Guide To Save The Yandere Villains Chapter 137: Don’t pick up your highness on the side of the road (2)

The night in the grassland was very cold, and the rapid loss of blood made Si Tu's vision gradually blurred.

The horse ran extremely fast, and in less than half an hour it completely threw off the pursuers.

And Si Tu also fell off his horse gloriously, and fell on the side of a low bush.

Blood dripped down the sand from her fingertips, and there seemed to be flames flickering not far away.

If there is fire, it means there are people.

Si Tu pinched his thigh hard, keeping his consciousness clear.

But within a few steps, she fell to the ground.

Dawn is approaching, the dawn reappears, and a team of people is walking not far away.

"Hey, that looks like a dead person."

Tuo Sahe reined in quickly so that the horse's hoof would not step on her.

"There's nothing strange about dead people. Weng has been fighting here recently, which is normal."

Although the young man said so, he still got off his horse to check.

After all, it is a human life, and it must be saved if it can be saved.

"You still took me this way during the war."

Tuo Sahe complained in a low voice, but he regretted his life very much.

Gripping the corner of her clothes, Jebe turned her over, sniffed again,

"It's not dead, it's still alive."

Looking at her purple lips from the cold, Zhebie quickly took off the wolf fur cloak on his body and covered her with it.

"What a poor girl."

Tuo Sahe raised his thick eyebrows, "How do you know she is a girl?"

He looked like a young man, his hair was **** high like a man from the Central Plains.

Zhebie poked her tender cheek with his fingertips, and laughed,

"She looks so good-looking, she must be a girl."

Tuo Sahe couldn't see the bright smile on his highness.

It's really silly and sweet.

Embracing Situ on the horse, Jebe whipped his whip, and walked like the Chahar tribe, ignoring Tuo Sahe's shouting behind him.

"Please, that's a girl from the Central Plains!"

Didn't Changshengtian warn you not to pick people up on the grassland casually?

And especially the Central Plains people!

Less than three kilometers ahead is the headquarters of the Chahar Tribe, which is the fire that Situ saw last night.

But now she does not know that she will actually be taken to Chahar.

The jolt of the horse's back caused Si Tu's wound to burst open again, causing her to gasp in pain.

Si Tu opened his eyes bewilderedly, and what he saw was the young man's smooth and handsome chin, as well as the tall nose bridge.

He is wearing a felt hat covered with gems of various colors, which looks extremely luxurious.

The cold wind was blocked by the wolf fur cloak, raging on the young man's broad shoulders, blocking the cold wind for her.

Zhebie felt a blazing gaze, looked down, the corners of his mouth curled up,

"You're awake, I'll take you to my Aunt, he must be able to heal your injuries."

He, A Weng, is the most powerful Khan on the grassland, so he can definitely help him cure her.

The young man made a vow, his eyes were full of bright stars, more beautiful than any gemstone Si Tu had ever seen.

It's a pity that she passed out before she could appreciate the beauty.

"Ah, I'm dizzy again, are all Central Plains women so delicate and frail?"

However, it is quite comfortable to hold.

Zhebe whipped his horsewhip and picked up his speed again.

The people of the Chahar tribe naturally knew the little prince of Jiuli, the grandson of Khan Mengen, and greeted him one after another.

"My cousin has grown stronger after a few days."

Zhebe joked kindly, knowing everything here very well.

Hesta Cha'er swung the one-meter-long half-moon axe, and walked towards him with a body that was nearly two meters swaying.

"Khan knows that you are coming, and is already waiting for you in the king's account."

The aroma of buttered tea and the smell of roasted leg of lamb came from the tent, and Jebe patted him on the shoulder on horseback,

"I know that Ah Weng treats me the best, so let's come together when my cousin is done with work."

Good things should be shared together, he remembers all the truths his mother taught him.

Heshi Cha'er looked at Si Tu on the horseback, frowned, and said in a rough voice,

"Little prince, you should know that Chahar does not welcome foreigners."

Even other friendly tribes need the Khan's permission to enter.

And Jebe knew Chahar's rules well, tilted his head and smiled,

"This is the slave I just bought, it's mine."

The little prince's smile was particularly contagious, even the two-meter-tall Cha'er couldn't stand it, and waved his hand to indicate that he had passed the test.

But whether this slave can stay in Chahar still needs the permission of the Khan.

Holding the man in his arms, Jebe called out to the witch doctor in the tribe,

"Wudutai, come and show her, she is seriously injured."

Zhebie looked worriedly at Situ's bleeding wound.

If such a good-looking person dies, he will be very sad.

"This is an arrow wound, just apply some herbs."

Wu Dutai is very good at treating such wounds, and the herbal medicine is ready after a while.

"Then when will she wake up?"

Zhebie opened his bright eyes, looking at her expectantly.

He really wanted to hear her voice, it must be very nice, just like the most singing lark on the grassland.

"Heh, after entering the Chahar Department, instead of coming to me first, I went to the witch doctor first."

Meng En expressed a little jealousy, and his little prince didn't even remember him.

Opening the curtain, Meng En strode in.

Zhebie didn't see him for a long time, so he rushed to his side immediately,

"How could it be? My concubine always taught me that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I'm doing it for Aong."

Meng En doesn't like him, pretending to be angry,

"Hmph, don't fool me with the people from the Central Plains. It's definitely not good for you to come."

Meng is well aware of his personality, so he must have come to Chahar to avoid marriage.

"Aunt, I miss you so much."

Anyway, let's make Aunt happy first, as for the marriage with Da Zhou, we can delay it as long as we can.

He has never seen the Third Highness who is making money, why should he marry her?

Isn't the little slave you just picked up delicious?

Meng En is very helpful to Zhe's closeness, but he still has a serious look on his face,

"Let me tell you, if Jiuli comes to ask for someone, I won't cover you."

Of course Jebe knows that Meng En is a knife-mouthed and bean-curd heart. With his words, he is safe for the time being.

"Awon is the best, by the way, I bought a little slave to take with me, Awon won't mind."

Zhebie blinked his eyes, looking a bit coquettish.

"Your person, just take care of yourself."

He is a slave after all, how big a storm he can stir up.

Mun En didn't take this matter to heart at all.

"Alright then, Ah Weng, I'll go down and rest first."

Zhebie ran away without a trace.

He is still in a hurry to go back and apply medicine to her, the wound on her body can't be delayed.

As for the delicious food in the tent, Tuo Zhahe will bring it back for him.

"Hey, this brat."

Seeing Jebe leaving quickly, Meng En stomped his feet in anger.

"The next time I catch him, I will definitely give him a beating."

Wu Dutai on the side said, I will just quietly watch you speak harshly.