Xing Zhiying laughed out loud. Even though Sanjimar had a cheerful temperament, she couldn't help but blush and said: "Sister is really heartless. She knows that no one in the clan is worthy of me, yet she still does this fake favor."
Xing Zhiying's smile did not diminish, and she said more and more teasingly: "That's not easy to handle, isn't it possible to marry a hero outside the clan? I think your Yin Yang uncle is quite good. If sister likes it, I will work hard to help you find a match. "
Sanjimar couldn't help but rolled his eyes and said: "Sister is a matchmaker, but I have always had a good conscience and never do anything to win over love. It's better for my sister to keep Uncle Yin and Yang for herself."
The two of them gave in to each other endlessly, and they couldn't help but make fun of each other. In the midst of the commotion, he suddenly saw Sangjimar's expression condensed and he waved his hand to signal Xing Zhiying to be silent.
Xing Zhiying naturally obeyed her order. Sanjimar listened carefully for a moment and suddenly exclaimed: "No! Those thieves are here!"
Xing Zhiying didn't react and said strangely: "What kind of thief? Is it a thief?"
Sanjimar couldn't hide his panic and said decisively: "Sister, go back quickly and tell my father that a large group of wild wolves are coming. Let everyone take action quickly. I will help you resist for a while."
Xing Zhiying was completely surprised and said calmly: "It's better for my sister to go back and report the news. My martial arts is not bad. It shouldn't be a problem to resist a few wild wolves."
Sanjimar was very anxious after hearing this, and pushed Xing Zhiying and said: "Sister, please don't be brave. You have never dealt with the wild wolves here, so no matter how good your martial arts are, you may not be able to succeed. Besides, you are a guest, and I will never let you You risk it!”
Xing Zhiying couldn't help but shudder when she thought about how she almost cooked for a wild wolf when she first came to Qinghai-Tibet.
But as the saying goes, one learns from one's mistakes. She didn't believe that she would be fooled by a mere beast this time, so she said seriously: "Sister, don't worry about it. I will definitely be able to handle it."
Seeing how stubborn Xing Zhiying was, Sanjimar shouted in desperation: "Go back quickly! Don't wait for the wolves to come and kill us!"
Xing Zhiying was frustrated and finally did not dare to fight anymore. She could only mutter: "Sister, be careful, I will come back as soon as possible."
Sanjimar watched Xing Zhiying rush away, and then said to himself: "These thieves really know how to choose the right time, then come and learn the skills of my female archery goddess."
Xing Zhiying used the flying skills of "Hunting on the Snow" and rushed straight to Hatul's big tent like a spark. However, she saw that the tent was locked from the outside, and it was clear that no one was inside.
There was no reason why Xing Zhiying was so anxious now. Although there were many tribesmen celebrating around him, how could he explain the situation if he couldn't understand the language?
In addition to panic, she thought that Sanjimar might have faced a pack of wolves at this moment, which made Xing Zhiying burst into tears. In despair, she was about to go back and try her best to help, but suddenly she caught a glimpse of the new felt tent near the big tent, and she instantly That person finally changed his mind, silently recited the Buddha's blessings, raised the curtain and rushed in.
There were no lights in the tent. Xing Zhiying didn't look at anything and simply called out: "Huangfu Yingyang! Huangfu Yingyang, are you there? Are you there?"
The excited voice was already crying, and it was obvious that she could not control herself. There was only a soft moan in the darkness, and the familiar voice said in surprise: "Mao girl, how dare you come, are you really not afraid that I will 'eat' you? "
When Xing Zhiying heard the sound, she rushed forward and said eagerly: "The wolf is coming! There is a wolf coming outside! Come with me and help Sister Sanjimar!"
After saying this, she suddenly felt a warm breath in front of her. It turned out that it was Huangfu Yingyang who came closer and said, "Wolf is coming. I'm not a child, and I'm not in the habit of listening to bedtime stories."
Xing Zhiying was not in the mood to talk, so she grabbed Huangfu Yingyang's chest and dragged her out while crying: "It's the wolves coming from the east! Sister Sanjimar is resisting, hurry up... ah!"
Before the words were finished, they turned into a scream, and Xing Zhiying turned around hurriedly, still trembling: "Sister Sanjimar wanted me to tell the leader, but I couldn't find him, so I came to find you."
Huangfu Yingyang was tightening the belt around his waist, but he was still wearing only an undershirt on his upper body. When he heard Xing Zhiying say this, he was frightened and immediately said solemnly: "Don't panic yet, I will take care of it."
After saying that, he looked around coldly, rushed to a middle-aged tribesman, and told him something in a quick voice.
The faces of the tribesmen suddenly changed, and they ran away shouting loudly. When Xing Zhiying saw this, she couldn't help but said in shock: "You don't understand the dialect here, how come that person can understand it?"
Huangfu Yingyang looked embarrassed, put on his burqa and said vaguely: "That person also understands Chinese, let's go quickly and help my niece."
Xing Zhiying woke up and had no time to pursue it anymore. The two of them were running forward and backward, but before they reached the end of the field, they heard a sharp wolf howl. It was obvious that the wolves had invaded the fence.
Both of them were shocked. They saw green lights appearing far or near in front of them. Roughly speaking, there were hundreds of them. The sound of wolves howling also followed one after another, which could be said to be endless.
Xing Zhiying was so frightened that she almost fell down. Huangfu Yingyang also had a serious look on his face and said decisively: "This bunch of beasts came together by chance. They definitely didn't get together on their own initiative. There must be someone behind the scenes."
Turning his eyes and seeing Xing Zhiying's frightened look, Huangfu Yingyang sighed secretly, and then shouted loudly: "To be honest, Mao girl, can you still use the featherless arrows I taught you earlier?"
Xing Zhiying's hands and feet were trembling, and she really wanted to say yes in her heart, but when the words came to her lips she muttered: "I...I'm afraid not."
Huangfu Yingyang was not polite, he grabbed Xing Zhiying's catkins, and when they clasped their palms together, he said in a deep voice: "Then lend me some of your inner strength. Tonight is just the right time for you to see what a true featherless arrow is." .”
Xing Zhiying was helpless at this moment, so she couldn't care less about being shy. She quickly calmed down and slowly channeled her true energy.
The pure essence of Zhiyin's body was everywhere. Huangfu Yingyang felt that the stagnant feeling in his whole body was gradually disappearing. He cheered up and a strong wind hit the place where the green light flashed.
Suddenly, a miserable howl was heard amidst the howling of the wolves, and the two green lights disappeared instantly, and the bloody smell overflowed, further arousing the cruelty of the wolves.
In an instant, there was only a roar like boiling, and a green wave of bloodthirsty surged like a tide, sweeping straight towards the place where Xing Zhiying and Huangfu Yingyang were standing.
Xing Zhiying was so frightened that she closed her eyes tightly. Upon seeing this, Huangfu Yingyang smiled casually and said, "It doesn't matter if you close your eyes, as long as your true energy doesn't go astray."
After saying that, he saw the five fingers of his right hand raised in succession, and the unparalleled strong wind shot out. The force was just as it was, and it hit the forehead between the sharp eyes of the wolves, and suddenly the sound of howling was like anger. The sea breeze blows, and there is no wave that has calmed down, and one wave has not yet risen.
Huangfu Yingyang was concentrating on it, holding hands with Xing Zhiying with his left hand, while his right hand was bending, spreading, extending or contracting, so fast that it was dizzying to watch.
Although the wolves were not afraid of death, their offensive was blocked and they could not get within a hundred steps of the two men.
