Chapter 691: The Scandalous Male Lead in the Legend of Consort Li

"How far is it from Yanmen Pass to Tunliu County in Shangdang Commandery?" After getting back on the road, Xiao Yu asked.

Meng Huo, on horseback, calculated for a moment and said, "At least four thousand li."

Then he added helplessly, "Shangdang Commandery is considered close to the frontier. In two days, when the snow stops, if the Fairy goes out for a walk, she will surely encounter laborers from commanderies ten thousand li away near the military camp.

For example, those from Henei or Sanchuan."

There was no help for it; for five consecutive years, the Hu people...

Miao Mudan thought of the child she had just lost and the fact that she could never conceive again, and she developed thoughts of suicide. But as soon as she thought that her mother's revenge had not yet been avenged, she could only temporarily suppress this thought in her heart.

At first, Yang Yun was somewhat skeptical of Li Kai's words, but when Tang Xin was called over and her words were almost identical to Li Kai's, Yang Yun believed Li Kai.

"Incompetent at success, adept at failure." He Zhonglin was frustrated; plans couldn't keep up with changes, but Liang Zijun's adaptability was too poor, and he had been dragged into the water as well—one hair pulled, the whole body moved.

Just now, Li Kai had fully displayed his strength. Now, the strength of the snowmen in front of them looked very weak. Since they were working together to get out, Princess Tiantian and the others naturally had to show their strength so that Li Kai would believe in this cooperative partner.

They actually wanted to ask about the Wood Style and the Salamander, but seeing Qian Yu's indifferent posture, they could only ask Tsunade later.

"Many thanks, First Prince!" Seeing that Tang Li was so easy to talk to, Miao Cha hurriedly bowed respectfully to him.

It was that young master from the Zhou family; the coachman Old Ding and her second uncle Sun Fuhou and the others had sent back Zhu Qing's father, Sun Fucheng.

"What can you give her?" Wen Henian turned to look at her, his eyes fixed on the hand holding his for a long time before finally not pulling away again.

And the Bibo Qinglong was a genuine Demon Saint-level demonic beast, and it had stayed at that level for decades. Wang Qiang being able to hold out against the Bibo Qinglong for so long was already very strong.

The place where Wen Henian got off the car at this time was a shop opened near their school, which was also the base they frequented most often before.

Seeing this, although the crowd was dissatisfied and worried that Spirit Origin Island would snatch their harvest, under the threat of the Jin Dan stage cultivator Gui Xuan, they could only obey the arrangements of the Spirit Origin Island guards. After all, there were very few cultivators who could challenge a Jin Dan stage cultivator across levels.

The white ape impatiently pried open the bottle stopper and poured the wine into its mouth, not noticing the strange smile on Ye Yinan's face. The next moment, the wine pot fell to the ground. It jumped back and forth on the snow rocks as if stimulated by something, constantly slapping the ground with its hands and opening its mouth wide to pant.

"It's fine, I know about those few things; they aren't very urgent. You can tell the Lord tomorrow," Huang Ju said understandingly when he saw Zhao Qing.

Zhang Hechuan's heartbeat accelerated instantly. According to Ma Yu's words just now, had his dad really gone to open a room with his old flame? And had he even taken photos and gathered evidence?

Seeing Zhang Hechuan's attitude so firm, Yang Chengfeng didn't dare to say anything tough to provoke him, mainly because he was afraid that Zhang Hechuan would break the jar and smash it, and the cooperation with Ma Yu would fall through, which would be a loss that outweighed the gain.

Nowadays, in the Old Guan family, Guan Hongda was busy with building the herbal tea factory, while Guan Yunshan was busy with the supermarket, occasionally having to go to the construction site to check the progress, busy and overwhelmed, unable to be in two places at once.

The light of the meteors in the sky had disappeared, and the flowing water by the bluestone was sobbing. The time for revelry had passed; now he had to be calm, thoroughly calm.

Wearing a white bathrobe, loose and baggy, his slightly curly light golden hair hung down lazily. He stretched out a hand, supporting half of his head with some irritability, his hair slightly messy, and a faint displeasure appeared on his peerlessly handsome face. ===== CHAPTER 692 =====