In the Qianhu House in Kaiping Wei Xicheng, Zheng Qianhu was sitting in the main hall with his big horse and golden sword. Shen Qianhu's dark eyes were dark and his thoughts were unpredictable. Nolan Meng was kneeling on one knee in the hall, trying to stay calm. At this time, calmness is more important than anything else. important.
Calm, calm, calm, calm.
Nolan Meng kept hinting to himself, but his heart was still like fetching water from fifteen buckets, and he was restless.
One Shen Xuan is enough for Meng Twelve Lang to drink a pot, plus Zheng Qianhu who is as strong as a rock and as powerful as Meng Hu, the pressure is really too much.
The lighting in the hall was poor, and there was a picture of Meng Hu descending from the mountain hanging behind Zheng Qianhu. Nolan Meng couldn't help but have an illusion. The two people above changed into Feiyu clothes. This was not the Xicheng Guard Qianhu Station, but the Jinyi Guard Town Fu. manage.
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