Qinghuan felt very tired, I don't know if it was too long or what's going on, just rubbed her forehead, and another one fell on the wall of the carriage, it turned out to be in the carriage, but the carriage was fast, I don't know where to go, and there was no one around, she quickly sat up and wanted to shout loudly, but she couldn't make a sound, her head was painful and heavy, and finally she couldn't hold it and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was in a dark and gloomy cellar, Qing Huan sat up and looked around carefully, isn't this the cellar in Zhao Yan'er's small courtyard?

Qing Huan kept thinking: Why did I come here? Did someone get me......

Chapter 115 of "Crossing the Floating World": The front line is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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