A white cloud-like felt tent is arranged in an orderly manner on this quiet field. Looking around, there are piles of fat sheep, handsome horses, and pasture like hills, which show the beautiful and prosperous life of these herders who rely on grazing for a living.

In the gap between the fiery horses, there was a thin shadow mixed with it. He had a bucket of clear water under his feet, and a brush in his hand to help the fiery horses clean their beautiful mane, from the neck, chest, back, and finally rubbed to the horse's limbs. He was like a technician who scrubbed others, allowing his guests to enjoy supreme enjoyment. When the fiery horse made a long sound and then shook off the water droplets on his mane, it would splash all over the body of the boy next to him. The boy didn't care, and would smile and stroke its neck with both hands, rub it with his face intimately. After that, he would drag a little hay to the fiery horse, which was equivalent to a little reward for them.

This young man born in Tubo but with Han ancestry, has suffered all kinds of bad intentions from these relatives with his mother since his birth. His childhood was basically alone, and he had no friends in these places where hundreds of people live together. His father was summoned to help defend Qingtang City from the attack of the Wei Dynasty when he was very young, and he never came back since then. The only uncle of his fellow clan who loved him mysteriously disappeared many years ago.

Duanmuxiong's mother passed away when he was about four years old. The only gift his mother could leave to him was to give him a Han name - Duanmuxiong. Because she was a Han Chinese, she didn't understand the language of those Tubo people at all. She was robbed back by Duanmuxiong's father many years ago. She might have no feelings for him at all. He didn't take her seriously. He just regarded her as a tool to vent her lust. If it weren't for her pregnancy with his child, she would have been given to other relatives because she was just his slave.

So, she gave her child a name as a Han person. When Duanmuxiong was very young, she began to teach Duanmuxiong the language of the Wei Dynasty. Because of this, he was even regarded as an alien. Although half of the blood of Tubo people flowed in his body, he lived a life like a Han slave.

The first thing Duanmuxiong does when he wakes up every day is to pick up feces for all kinds of sheep and horses in the pasture. After doing this, he feeds the horse some hay, water, etc. After eating breakfast that even pigs may not eat, he waves his whip and drives hundreds of sheep in the sheep pen to the surrounding grassland to start his most comfortable day: he can bite a piece of licorice at will, lie on the comfortable grassland, raise his legs, look at the blue sky and white clouds in the sky, and let his thoughts float in this vast grassland. Only at this moment, he is the most relaxed and carefree.

The sunset was setting, and the happy day ended unknowingly. Duanmuxiong waved his whip and drove the full flock back, a movement ahead made him extremely nervous. A wolf howl, to be precise, two long wolf howls, the howl that seemed to be greeting his companions, made him hurry up and prepare to leave this place of failure.

Tubo produces wolves, but does not fight wolves, because after the Tubo people die, they will be buried in water or sky. The corpses of their ancestors are likely to enter the belly of those evil wolves. This symbolizes the inheritance of the immortal soul and the reincarnation of the cycle, and naturally becomes an inviolable spirit beast for the Tubo people. Therefore, when encountering this situation, more Tubo people hide far away or take a defensive attitude, and will not take the initiative to attack when they are absolutely necessary.

Duanmu Xiong drove the flocks to a relatively safe territory. Because there was only that path back to the gathering point. As long as he threw the whip in the distance, the flocks would obediently walk on the way home, not to mention that there were two wolves howling behind behind. Even if Duanmu Xiong didn't need Duanmu Xiong to shake the whip, the flocks of sheep had already run back with their chubby butts. Duanmu Xiong originally wanted to go back immediately, but when he watched the two giant wolves and a group of vultures fighting there from a distance, he couldn't help but feel curious and sneaked up.

Duanmuxiong smelled a very smell of rotten meat when he was dozens of meters away. Even if he was used to smelling horse eggs and sheep manure, he couldn't help pinching his nose. Looking at the threaded head horn with wrinkled outer ring on the head of the dead animal, he could tell that this was an antelope and had been dead for many days. The pair of antelope horns could still be sold at a high price on the market, and he began to feel excited.

Why is Duanmu Xiong so familiar with this thing? Because his master, Duanmu Xiong's dead father's younger brother, started with this. In recent years, due to excessive hunting in this area, the antelope has almost become extinct, and the antelope horn has become a rare item, and a pair of antelope horns can be exchanged for more than 10 horses.

Duanmu Xiong fantasized about getting the second uncle's preferential treatment through this pair of antelope horns, and he actually climbed forward with courage.

A vulture that was almost as tall as Duanmuxiong's chest flapped its wings, trying to scare away a giant wolf that was close to the food in its mouth. The giant wolf's mane stood up, revealing its bloody mouth with vulture hair on its mouth. The saliva from its fangs slowly remained along the corner of its mouth. It seemed that the wolf and the vulture had already fought each other.

Duanmu Xiong looked at the giant wolf. It was actually a giant wolf with a wolf cub. Its lower abdomen was bulging and bulging clearly. It seemed that it might not be long before she was born. Duanmu Xiong watched the little lambs be born many times. Recently, he was born a little lamb in the sheep pen. The more bitter the children know, the more life experience it gives him. Therefore, Duanmu Xiong is still very familiar with when these animals are about to give birth. Duanmu Xiong feels that his judgment is most likely to be inseparable from this pregnant giant wolf.

Another giant wolf showed that Duanmu Xiong was not hostile to it. He ignored Duanmu Xiong who was slowly approaching and rushed towards a vulture that was still devouring the carrion. The vulture was dark all over, and a pair of steel-like claws grasped the combat power in his hand firmly. The moment the giant wolf approached, it actually rose up to the ground. Its rising figure brought a whirlwind. The moment the giant wolf was gasping, it directly glided like an air fighter. This time its target was not the giant wolf that had just tried to attack it, but the female wolf with a wolf cub who was still confronting another vulture next to it.
Chapter completed!