The soft sand under his feet did not overflow the soles of his shoes, and this was a powerful man with an aura of loneliness.

The man in black walked to a sand dune, stopped, and saw a horse not far ahead!

A horse that looks like a miracle at first glance! Unfortunately, the horse's rump was stabbed with a sharp weapon, and the blood flowed too much, and the horse's tail and body hair had been glued together with dried blood and yellow sand.

Seeing the man, the steed let out a long neigh, with a little wail and appeal, and rubbed his head against the motionless sound behind him.

The man in black took a step forward, the horse took a step back, its timid and restless expression, and behind it lay a man who did not know whether he was alive or dead, it was a middle-aged and slightly chubby man, about thirty years old, with a full beard, messy hair, luxurious and rich clothes on his body, all of which were precious on his waist, and his hands were full of seven or eight gold and jade rings, jewelry. The boots on the soles of the feet are the most common cowhide boots in the desert, but the handiwork is intricate and exquisite, and a few gems are inlaid on it.

The man in black looked expressionlessly at the middle-aged man lying on the ground who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and then looked at the horse that protected the lord, then stepped back, turned around, and wanted to leave.

As soon as he took a step, the horse behind him let out a wail, and then grabbed the corner of the black-clothed masked man with his mouth, and a pair of horse eyes could actually show pleading.

The black-clad masked man was silent for a moment, then turned around again, squatted down to check on the condition of the richly dressed man on the ground, and as soon as he squatted down, he saw that the horse seemed to be relieved, and fell down with a bang, splashing a large area of yellow sand.

The masked man in black sighed lightly, this is a rare horse that is loyal to the lord, for the sake of the horse, it is better to wake up its owner, so he threw the unconscious man on the camel's back like a sandbag, and then led the camel, slowly, slowly walking forward......

***

Xiling Lan led a team of men and horses, day and night, and rushed towards Suijun.

Xu Mengchen and his party are trapped in Suijun, although they have no worries about their lives for the time being, but on the side of the couch, how can they allow others to sleep soundly? In his own fiefdom, the people he sent can't be the masters, and he still has to look at the faces of those people, it's simply unreasonable! Xiling Lan, who was depressed in his heart, naturally accelerated the trip.

Half a month later.

The group finally arrived at the nearest county town from Sui County, Mao County, which lives up to its name, although it is located on the border of Mobei, but it is also known as Mobei and South.

All the way to this place, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, Xiling Lan saw that everyone was exhausted, and ordered to rest in Maojun to find out the situation and set off again.

Everyone relaxed, this way to the north, the more desolate they became, and suddenly saw such a scenery like the south of the Yangtze River, they couldn't help but feel a little intimate.

Zi 11 took the largest inn in Mao County with a lot of money, then washed up, and served hot food, and everyone felt alive.

After the meal, Zi Shiyi naturally arranged for someone to find out the news about Suijun, and Tang Yuan suggested that Xiling Lan go out and relax.

Xiling Lan saw Tang Yuan's eyes looking at his pitiful appearance, smiled, and agreed.

With four maids and a few guards, a group of people went out of the inn and slowly wandered around Maojun, a group of people were beautifully dressed, although the women in the lead could not see their faces clearly with hats, but just looking at their posture and elegance, they were not ordinary people, not to mention, the group of capable and skilled guards behind several women.