The King of Horses broke through the barrier and ran wildly into the depths of the pasture.

Wei Qianheng hit his horse to catch up, and Wu Shizi and others hurriedly followed.

The king of horses ran away in a blink of an eye, leaving a trail of blood along the way.

Wei Qianheng and his entourage chased forward along the blood stains.

From noon to sunset, he finally caught up with the king of horses who had no way to go in front of the southernmost mountain wall of the grassland.

Although there is no way forward, the king of horses is unwilling to give in, and has been tumbling and jumping to throw off the little black slave on his body.

After being bumped and running wild by the king of horses for most of the day, Xiao Hei was already exhausted, his chest was stuffy and painful, the blood saliva at the corner of his mouth had not been broken, and his dark face was also miserable white, and the whole person was lying on the horse's back with his dying breath, holding the reins of the horse with both hands, and he did not relax for a moment.

When Wei Qianheng arrived with people, he saw the dying little black slave on the back of King Ma, and his heart was suddenly relieved.

He was about to surround the king of horses and subdue him, but the king turned and fled along the steep wall to the western cliff.

The cold wind on the cliff blew cold to the bones, Xiao Hei sensed that something was wrong, raised his eyes to see the dark abyss in front of him, and the blood in his whole body instantly coagulated.

She wanted to jump off the horse to escape, but the speed of the horse king was so fast, she would fall to her death if she jumped.

She looked back at Wei Qianheng who was chasing after her in a panic, but they were some distance away from her, not to mention, the cliff was dangerous, and they would not risk saving a lowly manu.

The black eyes were quenched with frost, Xiao Hei took out the crescent dagger in his sleeve, and was about to cut the neck of the horse king with a knife, but she thought that Wei Qianheng loved the horse like her life, she killed the horse king, how could he let her go?

Is she going to die here today?

She's not afraid of death, but she can't die yet!

Thinking of this, she couldn't care about anything else, gritted her teeth, and swung the crescent dagger in her hand towards the neck of the horse king.

This is the only life she has left......

However, before her dagger could fall, the sound of breaking the air followed, and the king of horses roared a few times and fell to the edge of the cliff.

Xiao Hei rolled from the horse's back to the ground, staring at the three deadly arrow feathers on the horse king's body in a daze, unable to believe that he had been saved.

She turned her head sluggishly and looked, ten steps away, Wei Qianheng was holding a dark iron longbow, and his face was sparse, like a savior god and a hell rakshasa.

Touching his cold deep eyes, the little black body involuntarily shrunk into a ball, trembling like chaff.

Wei Qianheng condescendingly looked at the horse king who was convulsing on the ground, and then looked at the little black slave who was kneeling on the ground and shrunk into a ball, the murderous aura in his eyes gradually converged, and his face was calm and waveless, but people didn't dare to look directly.

Wu Shizi and others rushed over, looked at the king of horses who fell in a pool of blood, and said regretfully: "It's a pity, if you have it, this year's horse racing will definitely be your first name again, and there is nothing to do with them without King Jin......"

"Without it, this king can still defeat the king of Jin - his conspiracy will not succeed!"

In the twilight, Wei Qianheng's face was not real, and his voice was full of a biting chill, "If you dare to go against me, there will be no forgiveness!" ”

He was obviously talking about the grievances of the King of Jin, but Xiao Hei was so frightened that he couldn't kneel steadily, his body was weak, and he fell to the ground.

Wei Qianheng stared at him coldly, and his lips provoked a hint of playfulness.

The little black slave in front of him was judging the same as the trembling appearance he was now when he was taming his horse.

I'm so scary?

Thinking about it, who in this world is not afraid of him, he is the most bloodthirsty and ruthless 'Lord of Yama' in Great Wei.

"This king is tired, go back!"

Wei Qianheng ordered coldly and led everyone back.

On the way home, Xiao Hei's mood fell to the bottom.

She finally tamed the horse king, but in the end she failed again, so she wanted to go to the summer palace with him, but she was afraid that there was no hope.

Having lost such a good opportunity, how could she find a chance to get close to him again?