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On a moonlit night, at the foot of Daliang Mountain, a gust of cold wind blew by, and there was the sound of rapid horse hooves. A black-clad horseman took the lead, leaning tightly on the horse's back, the horse's hooves galloping without hesitation, and its skirts dancing wildly. Following closely behind was an ordinary carriage. Although the carriage is old, it is full of sachets and jade pendants. If you look carefully, you can vaguely see the traces of its former splendor. "Oh, slow down, slow down, it hurts me to death." A wailing sound came from the carriage. The car was going very fast, and the black shadow disappeared in an instant, but those words still echoed in the air. "Master, hold on, the genius doctor Liu Yishou said that you must find the blue ice lotus on the cliff in the extreme west of Daliang Mountain to cure your leg injury." The man in black in front turned back to the carriage and said loudly.

An Zhi followed her out and looked at her back. His heart suddenly felt inexplicably soft. He took two steps and took her hand. Chen Qijiu's body trembled slightly, but she didn't turn around. She just said lightly: "The person you like is inside." An Zhi's face was like a breeze, and he said softly: "While in that thick fog, I had already seen clearly who is the person I should cherish and protect." After a pause, he added: "Actually, I already knew it after my uncle jumped. He entrusted you to me. I don't want us to wake up only at the end of our lives." Chen Qijiu trembled violently and slowly turned around, with tears in her eyes. He looked at An Zhi with a smile, endured it, and finally rushed forward to hug An Zhi.