The two men at the front of the team each rode a horse, and Li Tairan, who had not appeared for a long time, was still chic, and he rode the horse on a horse equal to Bo Zeyu.

If it is said that Bo Zeyu is a king's style.

That Li Tairan is like his name, which is calm, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Did my uncle say when he would come back?"

The uncle in Li Tairan's mouth is naturally the current saint Emperor Bo Zhao.

On the bumpy road, Bo Zeyu opened his eyes because of his question, because the BMW he was driving was very familiar with the route to the slum village, and he had always been very relieved to close his eyes and go forward.

If it weren't for Li Tairan's rash questioning, he wouldn't have opened his eyes all the way.

The sharp gaze of an eagle is as sharp as an eagle's heart.

"What did I say wrong?"

With a friendly smile, Li Taeran's voice was as clear as a clear spring.

Bo Zeyu replied coldly, "No." ”

Turn your head.

His cold attitude did not make Li Tairan retreat, but rose to the occasion, "By the way, have you slept well lately?" ”

He began to play the emotional card, hoping that Bo Zeyu would remember the days when they used to drink and have fun together.

"Yes."

But he didn't appreciate it, and replied in a nasal voice without sincerity.

Bringing the atmosphere into awkwardness again.

The prince was suspicious, and even if it was a common word, he would carefully scrutinize it for a long time, so that he no longer knew that Mu Xiaoxiao had suffered from Yan zhòng's insomnia before.

After a long night of sleeplessness, Dr. Yang prescribed him a home remedy and drank heavily.

It was also from that time that he and Li Tairan lingered in Wanhualou.

When Emperor Bo Zhao found out about this, he was furious and locked up the prince for a month.

Unconsciously, the atmosphere in the air became more and more oppressive, and there was no sound at all around.

Bo Zeyu, who was at the forefront on horseback, smelled danger.

The big hand was raised, "Stop." ”

"What's wrong?"

Unaware, Li Tairan grabbed his horse and stepped forward to ask.

Bo Zeyu frowned and glanced around vigilantly.

In his hand, he still holds the sword hanging from his waist.

Feeling in danger, he reached behind his horse, picked up his bow and arrows, and looked around with him.

They came to the heart of the mountains.

Towering woods and rocks block their view.

Outside the radius, a stone rolled down the hill with a crisp sound.

Li Tairan did not hesitate to pull out the bow and arrow, and with the strength of his hand, he pulled the bow out of a full moon.

The arrow from the string shot out quickly, and there was a tendency to break the stone.

A powerful blow knocks down the enemy who is hiding between two rocks.

With a miserable shout, countless bows and arrows rained down on them like a drizzle.

Bo Zeyu waved the sword in his hand to dodge the attack.

Li Tairan, who was armed with a longbow, hid behind his horse, using a good horse as a fortress, waiting for an opportunity to move.

This time they came for disaster relief, and they didn't bring many soldiers.

All the subordinates of the Prince's Mansion had no time to react and died in Jiuquan.

The carriage in which the three girls were sitting suddenly shook violently, and the wheels did not know whether they hit stones or wood, and the carriage, which was moving at a constant speed, suddenly stopped.

There was a hail of bullets outside.

The wooden carriage began to heave violently as it had been shot with a bow and arrow.

A few arrows passed through the window tissue paper and went straight to the three people in the car.

Fortunately, Li Youran practiced martial arts from below and blocked a lot of attacks in the sealed space.

Mu Xiaoxiao and Li Weiran could only hide behind her.

The carriage was closed on three sides, and only the front was covered with a cloth, which was enough to resist for a while with her skill, but it was not a long-term solution.