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"I want to go to southern Xinjiang in advance." A few warmths returned to the yard, while packing their bags and talking to Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi, sitting at the table and calmly watching her collect things, said: "The king does not know where to go, what do you go to southern Xinjiang? Don't forget that there is still war."

"At least I have to look at it to know what is going on there." The number of warmth took the action of the hand, and looked at the old road of Wenzhi. "The water city here will be handed over to you for the time being. I will be careful and try to get this." The second war in South Xinjiang was also written."

Wen Zhizhi was very helplessly sighing: "You can tell the story of Li Taishi, I can't refute anything, but the number is warm, it is really dangerous."

Number warm: "I will be careful."

Wen Zhi looked at her: "The sword on the battlefield is ruthless."

The number was warm for a moment, and she looked up and looked at Wen Zhizhi. She didn’t talk for a while. She didn’t know what to say. It didn’t take long before she saw Wen Zhi. She silently lowered her head and continued to pack things.

Because she was only going to go to southern Xinjiang to inquire about the status quo, she did not bring much luggage, only brought the clothes and entanglement of the belt.

Before leaving, Wen Zhi gave her a dagger. "Hold, be careful on the road."

The number of warmth probably didn't expect Wen Zhi to prepare this. She took the dagger that she handed, and she was very moved. She gently nodded her head and couldn't help but hug her. "Know, you. Also be careful, I will come back to you soon."

Wen Zhizhi: "Good."

A number of warm hired a carriage, but the coach said, can only send her to the bottom of the mountain outside the city, the rest of the road to her own.

The number of warmers themselves is also clear about the dangers of southern Xinjiang, so there is no barely a driver.

When I got to the bottom of the mountain, I warmed myself and carried my bag on the mountain.

The snow was so big that the warmth wrapped himself in a bulging sac, and the footsteps of the snow boots were clumsy and difficult. From the day to the dusk, over a mountain and several mountain rivers that formed glaciers, it was too tired to walk. Moved, and the sky is already dark, and there is no way to go any further. You can only find a hole in the foothills to avoid it.

She found some dry branches near her, mostly wet with frost and snow, but they were barely able to use it. In the hole, the wood was fired. When the fire was piled up, the number of warmth quickly cooled the two cold. Only a small hand was placed on the fire, because the firewood was just fired, she would have two palms that were red and swollen, cold and spicy, but it was warmer.

The number of warmth took out the prepared dry food from the bag, and ate it in the cold water of the water bag. After filling her stomach a little, she closed her eyes against the stone wall and planned to get up early tomorrow and then hurry.

After a tired day, the number of warmth quickly entered the dreamland with exhaustion.

At night, a dark black figure came close to the hole door silently. He stood there, his lips whispered, and he whispered a word. A purple-golded five-claw crawled into it and got into it. A few warm-ups around the bag, the figure disappeared and left.

After dawn, the fire next to it was already extinguished. The hole ticking and licking the snow falling from the cone, the snow was pitted, and the wind was still very strong.

The number of warmth was put on the cloak again, wrapped tightly and continued on the road.

When I arrived in the inner city of southern Xinjiang, it was the third day of departure.

The number of warmth has been prepared for the worst, but when she arrived in the inner city, she saw the rest of the people who had been robbed, and there was no smoke outside the city, except for some buildings that were damaged.