Chapter 56： Friends, a toast to our friendship (1/2)

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”Come on, the 173rd team, now in front of you is Riyue Mountain, where there are the ancient Tangbo road, Princess Spring, and the well-known Princess Wencheng Temple. During the reign of Emperor Taizong of Tang Dynasty, Princess Wencheng went to Tibet and married Song Zangamboo—”

Xiaoliang, the tour guide, wearing a headset and holding a small red flag, led a dozen people here to watch and explain them.

A woman walked slowly, with her feet at the end, wearing a black fisherman's hat on her head, and sunglasses covering her palm-sized face, showing only blushing lips and white jaws.

With her long hair under her black hat, she was wearing navy blue jeans with a black leather jacket on top and a bag on her back. She was neat and handsome.

Looking at the nine-meter-high princess Wencheng statue in front of him, Wen Xian narrowed his eyes slightly.

She is alone now, and since separating from Lu Xiao yesterday, he drove the car and disappeared into her sight.

She simply booked a special Tibetan-style bed and breakfast in the previous town, and signed up for a semi-free one-day tour group, followed the team led by the tour guide, took a ride, had a light meal, and went to see this area. View.

After visiting the Princess Temple, the Chinese Geographical Boundary Stone, and the Ancient Road Museum in the morning, the tour guide arranged for them to freely eat and drink in the nearby inn.

Because it is a scenic spot nearby, the surrounding B&Bs, inns, and lively shopping streets are all supporting facilities.

Everything settled down, Wen Xian stirred the butter tea with one hand, took out his mobile phone with the other, opened WeChat, and found out a person's WeChat.

That person's WeChat is the head of Damo Guyan.

It's very simple. At first glance, you can see the evening scenery of no man's land. The name is even simpler. It is his original real name-Lu Xiao.

Wen Xuan's lips lightly twitched, his eyes fixed on his name...

How could there be such a serious man who doesn't understand fashion at all.

After thinking about this, Wen Xian fell silent when his eyes fell on his standard lotus head portrait for middle-aged and elderly people: ”...”