The night is like ink. As long as you cross the high slope in front of you, you will see the dark blue pass behind you. Ryukyu is drawing horses faster and faster.
And when Ryukyu rushes towards the direction of the deep blue pass, xuanyuanche and Yanhu in the autumn trace rush towards the outer pass where Ryukyu is.
"Wang, that's how you trust her? She was so hurt... "
"I believe in her, but I believe in myself more. The one I love will never be the one who changes from time to time." Fight the horse to gallop, xuanyuanche haggard appearance, but it is determined.
"Wang..." Yan Hu is biting his teeth. If he goes there, he will listen to the words that are contrary to Wang's imagination from the mouth of Ryukyu. I don't know whether Wang is strong or not.
Such a vague trust, can you believe once, can you believe twice?
Trust is the most unreliable word in the world.
Night is like weaving, two people and horses from two directions towards the center, running fast.
Hurry up, hurry up. As long as you cross the high slope ahead, you will be only ten miles away. Hurry up, Ryukyu's black hair is almost in a line behind his head.
Face, eyes, that has not revealed the worry and affection, at this time, there is no one to hide in the face.
She can't let her xuanyuanche get hurt like that. She loves it. She loves it.
"Loyal king, loyal King..."
I was about to rush up the high slope, and suddenly a wave of roar came from behind.
Wave after wave, wave after wave, the voice is getting louder and louder. At first, it was the roar of hundreds of people and thousands of people, but in an instant, it has converged into the roar of tens of millions of people.
There was absolute anxiety in the voice.
"Loyal king, return quickly, return quickly." The roar of thousands of anxious people resounded in the empty grassland, and the voice was very strong.
When Ryukyu heard the absolute anxiety in the roar, he could not help but stand on the spot and frown deeply? What happened? What happened? Why do so many people call at the same time?