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Stepping through the land mixed with yellow sand and dry mud seems to have crossed a boundary line. Liu Xu sat on horseback with a heavy sigh of relief. Finally, it was near Liangbiancheng, and Xirong camped not far from them. In this sensitive period, it is better not to be too high-profile.
After noon, the sunshine in winter is not so cruel, but it is time for the dry evil wind to show its talents. He raised his hand to cover his forehead and looked at the next sun. He turned to look as he counted the time. Xiaoyou is still leisurely, and Zhao Ning is still lukewarm. Seeing him looking at herself, she raised her whip, patted her ass and took the lead in walking forward.
"Liu Gongzi, with all due respect, what happened between you and my sister?" Xiaoyou gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse obediently carried him to Liu Xu's side.
"How do I know the princess is like that ..." Liu Xu pursed her lips, looked at the black figure and whispered, "It's so elusive."
On that day, Zhao Ning had galloped away, but he turned back halfway and asked him for a map, saying that he was going to Tashi City. What Liu Xu knows is the boundary of Xirong, the most terrible ghost town in legend. He doesn't want to interfere in her affairs, but after all, he is an open monarch. If he hadn't met him, he would have done it. If he knew, how could he stand by and watch? ...