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The carriage moved slowly, sometimes slowly, sometimes rapidly.

Chang Lou had been deceived by Merchant Ge, and had been deceived very miserably.

There was no sign of his eighty year old mother in the carriage. There was only one person, a woman.

She was peerless in beauty, Daya like a summer tree, the most dazzling flame in the desert.

"Young master is going to Bloodsand City as well?"

The voice was gentle like the spring wind, blowing away the winter in the heart of the house.

Naturally, Chang Lou didn't dare to slight a beauty's question. She opened her eyes and said, "Yes or no!"

"Oh!"

However, she did not doubt this ambiguous answer. Instead, she quietly brewed a cup of tea.

The carriage was wide and tight, with only two people inside, a table and a small stove, simple and simple with a sense of elegance.

With both hands, he handed a small porcelain cup to Chang Lou. His long, slender fingers made the fine patterns and carvings on the cup lose their color.

"Thank you!"

Chang Lou gave her thanks and picked up the exquisite teacup with her left hand. She drank the fragrant tea on the cup in one gulp and then placed the cup on the table. She smacked her lips. Unfortunately, there was only one cup.

"Young master, please drink!"

The woman, however, didn't seem to be annoyed by the vulgarity of the house. Instead, she poured another glass for the house, this time filling it to the brim.

"Thank you!"

Taking the teacup, he sniffed it and felt the orchid-like fragrance slowly seep into his nose, then into his internal organs, then into every pore. Chang Lou took a light sip.

The warm tea juice slowly passed through his mouth and rolled into his throat before quietly entering his stomach.

This tea was warm when drunk, but after it entered his stomach, it turned a little cold.

Chang Lou couldn't bear to drink such a good cup of tea. It took her a long time to finish one cup.

"Young master, please drink!"

Soon, three cups of tea had been brewed. It was already getting dark outside.

The woman lit up the interior of the carriage.

"Puchi!" The flames danced unceasingly within the lampshade, and clear shadows danced along with it.

The lamp oil was as clear as water, and when it burned, it carried a delicate fragrance. It was like the fragrance of a pine, but it was also more durable than the smell of a pine.

"Is this pine oil made from the lynx tree?"

He gently twitched his nose and took in a breath of fragrant air. He couldn't help but ask.

"Young master has good experience! "This is the pine oil made from the cypress!"

The woman half knelt on the ground, adding a piece of charcoal to the small stove.

Her green clothes were unadorned and her hair was casually tied behind her back. Her face was not smeared with makeup, but her beauty was comparable to the fairies in the paintings.

"This shouldn't be an ordinary Yam, right?"

Chang Lou didn't want to appreciate this celestial maiden's peerless appearance, so he stared at her with a pair of beautiful eyes as he asked her this question.

Being stared at by the man, she felt somewhat embarrassed. Lowering her head to pour some water into the teapot, she said indifferently: "Young Master has good eyesight! "This is the village's cypress tree!"

"Villa?" There were many villas, but only one cypress tree could be seen.

"Just like how the Western Regions only have yellow sand, the Northern Lands only have cold winds!"

He put a cup of tea on the table, opened the skylight and looked at the even more beautiful starry sky. His red lips slightly parted as he lightly added, "Of course, there are beautiful stars in the Western Regions!"

"Cold Wind Villa!"

These four words were like a huge rock pressing down on Chang Lou's taut nerves. If he remembered correctly, his little sister was currently at the Cold Wind Villa.

The process of making pine oil from the cypress was very complicated, one of the most important being the cypress leaves in the spring.

"You've been to the Manor?"

Chang Lou asked, looking at her impolitely.

"Yes!"

Chang Lou stared at her like a wounded beast, causing her heart to tremble slightly. This gaze was both vicious and pitiful. If it wasn't injury, then it was hatred. She couldn't help but nod her head.

"Have you ever seen Xin... "Chang Xin?"

Chang Lou's voice was somewhat shaky. She was worried that she was deceiving him, and even more worried that fate was deceiving her.

"En!" She nodded slightly. Her neck was as white and exquisite as the snow in the Northern Kingdom. There was not a single blemish.

She knew this man didn't want to hear "no" and didn't want to see her shake her head, so she nodded. She hadn't actually gone there.

"Is she all right?"

Chang Lou's head leaned forward, as if afraid he wouldn't hear or miss a single word. The creases in his skin between his eyebrows indicated his nervousness.

"It's alright!" She originally wanted to make tea. When Chang Lou raised his head, they were already quite close. The man's thick breath was like a desert wind blowing on her face, causing her jade like face to flush all the way to her ears.

At this moment, Chang Lou's perception was very sharp. He had found a small flaw in her sudden pause.

The current him could not tolerate even the slightest mistake from the 'yes' that she spoke of. Seeing her slight hesitation, he went on the rampage like a beast that had its scars peeled off. His furious voice was like a thunderclap that drowned out the howling wind outside.

"You lied to me!"

There was a pleading look in his eyes as he shouted the three words, and he was begging her to give him an answer that would make him happy.

"I'm sorry!"

Looking at his pitiful, somewhat crazy, and somewhat uneasy gaze, she had never felt so guilty before. This was the first time she said these words, almost in a sobbing tone.

Chang Lou was like a puddle of mud. He collapsed and sat on the seat. For a long time, he couldn't come to his senses.

Suddenly, he grabbed the teapot that was boiling. Under her gaze, he ignored the boiling water and poured the tea into his mouth.

Tea is not wine, do not make people drunk not paralyze.

Chang Lou jumped down from the carriage and rushed out like a gust of wind.

"Ah …"

She could hear the whistling of the wind, but she couldn't tell if it was the north wind blowing or the wind blowing.

Her eyebrows knitted together, her heart felt like it was being scratched by a cat, she was extremely restless.

She opened the curtain and saw that it was pitch black outside. Her heart immediately turned cold.

"Darkness is the easiest way to get lost, not to mention the desert at night. I hope you won't get lost in the darkness!"

There were no stars in the sky, no moon, and she sighed.

The carriage did not move as slowly as time had. After finally being able to endure through the day, she was told that the road ahead was blocked by the army.

The carriage was very spacious, but now she felt that this place was extremely narrow, and she couldn't help but want to go out and take a look.

She pulled open the curtain, and the panic-stricken scene caused her to withdraw her head.

A large number of people had died outside. It looked like they were mounted bandits, and the soldiers were pulling the corpses away with large carriages.

None of these bandits had their eyes wide open, it was as if they were threatened before they died.

She set up the fire and made a fresh pot of tea. Watching the flames slowly rise and fall, her heart also slowly calmed down.

Everything had an end. She had a feeling that she would find the answer at the end of her journey — Blood Sand City.

The road soon became clear again. The carriage slowly moved forward, and they didn't encounter any mounted gangsters on the way.

Were they really going to meet again?

Wang Qingya was a bit uncertain!