Xiao Fei's face was full of bitterness.
In her impression, Xia Liu was a man of talent and handsome appearance, yet he could also say such roundabout rude words.
"If I were in Huaxia, or even the world, I have confidence in being able to protect you, but that's Loulan, I cannot guarantee it."
After a long time, Xia Liu solemnly said.
"You managed to kill a giant snake, surely you can protect us too. I beg you, let me go along to see some things."
Zhao Li pouted her red lips, looking pitifully at Xia Liu.
"Brother Ma, Brother Yao, have you ever heard of the legends of Loulan?"
Xia Liu did not rush to respond to Zhao Li, but turned to look at Ma Xing and Yao Kun.
"Our ancestors have always recorded that Loulan is the graveyard of Martial Artists."
"My understanding is the same as Brother Yao's, it's not only the graveyard of martial artists, but also the tomb for cultivators."
Yao Kun and Ma Xing both expressed their insights.
