Chapter 2307 Desert (9)
"Grand...Princess, what should I do?"
"We hit the second prince, in case...in case...in case he comes to settle accounts with us—"
Her Royal Highness, who had just kicked someone, tidied up her skirt, and seemed to be calm.
Pearl on this side was still panicking, but she patted her shoulder reassuringly, and then walked out.
Lifting the curtain of the yurt, seems to want to do something.
But just as the curtain was lifted, her movements suddenly came to a halt.
In the next second, she looked to her right hand, not far from her yurt.
There, on the front horse...
She stared quietly.
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The reason why the third prince Adaima dared to be so arrogant and dared to provoke Adelahu in front of him was because of the support of the eldest prince.
The eldest prince, Adair Khan, is the favorite of the Great Khan and the most likely successor of the next Khan.
Controlling the tribe's 10,000 heavy cavalry and 30,000 ligers and tigers, it can be said that most of the tribe's troops are in his hands.
It can be seen that his strength is strong.
At this moment, the wind is very strong and it is very cold.
He sat on the horse with his upper body naked, as if he couldn't feel the temperature of the abyss.
Under the light of the torch, he has bronze skin, a strong waist and abdomen, and distinct muscles on his body.
Beautiful and sharp eight-pack abs, arms as thick as a python.
It looks as hard as steel, as tough as a tiger.
It seems that a random punch can kill a person.
A breeze.
He was sitting on the horse, and never made a sound about Adaima's nonsense.
The braid is tied behind the back, the braid is very long, it is a symbol of never losing.
Looking at it coldly for a while as a bystander.
Then, it seemed to perceive something.
A woman.
Wear, the clothing of the Han people.
Just right, meeting her eyes.
Covered with a veil, only those beautiful, rippling eyes are exposed.
He was sitting on a horse, under the light, his appearance was as cold as iron.
With stubble, a pair of narrow eyes, darker than the night, colder than the wind.
The appearance of an extremely tough guy, with sharp edges and corners, and deep browbones.
The aura on his body is too compelling, as sharp as a light.
It's like a ghost.
Most people in the clan dare not look directly at him, especially women.
And the woman dressed in Han clothes not only looked directly at him, but also kept staring at him.
He was riding a horse, and she looked up.
The standing position is not too close, but not too far away.
Wearing a soft sapphire blue bright cloak, with cloudy temple hair.
Extremely beautiful and bright eyes, just staring at him without blinking.
Under the thin veil, the delicate outline of the small face looms.
The lips are red and the cheeks are white.
Tender and wan, it looks like she was raised in a wealthy family.
While the skirt swayed, it revealed the words delicate and elegant.
It seems that she is the princess who was sent to marry.
He looked down at her, there was no warmth in his aggressive gaze.
It's like looking at the flowers and plants on the side of the road, there is no reaction, and there is no need for any reaction.
The line of sight is about to skip.
Not wanting to, she took another step forward.
It was already a dangerous distance, the horse on which the man was riding suddenly turned around and roared viciously at her.
With a huff, the ponytail flicked.
is a warning not to come closer.
It is very bloody, and it looks very strong.
(end of this chapter)