After Exchanging Shadows

Chapter 43

“Let's go to the stable and pick a horse for you.” Mo leads Nguyen Nightshang to the stable.

The stable is spacious and spacious, mainly based on logs and light gray colors, with subtle luxury and very good light, because there are many people who take care of it every day, and it washes spotlessly and doesn't smell as obvious as some stable.

On both sides is a stables divided into one room with a wide aisle in the middle. Nguyen Nightingale looks past along the aisle. During the day, the outer gate of the stables is open, and many horses on both sides poke their heads through the inner door of the stables. These are the perfect horses to choose from, each with a horse's name hanging from the stables, and some of the horses' bristles are woven into beautiful braids that are trimmed with distinctive markings.

The horses here are better than people.

This is Nguyen's first impression after watching it.

“What color horse do you like?” Mo asked her beside him.

“I can do it.” Nguyen Nightshade walked and looked, and from time to time he spoke very intimately to Mo, laughing and laughing. In the past, if Nguyen Nightshang was so intimate, Nguyen Nightshang would more or less subconsciously pull away a certain distance. This time, it was very cooperative. Nguyen Nightshang sometimes almost got to her body, and she didn't hide.

Until Nguyen saw a black horse, it stopped.

This black horse is so eye-catching, so powerful as a black god of war, bright black oil around him, like silk brocade, no clutter, even the stables are much bigger than the other stables, I can think of the horse's place in the stables.

“It's beautiful.” When I saw something beautiful, Nguyen Nightshade couldn't help but whisper and sigh.

The black horse reached out his head from the mouth of the stables door, staring at Nguyen Nightshade, motionless, like a clotted shadow.

For the first time in her life, Nguyen Nguyen Nguyen has been stared at by many people without turning a blind eye. In addition to finding it interesting, she also feels a little hidden.

“Has it been looking at me?” Nguyen Nightshade whispered, “Is it a problem with me? ”

“Of course I'm watching you.” Momo doesn't feel anything: “This is my horse, and I've been around for a long time, and in its eyes, it thinks you're me. ”

“… that's not what I meant.” Nguyen said, “I mean, it's either looking at you, it's looking at me. ”

The language was blurred, the eyebrows frowned, maybe thinking about something, silent.

Nguyen Nightingale may also feel that she was a little around, silent.

That thought has been haunting me.

It may not be looking at the appearance of Momo, it may be looking at its own soul hidden in Momo's body.

The black horse looked at Nguyen Nightshade for a while, then turned his head to look at Nguyen Mo. The sense of repression when staring at Nguyen Nightshade just now swept away, like a sniffle.

Nguyen Nightingale walked up to the black horse and looked at the wooden plaque next to him, which said "Yingale”.

“Can I touch it?” She asked Mo.

Mo nodded: “Of course, it used to be my horse. It listened to me very well, and no one else could touch it. But you're my image now, don't worry. ”

Nguyen Nightshade thought about it, walked forward, slowly reached out and tried to touch it.

The horseshoe suddenly sighed, the horse room was huge, and the sound suddenly seemed to tear the air, rushing out of the top of the horseshoe, and the horseshoe kicked up indiscriminately, manic.

After previous speculation, Nguyen Nightingale was inevitably surprised, although he had some psychological preparation for the situation. Knowing that horses are inherently somewhat dangerous, especially the fierce horses, can kick people to death at random. Even if they are locked up in stables now, nothing can really happen, but sudden outbreaks of mania can instantly arouse fear in the heart.

Mo almost reacted for a moment, his subconscious pulled Nguyen Nightshang backwards, waved his left hand forward, and held Nguyen Nightshang back with his right hand, protecting her behind him.

Nguyen shrunk behind Mo, carefully probed half his face and stared at the situation in front of him.

Mo Mo moves forward, Nguyen Nightshang is also like a sticky paste sticking to her, the footsteps follow forward, and the steps also tend.

I felt like a sticky cake that couldn't be thrown off behind me. The ink was a little helpless, but there was no time to worry about the situation. She quickly reached up to the head of the sticky cake and soothed it gently, as usual: “Shh... it's okay, it's okay. ”

Feeling a familiar technique, he looked down at her and quickly calmed down.

Ink's tight body relaxed, and the next second she felt Nguyen Nightshade holding her waist tight, almost circling her like a snake, cheeks against her, she suddenly tightened again.

Mo Mo moved, Nguyen Nightingale did not move.

“Let go.” Mo earned money again and couldn't get rid of it. She hesitated. She reached out and touched Nguyen Nightshang, reminding her to let go: “It's okay. ”

Nguyen Nightshang just wouldn't let go: “I'm scared. ”

Mo: “...”

“Someone's coming.” Mo said.

Nguyen Nightingale immediately let go and walked over from the back. If nothing happened, she stretched her hand over her ear hair.

“Aren't you scared?” Mo stared at her.

Nguyen nocturnally blinked: “When someone comes, people are not afraid. ”

She said she looked around the next four weeks, but no one else actually showed up in the area at the moment. Of course, she knew that it was Mo who wanted to let her go, but the horse shouted so loudly just now, someone would definitely come soon, she knew the dimensions.

“Now you know what I said before, don't you?” Nguyen Nightshade added.

Mo nodded and knew he cared about it.

Although it verified its own assumptions, Nguyen Nightingale was a little surprised by this: “It really recognized it, and it knew I wasn't you. ”

Momo silenced for a moment and said: "Momo and I have been together for a long time and are particularly familiar with me. I guess when you were talking to me in the hallway, you didn't act like I was normal, and I was stared at, and it was fine. ”

Unlike animals and people, they have a sharp nature and are easy to spot where they feel unusual.

Especially the dogs and horses, especially spiritual, and especially loyal to the owner. They are very clear about what the normal owner is like. Once the owner is different, they show a high degree of vigilance. In ancient times, many generals had their own love horses. Once a general was raped and killed by the enemy, the rape was easy to pretend that this army was trying to replace him. When he went riding, he was recognized by the general's love horse. The horse Momo and others sat on it and went halfway to suddenly go mad. He fell off the rape horse and directly kicked him.

“Seeing how you touch it just now, it certainly confirms that you are the real owner of it.” Nguyen Nightshade laughed: “I really like it, but without this blessing, it doesn't like me and won't let me near it. ”

Momo still felt a little sorry for her smile and couldn't help but comfort herself: “Momo is afraid of life. He will agree to stay with her for a long time. ”

Nguyen looked at her with a smile: “I get it. It's been a long time, huh? ”

Mo: “...”

... what do you know?

... why look at me when I say this.

The staff in charge of this area heard the horse scream and rushed over. Nguyen Nightshang explained the situation calmly to them, saying that her friend had come for the first time and accidentally shocked the horse. Initially, the spleen was a bit difficult to deal with. When they saw the living people, they were sometimes very emotionally fluctuating. Of course, the staff were convinced that when they saw things resolved, they listened to Nguyen Nightshade and left.

Fortunately, many of the other horses were not as vigilant as the pigeons. They made the Nguyen Night Pigeon confess to the pigeon ink and behaved well. Finally, they picked out a palm-red horse.

"" Someone will take it to the saddle later, "said Momo." We'll change our clothes and go straight to Training Ground 3. ”

“Okay.” Nguyen Nightingale promised.

Mo took a few steps and felt she was not following. "Why don't you go? ”

“My legs are soft.” Nguyen Nightshank bent his back slightly and rubbed his leg and said: “I was so scared, I couldn't walk anymore. If only you could help me. ”

Mo: “...”

Mo stared at Nguyen Nightshade's eyes and said: “You already felt it. Guess that Nguyen might know that you weren't overreacting because you weren't me, but you had to touch it to verify it. Didn't you have a lot of nerve? Is that gonna make your legs soft? ”

“I didn't expect it to be that strong at the time, of course I wasn't afraid, but the back of it scared my legs softly. ”

“No help.” Mo chuckled, “I think I'll just hold you there? ”

“Sure.” Nguyen was even happier when he straightened his back.

Anyway, she knew that Mo Mo, from this tone of voice, knew that Mo Mo wouldn't really come.

The ink diameter walked straight towards her, looked at her, bent over, and went to hug her.

Looking at this pose, it looks like you're still trying to stop the cuddle.

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

She stopped for a moment and felt Ink's hand hit her waist, only that the pores in her waist were suddenly about to blow up. She likes to touch her, she likes to stop, when she blocks her back just now to protect her, her hands also touch her, as well as previous hugs of a fan nature, every physical contact makes her feel happy and happy.

But this time it was so sudden, she didn't even expect it. Without preparing herself, her subconscious held Mo's hand and said: "… stop. ”

Mo stopped and the expression on her face was a little uncertain: "Didn't you just say, 'OK’? Why are you stopping again? ”

Nguyen Nightshang: “...”

"'It doesn't look like her legs are soft,' said Momo. ”

Nguyen Nightshade is not a fuel-efficient lamp either. At first, he was just surprised. This time, he came back to God and smiled again. “I just didn't think you would really come, so I paused. Now go on. ”

“I gave you a chance, only once. It stops and it's gone.” The ink is still bandaged on the face, but the lips have a slightly different radius, which disappears quickly.

“Well, I'll have to try to create another opportunity next time.” Nguyen laughed with regret.

She thought she knew Kunmo well enough.

It's only now that I think she might not understand. Sometimes she doesn't know for sure what she thinks about Mo, mostly by guessing, but she also fears she's wrong.

She thinks it's just Mo in return for her soft leg bullshit, as usual, but now she's a little skeptical, Mo Mo just momentarily really wants to hug her?

Or is that just what you want?

She hopes so, so listen to Mo Mo, watch Mo Mo move, she inevitably brings this expectation, dye it a little bit, create a hypothesis?

Mo glanced at her, meaning he was leaving.

Nguyen Nightshang packed her mind and followed her to another building, which was for rest and usually also for hospitality, with a dressing area shared by the main guests on the second floor.

The staff gave them tea and refreshments and walked away.

Nguyen Mok leads Nguyen Nightshade into her exclusive dressing room, opens the wardrobe, inside a row of horse riding clothes in different colors, all tailored for Nguyen Mok, almost fascinating, on the other side is the accompanying horse riding hat, horse boots and gloves also have boot cabinets and glove cabinets specially placed, strictly categorized.

“Pick what you like.” Mo said.

Nguyen Nightshade glanced around and fell back on her face. The voice softly said: "You let me choose what I like. I'll pick it out. Will I love the horse riding costume that was picked out? ”

Mo: “...”

... you're not sick.

... why are you looking at me when you say that?