Chapter 1 Encounter in the felt account

In the morning, the morning glow rose, and the fire clouds burned all over the sky, reflecting the vegetation on the earth. A huge red sun rose, and suddenly the red light was shining and the ecology was full. Between the warm wind, it took away the cold dew and frost wind, everything revived, and the earth warmed up.

The mountains here are full of obstacles, undulating with each other, and the forested hills are like small mushrooms on the ground, covered with green grass. The nameless wildflower silently poured out the fragrance of the soil. Sometimes there are butterflies chasing and dancing, which is beautiful.

Floating pastures flutter with the wind, swaying their strong posture, showing the brilliance after the dawn. The crystal dewdrops reflect bright crystal light, exuding infinite charm, and releasing a momentary charm. A breeze passed slowly, sasive, refreshing, gently touching the girl's bright face.

Helen raised her small shepherd whip, her big crystal eyes turned excitedly, swayed her soft figure, gently rolled up her hair, and jumped like a rabbit in the mountains, releasing the breath of youth.

Next to the snow-white felt room, the old father-in-law swung his body and gently tapped on some soil-stained grass roots with a small stone hammer, making a pleasant sound. Gradually, the grass root ** came out of the blood-red stem, and a fragrance fluttered in the wind, slowly rippling in the air.

Looking at the rickety figure of her father-in-law, Helen jumped to the side. Her small nose gently smelled the fragrance everywhere, and the silver bell-like crisp and pleasant voice sounded: "Dad, you didn't sleep all last night!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The father-in-law smiled, raised his kind face, stretched out his thick palm, stroked Helen's hair, and said slowly, "Hellen, Dad is fine. Look how fat and beautiful this blood root is. The fragrance is overflowing, at least for more than five years."

"Dad..." Helen looked at her father-in-law reproachfully, pouted, acted coquettishly, and didn't say a word.

"Okay, okay, don't blame Dad. Dad will listen to Helen in the future!" The father-in-law looked at his daughter's quiet face, smiled lovingly, and continued to beat her.

"Hmm!" Helen nodded happily, breathed the fragrant blood root, gently patted her bud-like chest, and said happily, "Dad, today's blood root is so fragrant!"

"Hellen, don't be naughty. Dad will find a better one for you to eat later!" The father-in-law lowered his head, with a reproachful voice, and said slowly.

"I know, Dad!" Helen nodded obediently, flashed her shining eyes, and said softly, "Is the big brother I picked up a few days ago awake?"

"Not yet. Go and have a look by yourself!"

"Oh!" Helen took a few steps, turned her head, looked at her father-in-law's rickets voice, and told him, "Dad, go and rest, or you will be tired!"

"I know, Helen, go quickly. I dare not delay what God told me!" My father-in-law still didn't look up, and the sound was endless.

Helen gently raised the curtain, held her breath, walked quietly into the felt tent. In the simple felt tent, there was nothing but a bed, a table, a few small stools, and nothing else. Helen walked towards **.

The big watery eyes blinked and blinked. Looking at the man lying down, he smiled happily. Helen sat gently on the stool by the bed, with her small chin, and looked at the ** man seriously. Looking at the man's loose black hair, white face, thick sword eyebrows, heroic eyebrows and angular muscle lines, Helen couldn't help whispering: "Big brother, if you open it tightly With closed eyes, is that more handsome than God's disciple Kodo?"

Suddenly, Helen blinked her eyes, stretched out her small softness, summoned up her courage, and gently stroked the man's face. In an instant, she seemed to be electrocuted and immediately took it back. She gently sniffed the fingers touching the man's face and smiled foolishly...

A beam of sunlight shot in from the window, shining on Jiulong's closed eyes, rubbing his sleepy eyes, stretched out lazily, and slowly opened his eyes. What came into his eyes was the round felt roof. Jiulong rubbed his eyes again in disbelief, and the scenery in front of him had not changed. After brushing, he suddenly sat up and looked around, with a narrow space, a simple bed, a simple cotton quilt, and simple tables and chairs.

"Where is this?" This problem is in Kowloon's brain...

"Brother Jiulong, you're awake!" Helen held a small wooden basin and a towel on the edge of the basin, and the steaming water mist was ethereal.

"Are you?" Kowloon is a little stunned!

"Brother Jiulong, you forgot me again!" Helen pouted unhappily and looked at Jiulong at a loss.

Jiulong gently patted his forehead and thought hard. Suddenly, a faint picture came to his mind. It was a bloody night, a war that changed the wind and clouds, called a big earthquake, river backflow, chaotic killing, bleeding corpses, crazy escape... Endless memories, The tide poured into his memory.

On the green grassy ground, he fell into a pool of blood and was unconscious. In a faint time, a beautiful girl helped herself up... From then on, his memory was blurred. Another morning, the girl's shy eyes stared at herself and muttered to Brother Jiulong submissively...

"Haellen..." A strange and familiar name jumped into my mind and unconsciously blurted out, "You are Helen..."

"! !" Helen's gentle laughter brightened the whole felt room a lot. She put the basin on the stool and said happily, "Brother Jiulong, you finally remember me. Don't forget me again!"

"Hellen, how many days have I been here!" The memory in his mind passed in an instant and returned to reality. Jiulong asked slowly.

"Brother Jiulong, you have been here for 13 days!" Helen blinked her eyes.

"Thirteen days!" Hearing this, Jiulong muttered to himself, "It's been almost half a month! I don't know what happened to the 500,000 Laren army that expeditioned to the Tes tribe in Chicago!"

Helen listened to Jiulong muttering to herself, and her heart was empty. She knew nothing about the Chicago Tes tribe and the Leren tribe. She was so calm that she could not be curious about these, but he still remembered a name - "Mesomea!"

"Brother Jiulong, can you tell me a story?" Helen's big eyes sparkled with hope.

"What's the story? Brother Jiulong can tell stories!" Looking at such a beautiful girl, Jiulong's mind inevitably rippled.

"It's the 'Mesormia' that Brother Jiulong said countless times in his sleep!"

"Mesomea?" A thunderbolt resounded in Kowloon's mind. His beautiful face, sweet dimples, and autumn-like eyes came to his mind over and over again. "Hellen, Mesomea is a gentle, kind, beautiful and wise girl!"

"Oh!" Helen said gently and looked at Jiulong's melancholy face with some obsessive eyes. From the anxious face, Helen understood the light reflected there. It was as soft and sweet as a sponge. No matter how many feelings there were, they were absorbed by the heavy sponge.

"Brother Jiulong, wash your face quickly. After breakfast, will Helen take you to the pasture to herd sheep?" Arousing the missing of Jiulong, Helen was a little melancholy. She avoided this problem that made her inexplicably afraid.

"Good!" After put away those useless feelings, Jiulong got up, washed, put on the coarse cloth shirt that Helen had prepared for him, and took a light step. Jiulong walked out of the felt tent.

Looking around, the brilliant sunshine diffused endless light, shining brightly on the grass, and the green grass swaying with the wind. The small wild flowers emitted bursts of fragrance, and the flying butterflies chased and played. It was so beautiful.

Helen took Jiulong's arm and walked through the green grass. They came to another large felt room. The rickety father-in-law was still so diligent, and he was busy tossed around in a small space with the felt tent.

On the simple table, the hot horse milk is filled with a seductive aroma, and the green barley cake exudes a faint sweetness. Helen was busy moving the stool for Jiulong, and she sat next to it. The small bridge of her nose gently smelled the mellow horse milk and giggled.

"Uncle!" Jiulong bowed respectfully to his father-in-law.

"Young man, sit down and eat something quickly. In the past ten days, you haven't eaten any food except drinking the blood root prepared for you by the old man. If it weren't for the strange effect of the blood root here, the old man is really worried about whether your body can stand it." There seems to be no estrangement, and the father-in-law is kind, just like a father treats his son.

"Uncle, thank you and Helen for taking care of me these days!" Jiulong was very grateful and quickly thanked him.

"Child, this is nothing. When our father and daughter found you, they were already unconscious. Saving you is what our father and daughter want to do!" The old father-in-law slowly recounted, "But later, the god came here in person, and he specially ordered our father and daughter to take good care of you and rewarded you with a lot of gold."

"God?" Jiulong tried his best to think, "What a god!"