As she said that, she looked at Arshan again with complex eyes, "My body will only be touched by one man in this life. If he doesn't touch it, then no one can touch it!"

"..."

Arshan lowered his head and avoided his sister's gaze.

His eyes were lowered, and he held the jewelry cup in his right hand. He gently rubbed the red gemstone inlaid on the surface with his thumb, and said softly: "Mei Dolam, next month, I will hold a wedding ceremony with Mu Linglan of the Mu family.

, she will be my first queen, and I hope you can come and attend.

Just as I, as an elder brother, gave you my blessing on your marriage back then, I also hope that my marriage will receive my sister’s blessing..."

"winter!"

Before Arshan finished speaking, Medolam picked up the wine bottle on the table with an expressionless face and hit him hard on the head, making a clear sound.

The Beimang Khan's head was naturally fine.

However, this silver hip flask had a deep concave mark directly on it.

"You'd better not send me invitations."

Medolam turned around and left with a cold face, "Otherwise, your wedding will become that Mulinglan's funeral!"

…

…

dusk.

The fiery red sunset hangs high in the sky, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreads to the heaven and earth.

Outside Beimang King City, deep in a certain vineyard, next to a shelf of purple and green grape vines, there was an old woman with gray hair lying on a rocking chair, covered with a blue blanket, closed

Close your eyes and bask in the sun quietly.

There are already wrinkles on her face, and there is a gentle kindness between her eyebrows. It is not difficult to tell that she must have been an unparalleled beauty in the world when she was young.

Time never defeats beauty.

"Um?"

Suddenly, the old woman seemed to notice something, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

It was a pair of still clear brown eyes, reflecting the figure of an old man in white.

"ha……"

The old woman looked at the old man who suddenly appeared, with a gentle smile on her face, "So, you are so old too."

"People will grow old."

The old man in white moved a small stool from the side and sat next to the old woman's rocking chair.

"Am I ugly now?"

The old woman raised her right hand tremblingly, first glanced at the skinny arm like old tree bark, and then touched her face, which was no longer smooth, with a dark look in her eyes.

"No."

The old man shook his head gently, and then said with a smile: "It's still beautiful, just like when I was a child."

"You are still as good at coaxing people as you were when you were a kid."

When the old woman heard this, she couldn't help but smile.

Next, the brother and sister, who were already old, said nothing more. They just bathed in the afterglow of dusk and quietly enjoyed the peaceful and beautiful time.

Until the sun sets in the west and is about to disappear completely on the horizon of the grassland.

"Brother, give me the Immortal Pill."

Suddenly, the old woman looked at the sunset that was about to disappear and said softly.

"No more two years to live?"

the old man asked softly.

"No."

The old woman shook her head gently and smiled, "Instead of lingering in this old and incompetent posture, why not die directly? At least, I can show you how beautiful I looked when I was young before I die?"

"You have never changed in my eyes."

The old man looked at her with a very serious expression, "In my eyes, you will always be the little girl who only followed me and cried. Forever, forever."

The old woman said nothing more, just looked at him with a smile on her face.

The old man also completely understood the other party's intention, took out a vermilion pill from the space necklace, and gently put it into the old woman's mouth.

This elixir melts in the mouth, forming a stream of red light in the blink of an eye, filling every inch of flesh and blood on the old woman's body, forcibly activating the alien blood in her body, allowing her alien blood, which has been weakened by aging, to regain its final strength.

.

This is essentially a kind of "reflection" caused by external stimulation.

The external manifestation is...restoring youth.

This decrepit old woman is rejuvenating herself at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, she has transformed from a skinny old woman with wrinkles on her face to a white-skinned woman.

Beautiful young beauty.

"Long time no see, my flower princess."

The old man looked at her and smiled slightly.

Medolam seemed a little shy, covering his mouth and smiling softly.

"..."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and then Medolam said: "Brother, after I die, bury me in the tomb of our Nala royal family, okay?"

"This is against the rules."

The old man looked hesitant and said, "As a woman, you should be buried in Nabatu's family mausoleum after your death."

"Irregular?"

Medolam couldn't help but smile, "But, brother, I remember that you haven't followed any family rules in your life, right?"

"All right."

The old man was speechless, and in the end he had no choice but to smile and nod, "It's just that we can't do it openly. It would be an insult to Na Batu's family. Do you understand?"

"certainly."

Hearing this, Medolam lowered his eyes, and a bit of guilt suddenly appeared in his clear and moist eyes, "In this life, I have already done a lot to Batu Liang, and I can no longer let his family

Also humiliated."

"..."

In this regard, the old man was silent.

"besides."

Medoramu looked at him again and said softly: "Don't engrave my real name on the real coffin after my death, just leave it with Nabatu.

Well, just carve the name "Meduolamu". Anyway, you have called me that since you were a child.

In addition, my coffin needs a beautiful transparent crystal coffin, and it also needs to be paved inside..."

"Wait wait wait!"

When the old man heard this, he quickly interrupted, "Medulam, you are a grassland person. No matter whether you or I have half of the Daluo blood in our bodies, we are all grassland people. A person's identity should not be judged by blood, but by blood.

It's based on behavior.

You and I have been living according to the way of the prairie people all our lives.

Indeed, in recent years, it has become very popular for Daluo ladies to take the Immortal Pill to restore their youth, and then be buried in a transparent crystal coffin, leaving their descendants with the beautiful appearance of an incorruptible corpse.

But you can’t, Medolam, you are a grassland person, and you should also know very well that according to the tradition of our grassland people, we cannot be buried in this kind of transparent crystal coffin. If you insist on a crystal coffin, I can help you.

Find something opaque..."

"No."

Before the old man could finish speaking, Medolam shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "I just want to be transparent, because I want you to visit me often after I die, and you must be able to see me."

"Medolam."

The old man looked at her, his face darkened, "I said, no..."

"elder brother."

Medolam interrupted the Beimang Khan again, "You have never allowed me to be willful a few times in my life. Let me be willful once. Just this time. You have never been a stickler for tradition anyway."

Guys, why do I have to follow tradition?"

"I……"

The old man was speechless for a moment and sighed helplessly, "So, the elder brother still has to be a role model. If he can't set a good example, he will have to let his sister follow suit."

Hearing this, Medoramu suddenly smiled and his eyes turned into crescent moons.
To be continued...