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Midday.

Wang Xiao sat on the side of the road and had a meal, and then rested.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, I rushed again.

It took two hours to take a nap.

The main thing is that he overslept, and there is nothing he can do.

Luckily, it's summer, and it's dark late, and it doesn't get into the night until seven or eight o'clock, so it's not a problem to travel for five hours.

During the lunch break, Chiba's pony is already well fed and energetic, so there is no need to worry about its physical exhaustion, which is a good thing.

Drive, drive~

Wang Xiao drove the pony away, and had already moved away from the city and into a mountain road.

The roadside is full of birds and flowers, which is very beautiful.

"Send you to the outside of the village, there is a sentence to explain, although it is already a hundred flowers, you don't pick the wildflowers on the roadside, remember my love and remember my love

Remember that I am waiting every day, I am waiting for you to come back, don't forget me......" Wang Xiao opened his mouth and sang.

His singing voice was loud and melodious, not at all like a six-year-old could sing such a beautiful song.

Wang Xiao rode a horse while admiring the flowers and plants on the side of the road, and was in a very good mood.

Although he left the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Sect, he also opened a bright road to the future.

Wang Xiao believes that his future will be better and better.

I also want to arrive at the Holy Soul Village as soon as possible, sign the arrival, and then wait in the village for the No. 2 "tool man" Brother Tao to come and awaken the martial soul for himself.

Of course, in addition to the children in the village who awakened the martial soul at that time, there was also a very special child, and his name was Tang San.

The mountain road is winding and twisting, deep and long, as if it can never be finished.

"The eighteen bends of the mountain road here, the nine links of the waterway here, the row of mountain songs here, the pair of mountain songs here, the eighteen bends, bend out of the gold and silver village of the Tujia family, nine links

Even out of the Tujia people's jewelry beach, yes

Without these eighteen bends, there would be no beautiful mountain girls, and there would be no nine links

There is no such thing as a mountain...... Wang Xiao looked at the winding mountain path, bent and bent, and suddenly couldn't help but sing a song.

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