Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 191 Old Vladimir
"There are probably more than ten people. Those little bastards are always running around in the mountains." Old Vladimir said.

In the room, the warm yellow light softened everything.

The pancakes in the pot on the stove were sizzling, and the aroma of noodles enveloped the whole room, making this place more beautiful than the dream in a bedtime story.

Yelina sat on a small bench, stirring vegetable soup with a long stick.

Knowing the number of people on the other side gave Wu Qi more confidence, but he knew that he couldn't show it, he couldn't let his brother take risks, and he had to confirm that this person was not lying.

The people in the house were chatting away, and the warm light made everyone relax involuntarily, as if they had returned to their hometown, to their cozy cabin.

Outside the house, a cold wind was blowing, howling in the forest and on the grass, as if it were a beast more ferocious than a tiger.

The weeds with only a shallow layer of green on the ground were tilted left and right by the wind, as if they were embarrassed and innocent children.

The wind is getting stronger and colder, and wherever his roar passes, no one does not tremble, no one does not tremble.

It seems to be the king of this wilderness, the supreme king, and it holds power in its hands that makes anyone tremble.

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A silvery light, enough to light up the heaven and earth, flickered in this world.

It looked weak, but it was terrifying. It struck the huge tree hugged by three people, and the top of the tree was already scorched black. The flames brought by its light seemed to be able to burn out everything, and in the wind The power is getting stronger and stronger.

The trees swayed in the wind, desperate in the flames. The light used the trees themselves as fuel, and the flames seemed to never burn out.

The entire tree died in the flames, and the wind continued to howl in the wilderness and outside the house.

The wind dancing in the wilderness seemed to be looking for the next prey, but at the next moment, a rumble that seemed to wake up the world sounded in the wilderness.

The voice was extremely loud and powerful, as if it were a tenor singing solo between heaven and earth, high-pitched and powerful.

What followed him was a torrential downpour.

The raindrops fell from the sky and fell.

It seems that all the rain in the world will be poured here, as if the water god no longer has mercy on the people who worship him.

The big raindrops seemed to hit the ground forever, making a crisp sound.

Countless raindrops fell, and the sound was like a symphony, or...a concerto.

In a world where great musicians have yet to be born, the world plays its own solo.

It was a hearty performance, and it was a night that would be remembered by everyone in that warm wooden house.

The warm yellow light stayed on until the night ended.

(To be honest, I feel that my description of the environment has improved a lot. Wry smile, although no one is watching.)
There are only two rooms in the hut, and there are only two beds in total.

Yelena's room is in the innermost part, and outside is old Vladimir's room.

They are not so shameless as to fight for a bed with someone else's house.Moreover, there were more than a dozen of them. Wu Qi and others planned to find a place to sit and lean on each other in this room, and spend the night peacefully.

"You and I will share a room." Old Vladimir said. He frowned, looked around among their group, and finally stared directly at Wuqi, as if he was in great danger.

"Okay." Wu Qi was stunned for a moment, then readily agreed.

He was not afraid of old Vladimir's schemes. With his skills, he could at least hold a stick of incense on old Vladimir's body. By then, his brothers had long since woken up with knives.

And now Wuqi mainly wonders if old Vladimir has something he wants to say to him alone.

He quickly followed old Vladimir to the back room. Before leaving, Wu Qi gave a brisk gesture to his brothers, telling them not to worry.

Old Vladimir's room was very simple and a little messy, but mostly it contained some tanned animal skins and some stacked wooden boxes.Wu Qi took a vague glance and saw that the box was mostly filled with debris, such as unused sawdust or strange stones.

While Wu Qi was looking around the room, old Vladimir took off his thick coat and walked towards Wu Qi with a somewhat unkind expression.

"Don't take advantage of Yelena."

Old Vladimir's voice was very deep, like the growl of a brown bear, full of threats and vigilance.

Wu Qi was frightened by Old Vladimir's warning. He forced a calm voice and said indifferently: "Of course, I don't like that little girl."

Old Vladimir's sharp eyes scanned Wu Qi's face. In this man, Wu Qi seemed to see his own authoritative and stern father. This thought made him frown subconsciously.

How could a rural farmer deserve to be compared with his father, Shanyu, the greatest hero of Qingyi?

While Wu Qi was still struggling with this, Old Vladimir let Wu Qi go. He looked away from Wu Qi and said with a sneer and threat: "It's best this way."

Wu Qi shrugged and began to unbutton his coat, preparing to take a good rest.

Of course, he couldn't sleep deeply this time because he had to be wary of old Vladimir. If the old man went crazy and strangled him to death in the middle of the night, he had to have room to react instead of being a sleeping dead man. .

Wu Qi lay on the bed and suddenly felt the bones of his whole body creaking, as if the fatigue of so many days was slowly fading away, and his fresh body was gradually regaining its vitality.

Old Vladimir's bed was not big, so the two of them were still a little crowded together when they lay down.

After all, old Vladimir was huge and took up two-thirds of the entire bed when he lay down.

But no matter what, Wu Qi could only hold his nose and sleep. It was already good to have a bed in this violent storm. Now was not the time to complain.

After everyone had a good night's sleep, the sun shined brightly outside the house the next day, and it was another good day.

When Wu Qi packed up his clothes and got up, old Vladimir had already gone out to hoe the fields.

The climate here was extremely cold. Although it was just the turn of autumn and winter, the biting cold wind did not conceal its cruelty. Wherever it passed, whether it was the hare running and jumping in the jungle or the strong stag. They couldn't help shaking their fur, trying to find a warm place to hide.

(End of this chapter)