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"This is my home. You can stay here from now on." Tengger walked in front and suddenly turned to look at Cen Xue and said.

Cen Xue was only stunned for a moment, but she did not reply him. Seeing him walk in, she hurriedly followed behind him.

"F * * k, you're finally back …" Tung had just entered when a woman in red clothes ran out and rushed into his arms.

Tengger pushed away the woman who had thrown herself into his arms and looked at her with even more disgust. He said in a cold voice, "Miss Lin is an esteemed guest that I have invited back. You should properly make arrangements."

"Yes." The lady in red turned her gaze towards Cen Xue but Cen Xue was wearing a veil so she was unable to see Cen Xue's appearance.

In someone else's world, Cen Xue was naturally polite. She bowed slightly towards the woman in red and said in a soft voice, "I'll have to trouble you more in the future."

"There's no need for that. Khan has invited back an esteemed guest, so there's no need to be negligent. Miss Lin, please sit and have a cup of tea. I will go and have the room tidied up." The woman had a coquettish smile on her face, but Cen Xue could tell from her smile that she was serious.

When Tung had come in, she had thrown herself into his arms, and it seemed that the woman was Tung's wife, or one of his many women, and she was angry at herself for seeing her man bring other women back from the outside, but she did not dare to say it out loud.

"Cen Xue, sit down. We need to rest for the night. Tomorrow morning, I will bring you to the depths of the valley to find Old Man Wu." Tengger sat in his seat as the maid invited Cen Xue to sit and bring her a cup of tea.

The woman from before had been completely ignored by Tung, and as if she felt very uncomfortable, she turned around and left the hall, walking inside.

"Tung, is that your wife?" Cen Xue could not help but ask.

Tung put down his tea, thought for a moment, then answered: "I am not married. Her name is Redsnow. She is just one of my concubines."

"Oh …" Cen Xue could understand why that woman disliked her so much.

Brother Tung had not yet taken his wife. She must have thought that in the future, he would come back with a woman from another race or tribe. She was afraid that he would not be able to protect his position!

After resting for a while, the woman returned to the hall. She was still smiling as she brought Cen Xue to the room she had arranged, but Han made it clear that she was his esteemed guest.

After a few days of travel, they were finally able to find a place to sleep. After dinner, Cen Xue replied early to her room, and Redsnow had prepared a bath and some clothes for her. The valley was humid and cold, and the clothes she brought were not enough to keep her warm.

After soaking in the hot water, Cen Xue let all the maids out and took a bath alone in her room. In reality, she was afraid that her face would scare them. Looking at her reflection on the surface of the water, her nose started to ache; was this really her, Lin Cen Xue?

Even if she slept now, she didn't dare sleep too deeply, for fear that someone would come into her room and see her like this.

In Tung's room, Redsnow was wiping Tung's back. She wanted to ask who the woman was, but she was afraid that Khan would scold her, so she didn't dare ask.

"Khan, are you going to take Miss Lin to see old man Wu tomorrow?" Redsnow remembered that they said they were going into the valley, so she asked him.

"En, Cen Xue's face is injured, that's why I brought her back to find old man Wu for help." Tung answered offhandedly.

"Oh, so that's the case. That Khan must be careful tomorrow. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the mountain roads are very slippery. You must be careful." Redsnow finally understood the reason. So, that woman was not a khan like woman. As long as she wasn't a khan like woman, anything was fine. Hehe …

She had been beside the khan for two years. During these two years, the khan had had many concubines, but she was the only woman who could remain by his side. Sooner or later, the position of the khan would belong to her.

"Khan, where are you sleeping tonight?" Redsnow was wiping his back with one hand and stroking him with the other.

Tung had not been with her for a day or two, so of course he knew what she was thinking, but he had no interest in her now, and his eyes were closed, and his face was expressionless as he replied: "I'm tired from the last trip. I need a good rest."

Hong Xue was rejected by him. With an unwilling expression on her face, she could only obediently accompany him in her bath before returning to her room to rest.

Cen Xue fell asleep the moment she touched the bed. It had been a long time since she last slept comfortably, but she was still very careful. Before sleeping, she tightly closed the window, locked the door from the inside, and even brought a stool over to the door.

Under the same night sky, Cen Xue had already fallen asleep. The man who had been worrying about her day and night was unable to close his eyes.

He had sent out so many people and searched for so many days, but there wasn't even the slightest bit of information. How could he still sleep? By the time he returned to the room where the two of them had spent their days together, everything had changed. If it wasn't for the fact that he was worried about her and didn't believe her, nothing would have happened afterwards. It was all his fault …

No matter what he said now, it could no longer make up for Cen Xue's injuries from before. He lay on the bed and stared blankly at the curtains. Was Cen Xue's heart broken and pained that night?

On the morning of the third day, Tung ordered his men to prepare everything so that he could bring Cen Xue into the depths of the gorge to find Old Man Wu.

The sun was going down when they arrived at Old Man Wu's place. The group of six Tengger carried Cen Xue onto his horse, and let her sit in front of him. They seemed to have a very intimate relationship.

In Redsnow's eyes, all of this seemed too dazzling no matter how one looked at it. If one were to say that there was no relation between them, then she would not believe it!

Cen Xue, who was protected by her, looked at Hong Xue's hateful gaze and whispered to Tengge, "Brother Tengger, I think it's better if I ride on my own horse or ride on the horses of other guards."

When Tengger heard her words, he looked towards Redsnow who was riding on the horse. It turned out that she had caused Cen Xue to have misgivings in her heart.

"It's fine. Sit tight. We are about to set off." When he comes back from his father's place, he will throw the woman out. "

"Ah …" Before Cen Xue could react, the horse started galloping.

Hong Xue didn't dare to say anything. She could only forcefully swallow it down. As she watched them flirtatiously leave on their horses …

The group of people followed the small road into the depths of the valley. There was originally no road here, but after a long time, they finally arrived at the canyon.

In such close proximity, Cen Xue could feel the smell of his body being sucked into her nose. This smell could not be described as anything other than the smell of rotting death. When they first met on the street, she had already sensed it.

Although Tung was not as handsome and resolute as Helian Lie, he had his own special traits. Especially his eyes, Cen Xue had found out several times when she looked at him that his eyes would occasionally glow with a blue light. Perhaps this was due to his clan's bloodline, but it was just like a foreign race.

After walking for two hours, Cen Xue could feel that it was getting colder and colder. She could not help but retreat further and further under his cloak, and the deathly aura became denser. However, compared to the bone-chilling cold wind, she was still able to endure this.

Tung saw that she had shrunk into a ball, and deliberately pulled up her hair. Her slender body covered him, and as a man with a strong body, he had lived in this environment for nearly thirty years.

"Thank you …" Cen Xue felt warmth behind her back and softly said.

"Sit still, the road ahead is a bit harder to walk on." Tung ignored her thanks and reminded her to sit down.

Cen Xue sat down in front of him. Not long after, they arrived at a relatively steep section of the road. The weather inside was getting colder and colder, so there was frost all over the road and the ground was covered with a thin layer of ice.

This horse was Tung's mount, its name was "Anadada", and it seemed to understand its master's meaning very well. He slowly walked along this ice road, and by the time they had crossed it, it was already noon, and not far in front of them, they could see the cave where Wu Dai lived.

After travelling for a bit faster, the group of six finally arrived at Wu Dai's cave. Tengger told the other four to stay outside the cave and start a fire to keep warm while he brought Cen Xue into the cave to find his father.

Cen Xue followed behind Tung. This cave was eerie and gave off an aura of death. It was the same feeling Tung gave off, 'Death'.

"Dad, are you there?" Tent reached out to hold her back, afraid that she might lose her way behind him.

The deeper they went into the cave, the more spacious it became. There were all kinds of skeletons hanging on the walls of the cave. They were all bones of cattle, but looking at them from such a short distance still made her somewhat afraid.

"Brother Tung, is father not at home?" After a long while, when there was no response, Cen Xue timidly asked him.

"Impossible, if that old man didn't have something especially important, he wouldn't have left the cave. Furthermore, look, the torches on the wall and the coal in the stove are burning so vigorously. If you were in his place, would you still be able to keep the torches and charcoal burning? " Tung pointed to the lighted torches on the wall and the charcoal analysis of the heating ovens.

Cen Xue nodded; what he said made sense.

"Big Khan, you've come to welcome us, father." At this moment, an old man's voice came from a dim cave.

Cen Xue looked over in that direction and saw an old man around seventy years old. His face was full of wrinkles, but his body looked strong. Step by step, he walked out of the dark cave.

"Father is too polite. I have come today to ask for a favor. I hope father can help out." Tung did not beat around the bush with him, making his intentions clear with a single sentence.