C63 (1/2)

Snow mountains. Many towering snow mountains were called divine mountains by the foreign forces, and they had to be worshipped from afar. The pious clan members would prostrate themselves in worship around the divine mountain, and with every step, they would kneel down, expressing their devotion and reverence.

The bonfire was rising and the aroma of roasting meat was spreading in the air, attracting everyone's appetite.

The Huns were mostly engaged in animal husbandry, so their food, clothing, living, and production were all inseparable from the livestock.

”The vulgarity of the Huns is to eat the meat of their animals, drink their juice, and skin.” The meat they ate, in addition to the livestock they raised, was also the prey they hunted.

The Huns were also very well-developed in hunting. Usually, they would graze and hunt beasts to make a living.

”Searing Mo Xie, roasting him all, cutting him with a blade of his own, and doing what Hu Mo did.” The whole animal was roasted and then sliced up with a knife.

Roast the reared livestock or hunted prey over a fire and sprinkle it with seasoning and salt. If it was exquisite then it would be sprinkled with various spices. The spices would fuse with the aroma of the roast meat. Even if he wasn't hungry he would salivate as he smelled the aroma.

Simply put, it was only sprinkled with some salt. The meat that was thus roasted tasted more primitive and less fragrant.

Yue Chan Juan had never seen such a way of eating. She sat by the campfire curiously, watching the Huns singing and dancing around her.

Most of the Huns were good at singing and dancing. Perhaps it was because they were close to the big moon branch, so everyone was very excited. They were also a lot less prepared. They sang loudly beside the bonfire, dancing to their heart's content.

The exotic scenery opened up Yue Chan's eyes. Their songs were high-pitched and clear like the spring water flowing on a snowy mountain. Although he didn't quite understand what they were singing, he was unknowingly infected by their emotions.

Their dance, warm and unrestrained, full of feelings, bold and warm.

Next to the bonfire, they used the short knife on their waists to cut off the uncooked meat. Blood flowed from the tip of the knife and fingers, and just like that, they stuffed the half-cooked meat into their mouths, laughing loudly as if they were unspeakably happy.

They raised their glasses and drank heartily because it was cold outside, and all of them carried wineskins on their waists, not to drink, but to keep out the cold.

”Do you like it?”

Tuoba Fei sat cross-legged on his fox fur coat as he looked at the bonfire that extinguished Yue Chan's impeccable appearance. Under his veil, he could not help but be captivated by her lovable dreams.

”They are all very straightforward and bold, unlike the people of the Central Plains.”

When could they be like them, carefree and unrestrained? They did not have to worry about formalities and endless scheming and fighting in the midst of this vast world. Singing and dancing, galloping and galloping at full speed?

Her breathing was still rapid and her heart was beating wildly. This kind of breathless beauty still tightly restrained her. Fortunately, after taking the pill Tuoba Fei gave her, she was able to endure it. She turned her gaze towards Tuoba Fei. Under the firelight, his expression was calm and a bit gentle.

He still had that faint smile on his face as he watched his clansmen and subordinates dance and sing.

”Princess, the most beautiful princess of the Great Kang. You are the snow lotus on the snowy mountain, the Gesun flower on the prairie. ”You are the brightest star in the sky, the fairy-like woman. I offer my best flesh from this plateau to you as a tribute. May your beauty last forever.”

The enthusiasm of the Huns and their directness, so plain, were sung without fear.

A Hun, wearing a fine fox fur coat, with a mink tail around his neck, exuded a noble aura. ”Although his words were straightforward and his gaze was fiery, the valiant aura he exuded, as well as the fine leather clothes he wore and the gold ornaments he wore, made Yue Chan understand that his status was not low at all.

”This is the general of the Great Moon Branch. He is a brave warrior of the Great Moon Branch.”

”Prince Xian of the Left is the great hero of the Huns.”

He bowed once again to Yue Chanjuan and offered up the bloody meat in his hand. The Huns were usually rude and rude, and even to Tuoba Fei, the Prince of the Left, they only bowed and did not kneel.

Yue Chanjuan looked at the meat in Huhe's hand. Indeed, it was as he had said, the meat that was the most fatty and the most beautiful.

It was plump, with traces of white fat and fat. It was steaming hot.