In Mengjia, because of his identity and his physical reasons, Mengfusheng has always been the object of key protection.

Now, although he has been able to stand up, in the eyes of the Meng family, Meng Fusheng is still the boy in a wheelchair who needs to be taken care of.

"I've wasted three years and don't want to waste it again."

Purple Pupil looked at the cloth-clothed young man in front of him, and seemed to see the stubbornness he had when he picked up something that fell on the ground when he was in a wheelchair.

Turning her face to look at the valley, she noticed the dragon horse that Murong Dongli had specially reserved for her, and the purple pupil raised her chin at the dragon horse with a smile.

"If you can conquer that dragon horse, you can train with them!"

"Good!"

Meng Fusheng immediately hurried over, stopped at the tall dragon horse, raised his hand to take the reins of the horse from the Zi family who led the horse, raised his leg and stepped on the horse's pedal, and was about to turn over on the horse.

After all, Meng Fusheng had just gotten up from a wheelchair, and his legs were limited, and as soon as he stepped on the air, he fell heavily on the grass.

On the side, the Zi family immediately rushed over and wanted to help him up.

"No!"

Meng Fusheng shook off his arm, and the Zi family turned to look at Zi Tong, who just waved at him and motioned for him to ignore it.

Quickly getting up from the ground, Yumefusheng didn't pay attention to the blades of grass on his body, but grabbed Ryoma's reins again and turned over on the horse.

This time, although it was a little embarrassing, it was a success.

This dragon horse has the purest blood, and its temperament is naturally the most violent.

Meng Fusheng just clamped the horse's legs tightly around the horse's body, and his hands grasped the reins tightly.

After a moment of stalemate between one man and one horse, Ryoma's forefeet landed again, and he immediately let go of his four hooves and ran towards the Night Valley.

Although Zitong was worried, she didn't keep up.

Although Meng Fusheng has never practiced martial arts, she believes that with this young man's stubbornness, he will definitely be able to tame this dragon horse, otherwise, he will not be Meng Fusheng.

Soon, the Zijia army had already returned to the team on their own dragon horses, but the figure of Mengfusheng never appeared.

"Head of the house?!"

The purple disciple spoke beside her, his tone visibly worried.

Purple Pupil stared at the entrance of the valley in the distance, with a smile on her face, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon!" ”

Although she didn't follow to protect, but for her friends, of course, the purple pupil would not really care, just now she had already released the ability of perspective, and the figure of the dream floating was always in her gaze.

Now, the guy was getting up from the ground, wrapped in muddy water, and got up again, crawling towards Ryoma's back.

The dragon horse's physical strength at this time was almost consumed by him, and I believe that this competition between man and horse should also be about to decide the winner.

Sure enough, he climbed up and jerked the reins.

The dragon horse also seemed to have been conquered by this young man's stubbornness, and this time, it did not struggle to resist again, but obediently followed the guidance of Dream Fusheng, and ran towards the valley where Purple Pupil and the others were.

After a few moments, the sound of hooves approached, and a man and a horse reappeared in everyone's sight.

The firelight reflected Mengfusheng's body full of muddy water, and the warm face was also stained with a lot of muddy water, a little less warm and clean on weekdays, but a little more tenacity belonging to a man.

PS: See you tomorrow.