C890 Ninety-two Years of Hard Work Six Hundred and Thirty-two Years of Hard Work

Xin Yi was running as if his life depended on it, but it was already close to the desert, and there was no one around, when suddenly, Xin Yi saw a broken and dilapidated carriage at a shabby relay station. Xin Yi gritted his teeth, ran a few steps, and climbed onto the back of the horse with some difficulty, charging towards the inn, but Xin Yi couldn't drive the carriage