It is fun to kill sheep and cattle.
In the warm tent, there was endless singing and dancing. This simple and exotic custom made Huang feel very strange.
The dances of the Rong Di women are not as enchanting as the Wei women, and their songs are not as sweet as the Wei women, but this unique rough dance attracts men's interest even more.
Just like a sacrificial dance, there is a beauty from nature, a unique rhythm, ancient and mysterious.
The wilderness is over.
His eyes were blank, his smile was lewd, and he was staring at the dancer, almost drooling.
"Huang, this is the witch in the eldest brother's tribe. She serves as a priest. She is the most stunning beauty of my Xi Lai. How do you like it? Do you like it?"
Xishui turned a blind eye to Huang's squinting eyes, and sincerely promoted the clan's witches. In his opinion, as long as a big thing could be accomplished, not to mention a witch, even a god would dare to send her to Huang's bed.
In this era, people believe in gods.
However, it is always the common people at the bottom who truly fear the gods, and those in power do not have any respect for the gods in their hearts.
"That's right, that's right, big brother is interested." Huang's eyes were hot, and he wanted to strip the miko naked and fight with a gun: "How did big brother know that Huang was good at this?"
"Ha ha……"
In the camp, the banquet continued.
Xishui continued to corrode Huang's heart with fine wine and beauty. As the king of Xidi, Xishui never put the young man Huang in his eyes.
Young people, it’s best to bewitch.
He has never experienced the ups and downs of the world, and has never seen the ghosts of people's hearts. He is just like Bai Xue, and will fall with just a little guidance.
What's more, the young man is full of energy, and the last thing he can't escape is the beauty barrier.
Since ancient times, heroes have been troubled by beauties. No matter how determined a hero is, he will turn into a soft man in front of a beauty.
Xishui's method may be effective for other people, but he encountered a weirdo like Huang, not to mention a strong martial artist, who was determined in his own right.
In that life, Huang had too many teachers and watched countless hot dances. The sacrificial dances of witches were ancient and mysterious, but they couldn't compare with those hot dances in terms of temptation.
"Brother, wait..." After swallowing, Huang continued, "When the rain stops, I will set off to Didao to express my love for you and Chang Di."
"Good Changdi."
Having achieved his goal, Xishui was overjoyed. Seeing Huang's eyes fixed on the miko, he quickly chuckled: "Huang, how about I send it to you in a moment?"
"OK."
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Huang left the camp, and the singing and dancing gradually died down.
Xishan looked at the girl in front of him and handed over a cup of kumiss. At this moment, a grown man's eyes turned red: "Cang Xue, thank you for your hard work."
"For Xi Lai, I will wrong you for a moment."
Cang Xue didn't answer, and stared at Xitu with cold eyes: "I serve the god of Xidi. If the leader does this, isn't he afraid of the wrath of the god?"
"Today's Qin State is the god of Xidi. Huang, who represents the new king of Qin, is the god of Xidi."
At this moment, Xishui took a deep look at Cang Xue and asked meaningfully: "What's more, can we refuse?"
"For Xidai and the clan, isn't this also your witch's responsibility?"
The snow is cracked.
She didn't expect that Xishui would be so shameless that he would even dare to attack her, a witch, for the so-called great cause.
But she couldn't resist.
In the eyes of people like Xishui, divine power is only used to control people's hearts. She still remembers how the last witch died.
How she was elected as a miko.
Thinking of Xishui's cruel methods, Cang Xue's heart dropped at this moment.
Shouldn’t Xidi’s future depend on the youth of the clan? Rely on the men in the clan? When do you need a woman staring in front?
In the past, she thought that Xitu was a man of great talent and strategy and the leader of Xitu's revival, but now she has seen through it.
How can a person who sells the women of his clan in exchange for profits achieve the goal of becoming a king?
With this thought, Cang Xue walked out of the tent and headed towards Huang's tent.
She wants to feed the tiger with her own body.
"The national advisor, the scout in the army told the general that based on his observation of the weather, the rain will stop tomorrow."
When Zi Cheying spoke, his tone was a little excited. They had been in Xidi for three days and their physical strength had also recovered.
"The situation has been figured out, but I don't know if Zi'an has arrived?"
Hearing this, Huang couldn't help but chuckle: "With Zi'an's character, I'm afraid I've already arrived and just waited for the rain to stop."
"You should discuss it with Xishui. Our master is very interested in their sacrifices. Wait until the rain stops and let the witch preside over it."
"Firstly, I express my condolences to God for stopping the rain, and secondly, it is also a farewell to my national teacher."
"promise."
Nodding in agreement, Zi Cheying smiled silently. He and Huang had become quite familiar with each other in the past few days, so he naturally knew Huang's plan.
"National Master, can this be done?" A pun, Zi Cheying is a very smart person.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I have traveled thousands of miles for the sake of Qin and your Majesty, and why can't I enjoy it?"
After questioning, Huang frowned slightly: "What's more, once the rain stops and the weather clears up, we will set off to Didao to conquer the Rong Di tribe in Didao for my eldest brother."
"Guo..." Zi Cheying hesitated, glanced at Huang, and fell silent.
"Xidi, the witch Cangxue is here to serve the Grand Master of Qin." Cangxue's voice was as clear as an oriole's clear call.
"The witch is here, just come in!" With a chuckle, Huang motioned to his son Che Ying to leave.
Zi Cheying walked out of the camp, and Cang Xue walked into the camp and sat down opposite Huang. Cang Xue, wearing animal skins, had a wild beauty.
"National Master, do you really want to help Xishui control Didao?" Cang Xue whispered.
"Yes, Xishui is my eldest brother."
Huang's eyes wandered over Cang Xue's body wantonly: "Have you thought about whether the witch has entered my camp?"
"I……"
After saying this, Araban said nothing and did not knock down the miko.
The mind is full but the strength is not enough.
He is only fourteen years old, and it is too late for him to practice martial arts. If Yuanyang loses his temper again, his martial arts will be ruined.
Just a person who understands the importance of things.
What's more, Cang Xue is not stunningly beautiful, her complexion is not white, and she is not fierce. She has good curves, but she is not a loser.
In this regard, Huang is a common man.
Being fair, tall and tall are the most basic requirements. In this life, he will be the master of the Qin State, and his woman will be the most beautiful in the world.
As for mutual support and love, Huang has never thought about it.
For Wufu, love is the most luxurious.
Any martial artist who falls in love will end up in tragedy, and his mind will collapse, and he will no longer have the courage to move forward.
There are 80,000 words in the world, but only the word love is the most murderous.
This is the understanding gained by the ancient sages who sacrificed their lives. As the saying goes, deep love does not lead to longevity. How can he, a warrior who aims at longevity, not be deeply in love.
The night was dark, the lights in the camp were flickering, and they were waiting for dawn and the rain to stop.
The witch was worried.
Sitting by the bed, I thought about the war between heaven and man in my mind, between the tribe, myself, destiny, gods, and the Qin national master in front of me.
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