C3178 Browning

The wheels of the carriage rolled, and the Train that was heading from Paris to the south sped along the iron tracks. Along the way, the lights of the dark Villages flew backwards like meteors.

Under the protection of many guards, Bu Langji sat in an independent private room as he looked out the window at the dark night with an ashen face.

"Teacher, in front of us is small station Langbuyi