Tranxending Vision

Xia Lei pretended to close his eyes and snored. He pretended to be asleep so that even he himself thought he was asleep.    

    

However, Syrani had come closer, and pressed him down regardless of anything. Her mouth was in a mess, her hands were in a mess, and her entire body was in a mess. In less than a minute, Xia Lei could no longer continue acting. He opened her eyes, "You're drunk, go to sleep."    

    

Syrani chuckled: "Do I look like I'm drunk?"    

    

"You're pretending to be drunk?" Xia Lei's chin was about to fall on the bed sheets.    

    

"What's so good about the wine? I want to drink it."    

    

Xia Lei, "..."    

    

Syrani held Xia Lei's face, his eyes filled with love and tenderness, "Now no one can stop us from being together, you are mine, no one can take you away from me."    

    

"My head feels dizzy. I seemed to have drank too much before. I feel dizzy. I should sleep for a while." Pretending to sleep failed, Xia Lei started to pretend to be drunk, and closed his eyes again.    

    

Syrani angrily pushed Xia Lei a little, but Xia Lei pretended not to react. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly pounced onto Xia Lei's body. With a few leaps, he stripped him of his body, then rode him on top of Xia Lei's body. Xia Lei also struggled, but Syrani was like a fierce horse, wild and untamed, and he was worried that if he hurt her too much, he would use too much force, and let her do it, but with this move, he ?    

    

With the female chief's ravaging, Xia Lei's body first fell, then fell again. He did not care about anything else, he let go of Tong Zhen and stood together with her!    

    

The room was also filled with strange sounds. Sometimes they were loud, sometimes they were low, and sometimes they were mixed together with some random sounds. It was like a heavenly song that praised life.    

    

Outside the house, a large group of tribeswomen were chattering. Some of them were peeking through the gap in the door, some were peeking through the wormholes in the wall, and some were even riding on their sisters' necks to peek through the windows. This scene was like a big star coming to the tribe to watch a concert.    

    

"Such a brave man, he is much stronger than those dead bastards."    

    

"Sisters, do you think Syrani will be lame when she walks tomorrow?"    

    

"What Syrani? "Now call the chief!"    

    

"Mom, Sister Syrani is crying, is someone hitting her?" A little kid said.    

    

"Little brat, what do you know? Syrani is laughing, not crying."    

    

"She's clearly crying, I want to see!"    

    

"Go go!" When you grow up, Mom will help you steal a few men, and you'll know whether Big Sister Syrani is crying or laughing. "    

    

"Really? Then I'll grow up tomorrow... But I still want to see it. "    

    

"Scram!"    

    

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

    

Someone fired into the sky.    

    

This night was destined to not be a quiet one. That night, there were people who changed from young girls to women, while there were also people who changed from fierce men to dead dogs.    

    

Dawn's light dispelled the darkness that shrouded the canyon, and the bright sunlight softly illuminated this paradise. The forest was filled with a thin mist that made it seem unreal. The river was rippling and the Asian carp bounced out of the water, splashing all over the men washing their clothes by the river. These formed a picture scroll. It was beautiful and tranquil, like a goddess from another world.    

    

Looking at Syrani who had just crawled up from bed to cook, Xia Lei's heart was filled with softness and a little bit of guilt. However, Syrani's curvy butt and charming back quickly dispelled his guilt. Facing such a beautiful girl, he could not pretend to be gentle.    

    

Syrani walked in a strange way, as if she had stopped walking.    

    

Xia Lei also got off the bed, "I'll go cook, you can rest."    

    

Syrani looked back and smiled, "It's nothing, I just kowtowed a little. You rest a bit longer, I'll wake you up." She suddenly thought of something, "But if someone asks you, just say that you cooked it."    

    

Xia Lei smiled bitterly and nodded. In this tribe, men served women all the time. Syrani was the chief now, so if someone found out that she cooked for him, it would harm her dignity.    

    

Syrani went to the kitchen to cook, but Xia Lei did not go back to sleep. He put on his clothes, and went to the desk with the drawers. He opened the drawer, took out the ancient book, and continued to read. The back part of the book was also ancient Hun script, with some hand-drawn illustrations. Unfortunately, because he did not understand the ancient Hun language, he was still unable to decipher the contents of the book.    

    

"Time to eat." Syrani walked in carrying a black colored porcelain bowl. Her gaze moved to the ancient book in Xia Lei's hands, and asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"    

    

This time, Xia Lei did not hide the book, he took the ancient book and walked over, "I found a book, it was probably left behind by Ootsuki, but I do not recognize the ancient Hun language, do you?"    

    

"I know some, let me take a look." Syrani took the ancient book and urged: "Quickly take the heat and eat breakfast."    

    

Xia Lei took a glance at the ceramic pot, and discovered that there were only a few cooked sweet potatoes, a few boiled potatoes, and a biscuit. This was the tribe's breakfast. This was what a clan chief ate, not to mention the other clansmen. These foods made Xia Lei's heart ache, he didn't really feel good about it.    

    

Seeing that Xia Lei did not move, Syrani said: "If you want to eat meat, I'll get someone to get some for you. If it's lunch, I'll kill the sheep for you."    

    

"No, no, no, this is good. Rough food is good for health." Xia Lei picked up a boiled sweet potato and started to gnaw on it. He, too, had lived a bitter life. He would not despise the food Syrani gave him because of how poor the tribe was. He was not the type of person who despised the poor and loved the rich.    

    

Syrani flipped through the ancient book, and casually said: "This is our tribe's book, I heard my grandmother say before, that it recorded the history of us Huns. As you know, Attila the Great founded a powerful dynasty, and although it failed, it was our best time. "    

    

"Other than history, what else did it say?"    

    

Syrani flipped backwards, and very quickly, she reached the hand-drawn map of the ancient city. She studied it for a while before saying, "There are records of the city that our ancestors occupied and built, have you seen? This is the city we met. "Legend has it that there are treasures, but after digging many places, we still haven't found any."    

    

So the ruins of the ancient city used to be called the White Horse City tomorrow. It was a very strange name.    

    

"What's next?" "What did he say after that?"    

    

Syrani continued to flip through, "There are some large sacrificial ceremonies and celebrations, and there are also some important people's descriptions, such as princes and princesses. "This, look at this." She pointed to a woman in the last few pages, and laughed: "The legendary Princess Young-mei, Zhu Xuanyue. From the name, you should be able to guess that she's a Han like you, right? Hehe, my grandmother likes her the most, so she often tells me stories about the Princess Young-mei. "    

    

His surname was Zhu, so wasn't he surnamed the same as the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty? And she's a princess, Xia Lei immediately thought of the compass that came from the Ming Dynasty. His mind also started to work as he connected the various characters, events, and key items one by one. It was as if his brain had drawn up a diagram of the coexistence of characters, events, and objects. However, the diagram was still too blurry to see clearly.    

    

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about?" Syrani looked at Xia Lei with a smile, as if he was looking at a boiled sweet potato, and looked like he wanted to eat him.    

    

"Uh, nothing." Xia Lei regained his senses and asked: "What else is written in the book? About this Princess Young-mei, and your grandmother, what stories did she tell you about this Princess Young-mei? Tell me, I want to know. "    

    

"I'm hungry." Syrani pouted her cherry lips and said coquettishly. Although she was the strongest Sharpshooter in the White Huns Tribe and had killed many people, she was still an eighteen year old girl in front of Xia Lei.    

    

Xia Lei peeled a sweet potato for her and fed it to her. He had inadvertently discovered an important clue. What Syrani knew was too important to him, let alone feeding her, he could even help her take a bath.    

    

Syrani smiled sweetly as she ate the sweet potato that Xia Lei had fed to her.    

    

"Tell me." Xia Lei urged.    

    

"My grandma ?" Before she could finish her sentence, she choked.    

    

Xia Lei hurriedly patted her chest and helped her swallow his saliva. With a pat, the object he was smacking began to ripple dramatically, creating a beautiful scene. As a result, the diagram in his brain turned into a diagram of two circular objects, leaving him at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.    

    

"The book said that the White Horse City was built by the Princess Young-mei tomorrow. It had taken her ten years to grow old in this city, but there was no record of her grave. The book says it's ominous, and no one knows it. "    

    

"Why would the Princess Young-mei come here to build a city?" Xia Lei was very curious.    

    

Syrani shook her head, "Previously, I asked my grandmother the same question. My grandmother said that because of love, she fell in love with a prince of the Huns, but in the end, they were not together. It was a sad and beautiful love story, but I don't believe that the story of the princess and prince is the most unreliable. "    

    

But Xia Lei didn't think so. Many historical events were not necessarily true, because history was always written by the victors. On the other hand, the folklore was not necessarily false, because many folklore was actually the truth of historical events.    

    

"Syrani, can you help me translate this book into Pashtu? I want to see." Xia Lei was not satisfied with Syrani's random translation. He wanted to know more, so he needed to find more clues.    

    

"I hate reading books, but I can get someone to translate for you. There are actually cultured people in our tribe." Syrani said with a smile.    

    

"En, thank you. I'll feed you another sweet potato." Xia Lei fawningly picked up a sweet potato.    

    

Syrani's eyes were watery and her voice was soft, "No, I don't want this sweet potato. I want yours."    

    

The sweet potato in Xia Lei's hand fell on his crotch.