Realms In The Firmament

Guan Lingxiao was shocked. He stopped in a hurry: “You rookies want to see all the noise, don't you want to prioritize? If you did, you wouldn't be able to leave. ”

But the Black Cavalry leader's eyes lit up: "Dan Yao is involved in the hunting all the way, the little brother is Dan Master? Or a pharmacist? ”

Ye smiled, ignoring Guan's anxiety on the side, and nodded frankly: “There is only one or two involved in hunting, but since your alliance is counting on hope, now that you have a chance, you will certainly not let go! ”

“So accept the affection of the little brothers, let me wait, if it can really work, the Black Ride up and down the sense of five. ”

The black cavalry leader glanced at Ye's age and sighed again.

At this young age, what do you know? The general illness of the young man at the beginning, not knowing the thickness of the heavens and the earth, thought that he knew how to medicate pharmacology, should be strong, but... as the young man said, this is indeed the last moment; the young leader will be killed at any moment, now it is really time for the disease to go to the doctor, even if only in case of hope, try!

Guan Lingxiao will never know the whereabouts of Dr. Dan, it has long been the common knowledge of all!

Guan Lingxiao saw the “brother-in-law” make a noise, knowing that there was no way to turn the matter around, helplessly looked at Ye smile, sighed for a long time, and took another big step forward.

Ye smiled and smiled slightly for a moment. “Drive! ”

Originally a lazy, scattered pony suddenly sighed, people actually stood up, the horse flew away, the front hoof had not fallen, and had shot out like arrows.

“Good horse! ”

All black rides are bright eyed at this moment, these people spent most of their life on horseback, most sensitive to horse things, at this moment, seeing the appearance of a pony, see, is definitely a rare BMW colt in the world.

Ye smiled faintly and patted the pony's head. “Blackie's foot strength is fine, I'm sure it won't take long. ”

“Little Blackie...” The Black Cavalry leader was speechless for a while.

Such a rider's dream BMW actually took such a popularized soil name to the grandmother's house.

Little Blackie's furry dance, one horse first, crossed from all the horses of the Black Alliance, his head high, his eyes not oblique, seemed to be the king patrolling his own territory and his own army.

All the Black Alliance horses, at this moment, stood still, slightly crooked their heads, and sent this pony out of their own ranks. Then, at the master's command, they started their footsteps, and the horses fled.

Little Black Child Mercedes ahead, one horse ahead.

All black allied warhorses, black floods generally follow behind.

All the members of the Black Ride Alliance are extremely depressed at this moment; because they find that no matter how much they urge their beloved horses, the warhorses who used to use their arms to make their fingers and listen freely will refuse to do more than the little horse in front of them.

Always at a distance.

Including that wooden warhorse, it will always be half the distance from the little nigger in front of it; no matter how impatient, his own warhorse will just remain deaf and at that distance.

Even though Lord Wood rarely threw two whips, the horse remained motionless and motionless.

In a moment, the wooden leader who looked at it in detail discovered that his horse's gaze at this pony was an extremely rare lowlife!

That look, directly, is a sinful prince, in the face of his own king, begging for the pity of the superior!

Trance!

A sudden thought flashed from Lord Wood's mind, making him suddenly shout out: “Horse King? ”

Little Blackie flies through the wind and is in good shape, but apart from good health, there seems to be no place to go beyond the horse, regardless of body shape, image, speed, appearance characteristics.

But it leads thousands of black allied horses through the earth like a flood. Mercedes in silence at all times; and thousands of horses behind them follow in such silence, as if they could follow in the wilderness of heaven, never abandoning.

“Wrong way, wrong way...” Lord Wood yelled at the back: “Turn, turn...”

The little black child turned a deaf ear and continued to fly.

A bunch of black allied warhorses don't care if they go right or wrong, and there's no good horse. It's just following the footsteps of little blacks faithfully and shoveling. It seems that no matter what the reason, no matter what the reason, as long as the little horse in front runs, they will follow, stay and stay.

Even if the cliffs are ahead, as long as the pony jumps first, all the horses will jump without any hesitation.

Behind them, the Black Alliance knights drank furiously and tried to divert their horses, but even though they had been dragged around their necks, they twisted their heads and followed the army.

Absolutely not!

Death doesn't change!

Ye laughed somewhat speechlessly.

My own horse, he's forced to run around with thousands of horses? I actually succeeded...

"Fuck, you gotta run, too. You know the way? Get out of here! ”

Little Blackie complained, meaning: "Nobody leads the way, what can I do if I don't run...”

Ye smiles and is angry and joyful: just because you put out the King's will to run, where else would any war horse dare to run in front of you this day?

Under the powerful intervention of Ye Jiao, Wooden Commander's horse finally ran in an extremely unwieldy and cautious position in front of the little black man.

Running that called a caution, that called a nervous, that called a depressing and unwieldy pinch; so much so that the wooden leader who was confident that he could never be dumped by a horse as soon as he got on his horse's back, he felt his horse's muscles suddenly stiff several times, and was almost dumped from the horse several times.

And the thousands of horses in the back ran, staring at the horses under the wooden leader's crotch with tremendous anger, as if to eat a horse. How dare this bastard run in front of the king?

Do you really want to die?

Had it not been for the discipline, these war horses would have embraced each other by now, and would have killed their own kind who could not have dared to run in front of the king without heaven!

“Heijinjinjinjin...” the wooden warhorse sighed, grieving announcement: I am forced to do well... Wang doesn't know the road, I am a guide, how dare you run forward, you alone have not seen my wings so carefully, do you dare not go any further...

“Hitsujin...” Thousands of horses sighed angrily together, meaning: asshole! Wang can do anything but know the way? Even the old horse knows the way. Can Wang not know the way? You bloody knife murderer, it's just a plot, a disobedience...