C40 Qingyun Mountain

The sky was gloomy as the summer and autumn came together.

A few white clouds were floating in the sky.

While hiding in the shade of a tree halfway up the mountain, Yi Xiaoqiao was eating a steamed bun and drinking some cold water. Seeing a horse hurrying through the forest towards Fringe City, he carefully shrunk his neck back.

It wasn't that she was timid