Feng Ruyi was in a bad mood today, and Ou Chen was annoying her again and again, if it weren't for the fact that she had known her for many years, she would have exploded her hair.

Looking at her departing back, Ou Chen's heart was inexplicably sour, and he was also kind enough to come and take a look, but why is there always such an ending? Did you do something wrong?

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The border between the wind country and the Hao country, the desert border pass

The wind and sand blew by the wind, and the endless earthy yellow fields, with no grass and no living creatures in sight, were faintly mixed with the faint smell of blood in the air, like a wilderness filled with death.

A simple carriage drove in the wind and sand, and the yellow sand blew through without the slightest stop, as if it was separated by a barrier.

"How many days are left to enter Kyoto?" The carriage leaned lazily on the soft couch, squinting and asking calmly. The two-day drive really made her a little uncomfortable.

"At this rate, it should be two days, does the master want to stop and rest, there is just a guest house in front."

Feng Ruyi gently lifted the curtain with his hand, looked at a large stone barrier not far away, and nodded in response. The desert border pass has always been endless, although she and A Ning's internal strength can maintain them in Haoguo Kyoto, but the carriage is not good, besides, she will not treat herself badly, since she is here, she has to eat the specialties here.

Aning drove the carriage to park it under a shed, got up and opened the curtain door.

After putting on the mink for her, the two walked towards the inside of the stone barrier in tacit understanding.

The wooden delisting of the Longmen Guest House hung on the scale, and as the dilapidated door creaked open, the arrival of the two immediately attracted the attention of the people inside.

A-Ning looked at this scene and frowned

The smell of tobacco and alcohol, the smell of sweat, and the smell of food mixed together to the nose, and the big men gathered around the wooden table, eating with great hands and feet without any care, and their eyes were full of strong possessiveness and desire to conquer. The proprietress stood at the counter, counting the money, not noticing anyone coming. It is said that desert men have a straight temperament, which is not false at all.

"Come here, drink with you!" A burly-looking shirtless man said loudly, holding a wine glass in his hand to take a sip, and a flirtatious word made the men around him immediately coax away.