I just want to be just mine

Chapter 2 The Prairie King (2)

Beirong Jiu was full of energy, Wei Yunbai sat on the seat in the tent, resting with his head closed and his eyes closed.

The tips of his ears were red, the door curtain was blown up by the wind, and the wind from the grassland at night took away the smell of wine from him little by little. The surroundings were silent, and his eyebrows gradually stretched.

Wu Licuo passed by in front of his tent, and the gap in the door curtain raised by the wind was looming, revealing a dangerous cloud-white figure.

He stood still and looked in through the gap, until the wind stopped blowing, and the king of the prairie left slowly.

The system said: "The Son of Destiny is gone."

Wei Yunbai responded with a nasal sound.

What he wants with the system is not trivial, what he wants is the source power of the world, the system can only let him travel through time and space, and once Wei Yunbai does something that changes the direction of the world, he will be driven by the way of heaven.

The only way is to make yourself a child of destiny and enjoy the power of the world from the root.

Wu Licuo couldn't move, and if he moved, he would be discovered by Tiandao.

So there is another way.

After there is a "male protagonist", the world has one less "heroine", and Wei Yunbai's goal is to become another "protagonist".

Let the Son of Destiny have feelings for him to the extent that he can become a "protagonist".

Wei Yunbai half-opened his eyes, his deep eyes were unclear, he looked at the position where Wu Licuo stood before, and slightly curled his lips.

When Princess Dazhao married Shan Yu, there should naturally be a grand ceremony, but the fact was that there was nothing. The Beirong people replied that the ceremony of marrying the Yan family would be held together with the annual Fire Festival three days later.

He Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

She was terrified in her heart and contacted Wu Licuo.

Beirong mainly eats milk and meat. When it was just dawn, some people got up and milked the milk.

Alilang put the milk bucket aside, squatted on the ground and wiped the cow's milk with a cloth. He was very serious. When he was about to finish wiping, a voice suddenly sounded from his side, "What are you doing?" It was

like an early morning . The early sun is like moist dewdrops, full of curiosity and doubts.

Alilang's hand stopped, and it was the voice of the Jokhao man.

He was silent for a long time, and the man beside him simply squatted down following his example, and tentatively reached out and touched a handful of cows.

His dark hair lined his white and slender hands, and Alilang's voice was hoarse, "I'm milking."

Wei Yunbai smiled, "My name is Wei Yunbai."

Alilang looked up at him, and again He lowered his head and continued to rub the cow's milk. He was skilled. After rubbing, he simply massaged the cow, neither talking to Wei Yunbai nor driving him away.

Wei Yunbai gently stroked the back of the cow. This is a very docile cow and is well taken care of by the owner.

Alilang caught a glimpse of the comfortable look on his face, and said coldly, "Alilang." The