuying gave it to her. The woman was very happy, clapping her hands and dancing happily.

Use gestures instead of words to communicate, and as a result, the woman will lead her to other tribes, where there are people who speak foreign languages.

The two of them walked side by side, leaving four strings of footprints in the snow.

This does not mean friendship, on the contrary, it is because no one wants to walk in front and show their backs to each other.

Today's weather is calm, neither wind nor snow.On the snow field at an altitude of at least 4000 meters, looking up at the sky from here will feel that it is close to your eyes. It is as pure as a complete piece of blue crystal.

The woman cherished the Great Cold Pill, holding it under her nose and sniffing it carefully from time to time. She made many hand gestures along the way.

Lan Shuying guessed some gestures, but she just pretended not to understand.

The woman couldn't help showing a frustrated expression.

However, in the eyes of Lan Shuying, who had been observing her carefully, her complacency and evil thoughts were already very blatant.

Lan Shuying has been paying attention to the surrounding movements all the way, and based on her investigative experience, there are no other Zhurong people in the vicinity except the two of them.

Going forward, there is a road that has been swept, winding and leading to behind several boulders, and the sloping roof of the wooden house can be vaguely seen.

Before walking on that road, the woman suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

Lan Shuying thought about it, pretending to be puzzled but obedient, followed the woman in another direction, and walked behind two huge cedar trees.

Cedar acts as a gatekeeper, while behind is a naturally formed sunken mountain wall.

The ground is about six to seven square meters, and the height is three to four meters. Once people walk in, they are surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the last side is covered by cedars. It is difficult to find out what happened here.

The snow scraped from the pine branches to the nest of the neck was melted by the body temperature, making it cool.

Lan Shuying didn't have time to reach out to brush, because the woman had already launched a rush attack.

Of course, she is not slow.

Zhu Rong's clan is strong and strong, but her internal strength is not bad. She dispelled the woman's fist with a single palm, and she made a wrong foot, and went around behind the woman, her arm bone tightly catching the woman's throat.

The woman turned pale with fright, she never expected that she would react so quickly, and what was even more unexpected was that this girl who looked so weak that she could be crushed to death with one hand actually had such strength.

"I guessed that you were going to do something wrong..." Lan Shuying whispered in her ear, "What a coincidence, I am too."

If she hadn't seen the way the woman played with the little squirrel wantonly, she might have believed the enthusiasm and innocence that the woman pretended to be.

(End of this chapter)