Duanmu Xiong was getting stronger day by day with the nourishment of these wild game, and his arm strength was much stronger than other peers. After that, no one in the gathering place dared to provoke him. His body and body were no longer a problem with one against four. Perhaps because he was afraid that the child would do anything in the future, his master did not treat him much preferentially. He lived alone in the haystack house next to the sheep pen, and Duanmu Xiong was also happy to be peaceful and at ease.

Every time the Wolf King brought him more than just wild game, but later he brought some mushrooms that Duanmuxiong had never seen before. Since Duanmuxiong had eaten these mushrooms that could not be named, he became smart and sharp-eyed. He could hear clearly any movement at night.

That night, he saw two shadows of Tongtong galloping in the darkness of the night. He slowly lifted the big fork for hay from beside him and touched it gently. When the two of them approached, he rushed towards the sneaky man behind like a little bull. The big fork in his hand was merciless, and Duanmu Xiong treated the two strangers as sheep thieves.

It's time for the lamb to be slaughtered recently. The previous time, Duanmu Xiong didn't know what happened. He clearly heard a group of thieves who came to steal sheep, but he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Because of his inaction, he lost dozens of fat sheep that night. The owner didn't give him any good food for this matter, so he tied him up and made his skin bloom. When he was awake, he could feel a vicious look from the crowd, which made him sweat all over. He could conclude that some people could not tolerate him.

With a "dang", the man didn't know when a knife was already in his hand, and easily blocked Duanmuxiong's disorganized attack. He took advantage of the situation and pulled Duanmuxiong with a fat body that rushed towards the haystack next to him.

Duanmu Xiong didn't know how to express his complicated mood at this moment for a moment, and finally squeezed out a timid sentence in his throat: "Who are you? Why are you here so late?"

He did not expect the man in front of him to understand his words. Here, he was like a mute. He could not understand others' words, and others could not understand others' words. He used gestures to communicate with other Tubo people. Perhaps in order to prevent himself from forgetting this language, he often talked to himself to the sheep and horses.

"We are not bad guys, let's find someone named Tsomuli."

When this man actually spoke the same language as him, Duanmu Xiong seemed to meet his relatives and directly pulled the two of them into a small haystack house that belonged only to him, because it would be impolite to disturb the owner at this time, and those rash guys are likely to be punished.

"Thank you for your hospitality, but we really have something important."

When the man saw Duanmu Xiong taking out pieces of treasured jerky and sheep milk in a very hospitable manner, he couldn't understand the current situation for a while, so he began to politely decline.

"You have a rest here first. When dawn comes, I will take you to meet my master. The master with great powers should know the person you mentioned."

Duanmu Xiong stopped what he was doing, sat upright in a corner of the hut, and with the faint light of fire, he could see clearly the appearance of the man talking to him. The man had the same expression as the scoundrels he had gathered in the place where he liked to harm the women here, and those women often hid far away when they saw these people. But from the man's eyes and demeanor, there was a hint of breath that he didn't understand. The kind of brilliance that could see everything made him unable to help but feel ups and downs in his heart. What he was sure of was that

A guy actually has the same characteristics as his mother who had already left. Perhaps they came from the same place. Their skin was generally whiter, and their buns were casually draped on their shoulders, wearing silk-woven clothes that only Wei Chao had. His mother regarded the treasured silk-woven clothes as treasured. She grew so big that Duanmuxiong only saw his mother walking through it once. It was the day when he sent his father away, and after that, his father never came back.

"Okay, my name is Wu Yonglin. You can call me Manager Wu. From today on, we will be friends."

After saying that, the man named Wu lay directly inside the smelly haystack. After a while, he heard a slight snoring. Another man chewed a bite of dried meat, found a haystack, and lay down comfortably, and then snoring like thunder came.

Duanmu Xiong fell in love with this friend named Wu Yonglin, whom he had just made, and compared with many other people who entered this house, those people often hide far away and avoid it. The two people did not shy away from it. They regarded this place as their habitat. He directly held the big fork and sat down at the door. He wanted to guard the door for these two newly made friends, so that the two of them could sleep with peace of mind. If anyone wanted to break in, they would definitely make each other look good.

The night was cold, the cold Yue Chanjuan, Duanmu Xiong fell asleep leaning against the curtain. When he woke up, he was wearing a piece of warm sheepskin on his body at some point, and there was a firm back next to him. The man was Wu Yonglin who was still sleeping in the haystack not long ago.

"Go inside and lie down for a while, I'll keep you for a while."

"I'm not sleepy, and I don't know what's going on, but suddenly I fell asleep."

Duanmu Xiong had just had a deep sleep for a while, and his distress was swept away. Finally, someone could answer his words, and he was even more excited.

"Do you live here alone?"

"I used to live here with my mother. She left me when I was very young. Since then, I am the only one left here."

"It reminds you of these unhappy things. I'm sorry, then your mother taught you Chinese?"

Duanmuxiong nodded dimly. He wanted to grab the pretty back and the outline of his face in his mind, but there was no image in shape. He only remembered that his mother's hand was very gentle. When he was young, he liked to hold his mother's hand the most, and all this had long gone away from him. When he came to his senses, his eyes were filled with tears. Wu Yonglin next to him had already handed over a silk veil. When he wiped the tears, he seemed to feel the tenderness belonging to his mother, which made him never want to let it go again.

"Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you!"

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