The north wind is bleak, the black moon is shrouded, and the yellow dust is all over the sky.

Thousands of meters away, under the thick fog, two stone horses, moving their brisk hooves, galloped endlessly, and suddenly leaped from the corner gate on the northwest side of the well courtyard, flew over, and entered a hunting ground in the northwest corner of the mansion.

This hunting ground is connected with the mansion of the mayor.

This is a vast area of private enclosure, a wasteland, in the northwest of the wasteland, there is a desert.

And between the wasteland and the desert, there is a transition zone, which is the Gobi.

The scene here is in great contrast with the mayor's mansion and the surrounding scenes.

It is a vast expanse of loess with sparse vegetation and a lack of water and aridity.

The lonely ridge rises and falls. Due to the long-term erosion of wind and sand, the mountain has weathered and changed color, like a pile of loess, steep on all sides, forming cliffs.

The abrupt and steep Tuhuang mountain ridges, stretching for thousands of miles, are like a god, guarding the vast and boundless earth.

The vast Gobi Desert is covered with coarse sand and gravel, and stepping on it makes a loud noise.

One big and one small, two stone horses, galloping along the Gobi Desert, bold and free.

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At this moment, the two of them are galloping while feeling the charm of nature.

Intoxicated with this kind of free and unrestrained life, Wen Zhuangyuan at this moment can't help but hum a little tune.

The beautiful mellow tone sounds like a treat and tugs at the heartstrings deeply. At this moment, the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan couldn't help but revel in it.

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"You really don't care?" After listening to this little song full of heroic artistic conception, on the big stone horse, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, turned his head, looked at Wen Zhuangyuan, who was riding side by side with him, and asked curiously again.

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"Huh. Wen Zhuangyuan Fu Yi smiled and said in a tactful tone: "In my opinion, he may not be able to hear my voice." Moreover, the fog is so big, how can he be sure that it must be me?"

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When Xiao Yan heard this, he smiled, and had to admire Wen Zhuangyuan's courage and self-confidence.

The two rode more than 1,000 meters, and were immersed in a selfless and selfless state of mind, and suddenly changed.

"Whoosh".

A herald golden arrow, from a distant direction, came through the void, escaped into the void where Wen Zhuangyuan's right palm was, and quickly disappeared into the vast void.

Wen Zhuangyuan's heart froze, and he looked towards the palm of his hand, and there was already a line of true qi words left on it: Hurry back home!

Glancing in the direction where the golden arrow disappeared, Wen Zhuangyuan did not hide that he showed the true qi character on his palm to Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet.

Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, glanced at it and said jokingly, "It seems that you are really in trouble this time." ”

At this moment, Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet, was really anxious for Wen Zhuangyuan.

Wen Zhuangyuan is a follower of the righteous faith, which is in line with the ambition of the Perak puppet Xiao Yan.

Therefore, Wen Zhuangyuan's safety is of great significance to herself or to Xiao Yan, the thunderbolt puppet.

Moreover, Wen Zhuangyuan wore a human skin mask and hid his identity to infiltrate the rear of the Dan clan, and he also had a personal purpose.

Thinking of this, the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan asked again, "Do you really care at all?"

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Wen Zhuangyuan smiled again and asked, "What do you think?"

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When Xiao Yan heard this, he was a little speechless.

He has never liked to speculate on her thoughts, and he prefers to hear what the other party says.

This is because the results of speculation are often inconsistent with the facts or seriously deviate from the facts, which is subjective assumption and has an obvious tendency towards personal will.

At this moment, Wen Zhuangyuan was looking at him with a smile, looking forward to his answer.

Thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan shrugged helplessly, and diverted the topic: "I heard you hum a little song just now, although it is not accompanied by lyrics, but I feel that the melody is heroic and atmospheric. Can you sing it in the form of lyrics and let me guess which song it is?"

Wen Zhuangyuan heard this, the moon eyebrows curled, and Ying Ying smiled.

The little song she hummed just now is not ordinary, it comes from a distant other world, full of chivalrous and unrestrained pride.

"Even if I sing it, I'm afraid you won't be able to guess!" Wen Zhuangyuan's sparkling eyes, with a bit of playfulness, turned to the thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yandao.