C939 A Storm Is Brewing Six Hundred and Eighty-one

In a blink of an eye, Xin — — had been on the grassland for over a month, and Old Bai's injuries had also healed quite a bit. Old Bai was very interested in the wine he brewed, no matter how he tried to persuade Xin to drink less, Xin was helpless, to avoid Xin being bored, the red vine began teaching Xin to ride, but who knew that Xin was very fond of riding horses