Descent of the Phoenix

In order to save time, they have bought things for a few days, and they are eating when they are resting along the way. Whoever calls the time is too tight.

On the 20th, I arrived at the Snowy Capital City, and the day trip was only eight hundred miles.

People come and go on the streets, and everyone smiles on their faces.

It seems that they have forgotten their catastrophe.

I don't know if these people are too strong, or who is really the king, just give food and clothes.

"Let's let, let..." A young young man with a firewood shouted loudly, carrying two bundles of firewood and rushing forward.

The crowded streets allowed him to have almost high firewood, which made the blockages less and better.

"Drive, lean on the side of the firewood..."

There was a carriage in front of it, which looked gorgeous. A long middle-aged driver on the handlebar style, while driving the carriage, was a scorpion toward the firewood.

In the carriage, a middle-aged man with a good body, while opening his curtain, looked at the crowd outside with annoyed faces, waving his fan, and sweating the fan of the head.

"Oh..." The young man who was carrying the firewood, listening to the voice immediately and respectfully leaned on the side, apparently did not dare to offend these rich people.

And he relied on him, blocking several people around him, there was no way to go forward, but he had to detour, and he stuck to the side of the moon holding the horse.

The carriage that came across from the street slowly moved from the street, and walked alongside Xuanyuan Che.

"Young man, how much is this firewood?" A middle-aged housewife, from the opposite side, came to see the firewood, and asked, and stood still.

"This firewood..."

"The thief, the thief..."