Watching the couple disappear completely in the stone forest, Song Yancai slowly retracted his eyes.

"Brother, where are we going now?"

Aunt Xie Huayu asked softly.

"Back to the Clear Gate." Song Yandao.

"Will military men lie in ambush at the Qingwei Gate waiting for you to throw themselves into the net?" My aunt Xie Huayueyebrows and worries.

"I'm afraid they won't come!" Song Yan sneered, but in his eyes, the silk was shining fiercely.

Half an hour later, Song Yan moved to a valley a hundred miles away from Qing Weimen with her aunt Xie Huayu.

The valley was bare and bare, barren and barren, but Song Yan's eyes...