Zhao Rui's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he subconsciously tore at the animal skin on his body.
The hotness didn't stop after driving away the cold. Instead, it quickly spread throughout his body, even causing his body to react violently.
Suddenly, the palm that was waving randomly touched some cold and warm soft flesh.
Zhao Rui didn't care so much, he put his hands together and rubbed the soft flesh into his arms arrogantly.
Xuan Ni's voice came out randomly, echoing continuously in the wooden yurt tent.
Zhao Rui gradually regained consciousness and vaguely saw a charming woman as pure and beautiful as ice and snow.
But the heat in his dantian continued to impact his consciousness, and he could only hug the woman in his arms tightly.
I don't know how long it took before Zhao Rui gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, he found a strange woman lying next to him.
Although the long hair is messy but still smooth, it sticks to the face, and you can vaguely see a beautiful face, with soft skin like clear snow, and a faint fairy aura.
Zhao Rui rubbed his eyes, gently opened the animal skin covering his body, and found two people lying naked together.
The woman clung to him like an octopus.
Faintly recalling the unconscious madness in his mind, Zhao Rui knew that the woman in front of him might have lost her virginity to him, and the virgin blood like roses could be clearly seen on the animal skin beneath her.
After adjusting his breathing a little, Zhao Rui turned over slightly and found that the meridians in his body were extremely smooth.
The remaining potency of the elixir that was taken before was completely dissolved and dispersed into the limbs and bones.
The centuries-old internal strength left by King Jingtian seems to be completely integrated into the meridians.
Zhao Rui just felt an unprecedented sense of comfort all over his body, as if he had endless strength.
"Are you awake?" A soft and coquettish voice sounded in my ears.
Zhao Rui turned sideways and gently pushed the hair away from the woman's face. He was shocked to find that this was the girl he had rescued by the river before.
"It's you!"
"Yes!" The woman looked cheerful, but her body looked weak, and she was slumped in Zhao Rui's arms.
"I am truly worthy of being the husband chosen by the mountain god for me."
The woman pouted, her face full of happiness, and she kept curling up and crawling into Zhao Rui's arms.
"Oh my God!" Zhao Rui stood up in a hurry: "Girl, I will take responsibility for your affairs, but the soldiers under my command are still suffering in the mountains and forests for so many days. They are afraid of freezing to death and starving to death. I have to
Go save them."
"Why are you in a hurry?" The woman put her arms around Zhao Rui's neck and leaned her delicate little head tightly on his shoulder.
"I have brought all your 50,000 horses back to the stronghold, every one of them!"
Zhao Rui was in a daze: "Zhai Zhai? What Zhai Zhai?"
"This is Mohe, and I am Wanyanjing, the witch of the Mohe tribe!"
Zhao Rui gradually calmed down.
He had previously seen records about the Northeastern barbarians in Dashang's imperial study.
In the vast mountains and forests, in addition to the Donghu, Linhu, Yuanhu, Shanhu, Nanhu, and Wuhu, there are also many small and large fishing and hunting ethnic groups.
Mohe is one of them.
Zhao Rui rubbed his forehead and pulled a piece of clothing from the side.