Eternal Soul Emperor

Chapter 282 Guess

The north wind is blowing, the black moon is shrouded, and the sky is full of yellow dust.

Thousands of meters away, under the thick fog, two stone horses, with brisk hooves, galloped endlessly, and suddenly jumped, flew over the corner gate on the northwest side of the well courtyard, and entered the northwestern corner of the mansion. A hunting ground.

This hunting ground is integrated with the market elder's mansion.

This is a vast private enclosure, a wasteland, and there is a desert in the northwest of the wasteland.

And between the wilderness and the desert, there is a transition zone, which is the Gobi.

The scene here is in huge contrast with the market elder's mansion and surrounding scenes.

Here is the color of the vast expanse of loess, sparse vegetation, lack of water and drought.

A solitary ridge rises.Due to the long-term erosion by wind and sand, the mountain has weathered and changed color, like a pile of loess, with steep sides forming cliffs.

The abrupt and steep earth-yellow ridges stretch for thousands of miles, like gods of heaven, guarding the vast expanse of land.

The vast Gobi Desert is covered with coarse sand and gravel, and there is a creaking sound when one steps on it.

One big and one small, two stone horses gallop along the Gobi Desert, bold and free.

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At this moment, the two of them rode their horses and galloped while feeling the charm of nature.

Intoxicated by this kind of free and unrestrained life, the Wen champion at this moment couldn't help humming a little song.

The beautiful and mellow tone sounds a kind of enjoyment to people, deeply touching the heartstrings.At this moment, Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt Puppet, couldn't help being intoxicated by it.

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"You really don't care?" After listening to this little song full of heroic mood, on the big stone horse, the puppet Xiao Yan turned his head, looked at Wen Zhuangyuan who was riding beside him, and asked curiously again.

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"Hehe." Wen Zhuangyuan smiled, and said in a mild tone: "In my opinion, he may not be able to recognize my voice. Besides, the fog is so thick, how can he be sure that it must be me?"

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The thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan smiled sarcastically when he heard this, and had to admire Wen Zhuangyuan's courage and self-confidence.

The two rode for more than a thousand meters, immersed in the state of selflessness of freedom and flying, and suddenly changed.

"Whoosh" sound.

A golden arrow of order came from a distant direction through the void, escaped into the void where Wen Zhuangyuan's right palm was, and quickly disappeared into the vast void.

Wen Zhuangyuan's heart froze, and he looked towards the palm, and there was a line of true energy left on it: return home quickly!
Taking a look in the direction where the golden arrow of the messenger disappeared, Wen Zhuangyuan showed the Zhenqi character on his palm to Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, without any concealment.

The Thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan glanced at it, and said jokingly: "It seems that you are really in trouble this time."

At this moment, Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, was genuinely anxious for Wen Zhuangyuan.

Wen Zhuangyuan is a follower of righteous beliefs, which is consistent with the ambition of Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet.

Therefore, Wen Zhuangyuan's safety is of great significance to herself and Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet.

Moreover, Wen Zhuangyuan sneaked into the rear of the Dan clan wearing a human skin mask and concealing his identity, and he also had a personal purpose.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt Puppet, asked again, "Do you really care at all?"

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Wen Zhuangyuan smiled again and asked, "What do you think?"

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Xiao Yan, the Thunderbolt puppet, was a little speechless when he heard the words.

He never liked to speculate on her thoughts, and he hoped to hear what the other party said in person.

Because the results of casual guesses are often inconsistent with the facts or seriously deviate from them, which are subjective assumptions with obvious personal will.

At this moment, Wen Zhuangyuan was looking at him with a smile, expecting his answer.

Thunderbolt puppet Xiao Yan shrugged helplessly, changed the subject, and said, "I heard you hum a little song just now. Although there are no lyrics, I feel that the melody is bold and grand. Can you sing it in the form of lyrics, and let Let me guess, which song is it?"

Wen Zhuangyuan heard this, his eyebrows curved, and he smiled.

The little song she hummed just now is not ordinary, it comes from a distant foreign world, full of chivalry, tenderness and free and unrestrained pride.

"Even if I sing it out, I'm afraid you won't be able to guess it!" Wen Zhuangyuan's eyes sparkled, with a bit of playfulness, he turned to the puppet Xiao Yan and said.

(End of this chapter)