In order to find back those n of Tu Ya, nearly the entire tribe had mobilized.
Dong Huiying heard the chaotic noise outside, and lifted the curtain to step out of the felt tent.
Hong Xiangjun lived in the felt tent next to hers.
"What’s happening?"
Dong Huiying asked Hong Xiangjun. Hong Xiangjun also looked utterly confused, "I don’t know either?" Later, the two saw Hulan, stopped her, and learned about Bazak leading those n of Tu Ya on a suicidal mission.
Dong Huiying: "..." She was completely stunned!
Hong Xiangjun also showed a face of surprise, "I thought you all here were very open-minded?" After all, there had been precedents of husband swapping.
Hulan choked up, "That’s just so people," whether for whatever reason, husband swapping, ant that as a husband, one had not pleased his mistress well, being undervalued by his wife, abandoned by his wife. Anyone with even a little bit of self-respect couldn’t accept such an insult.
Husband swapping, while sowhat common, was also uncommon, especially since Bazak was deeply rooted in love with Tu Ya—how could he bear such a thing.
Hong Xiangjun sighed incessantly over this, and Hulan, too busy finding people and not wanting to linger, quickly left.
Dong Huiying sighed, "It’s also pitiful."
But actually, the only one who wanted to seek death was Bazak alone. The others had a different attitude.
In the midst of the desert, yellow dust whirls.
Among these dozen n, apart from Bazak, everyone else carried a small bundle.
"Let’s part ways here," one of them said: "Tu Ya... I originally thought she was just domineering. I used to find that kind of temperant quite cute, but now... The world is vast, there will always be a place for ."
Another said, "I’ve prepared so cals and brought enough provisions. I’m thinking of going to Dajin, that place is our n’s sanctuary. I’ve heard there that n have several wives and concubines, won are obedient and virtuous, not like in Dayuan, nor like the Desert."
"I’m thinking the sa," soone agreed.
So looked towards Zhongtu, "I want to travel to Dayuan; I was born in the Desert, raised in the Desert, never having left this land of yellow sand. I want to see a different landscape."
In the end, these dozen or so n split into two groups, with most choosing to go to Dajin, and a few wanting to try their luck in Dayuan.
Before they left.
"Bazak, co with us!"
"Yeah, Tu Ya is just heartless!"
"Husband swapping? To put it nicely, it’s exchanging husbands, but to be blunt, she never took us seriously, treating us like cats and dogs? Stroking us when she likes, kicking us away when she doesn’t, or just throwing us out of the house?"
"Bazak, she’s not worth your love!"
Bazak smiled, "You go ahead, I’d like to stay."
The group tried to persuade him again and again to no avail, as Bazak’s mind was made up.
This departure, separated by vast waters and mountains, might also an parting in life and death.
"Then... take care!"
There was really nothing else to say.
Before long, only Bazak was left here.
He faced the yellow sand of the Desert Outside, looking up at the gloomy sky, and what he thought about was the first ti he saw Tu Ya, her laughter charming him like the tinkling of silver bells.
One glance was a lifeti.
It’s just a pity that this love was ultimately misguided.
He could endure her fickleness, he could watch her bring one man after another back to the tribe, but he could not endure her being so heartless.
To let go, just like that, without even a mont’s hesitation.
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