Feng Jiutian and Hua Can don't know how many times they've seen the root of the horse, and they have never seen him come back after the set. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info look at the root of the car is like a leisurely walk at random, without a trace of tension and stiffness, the whole process is so orderly, and it is so cooperable.

Considering that the number of bee flies tonight will definitely be much more than last night, it is necessary to use a wide range of lethal 'ambushes', and with the previous experience of corpse-tailed bee flies only following behind the cart and left and right, the two of them helped to change the red treading cloud and the cyan wind to the left and right sides of the big cart and the horse. In this way, it not only solves the worry of people having to take care of the horses when the bees catch up, but also reduces the burden on the horses. At this time, there are higher requirements for Gen's driving skills, with two more reins in his hands, and he must take care of the forward speed of the cart and the water in the tank where Shen is sitting in the car cannot be splashed.

There are pros and cons to everything, although the advantage of putting on the side horse is to greatly reduce the burden on the horse, it only needs to drive the carriage, and the task of pulling the cart is handed over to the two side horses, which is slightly faster. However, while reducing the burden on the horses and increasing the speed of travel, there is no time for the horses to replenish and rest, which is beneficial for short distances and not suitable for long distances. Because the speed will be a little faster at the beginning, and after a long time, the horses will feel tired and thirsty at the same time, and the rest time is not guaranteed, so that they will not take turns pulling the cart faster. However, after weighing the pros and cons, they felt that it was more advantageous to group horses together, at least to reduce the threat posed by the corpse-tailed bee fly to horses.

When the sun was still on the western horizon with only her forehead left, it was estimated that her mother was also telling her to go home and eat quickly! Like a child, she plays happily in the morning and at noon, smiling like the creatures of the earth and not feeling the passage of time. However, just as naughty children always come home, when they are hungry and miss their mothers, they will run faster than they come out to play.

In addition to always having a brilliant, warm face like a child, the sun running home runs faster than the child who comes home. After a while, only a few strands of hair of the sun were still flashing on the western horizon, as if waving goodbye to friends, and then smelling the smell of food, and even the back could not be seen when he ran away.

The footprints of the friends are still there, and the footprints of the sun are still there, still dimly affecting the light of the earth, but they are already very lazy and drowsy. The grass on the side of the road had begun to turn blue-gray under the influence of the dust on its body. There were only Feng Jiutian's pedestrians and cars left on the road, and when the sun was still smiling, the pedestrians had already returned home, and those who needed to invest in the inn had already found a place to stay.

The flat, gentle official road began to extend into the darkness, and the dust that had not yet dissipated, like a pale python cruising in the distance. In the unknown darkness ahead, there seem to be countless cunning eyes peeking at the tired pedestrians on the journey, those eyes are mutating with the change of light, and finally dissolving into the dark night, like a ghost, like a ghost, like black dust, like a dark water surging, like a phantom, like a shadow, as if it can change into calm in an instant, or it can be transformed into a demon in the blink of an eye, stretching out its long tongue, luring the pedestrians in a hurry, step by step into its open endless, lightless mouth.

Hua Can carefully took out a small, square wooden box from her backpack and held it in her palm. The eight corners of the wooden box are wisps of bronze, the bronze on the eight corners and the bronze on the twelve sides are connected to form a drag, cleverly dragging the shell of the small wooden box, carving some profound patterns on the wooden box, the small wooden box is supported in the palm of Huacan, although the size is less than half of the palm, but it seems to be very heavy, making people look like there is a sense of thickness, a sense of time with a long history.

Hua Can gently opened the lid of the wooden box, and a ray of cold light floated out of the box, lingering on the top of the box but not being blown away by the breeze, like a sticky spider web, although it swayed lightly in the wind, it was tightly connected to the foundation, which suddenly made people feel a trance, an unreal sense of dream. For a while, people don't know whether they are perceiving time in a dream, or reminiscing about the dream world in the haze of waking.

Hua Can's five fingers folded the lid of the wooden box between the four fingers of his left hand and the box, stretched out his right index finger and gently clicked into the box, like a gentle willow branch, a crystal white millet grain-like little thing stuck to his index finger. In the dimness, the small grain of rice was like an ice sculpture of Xiaoice, shining with a white and clear luster, and there was a circle of cold light around it. Hua Can stretched out his hand and gently shook it down on the palm of Feng Jiutian, who had already stretched out his palm, and closed the lid of the wooden box with his backhand.

Feng Jiu's Heavenly Will moved as he wished, and the pure Yang Qi of the Firmament had already shown a warm pale yellow Gang Qi between his hands, and his right hand was already interlocked with his left hand, and his palm was empty, as if he was gently holding a small beating drop of water between his palms, gently shaking and shaking.

After a while, it is like warm fingers on the ice chips in winter, attracting each other in an instant but not condensing. Hua Can's fingers are like willow branches in spring, gently and decisively harvested, and in the wooden box that he opened again, another crystal millet grain made of ice stuck to his index finger, and the glimmer almost passed through Hua Can's fingers, and it seemed that even the skin lines on his fingers could be seen very clearly.

At this time, Feng Jiutian's hands were interlocked, and the warm qi gently shook the ice grains the size of rice grains in his palms, like holding a thumb-sized baby in his palm, as if he was gently shaking to coax her to sleep, and seemed to be worried that she was sleeping too much, and needed to wake her up with a gentle shaking feeling, but she was afraid that the sound would be too loud and frighten her, so she could only shake softly, first let her feel the gentleness from a gentle person in her sleep, feel his meticulousness and safety, and rely on that real sense of security in the waking up, gradually waking up and enjoying the hazy warmth that makes her attached.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian's hands raised towards the sky, and a white light rushed into the sky from between his palms, and the Xiaoice chips seemed to be dozens of times larger in an instant, becoming the size of a little finger, like a white and transparent white jade shooting into the air, and like a white light piercing into the dark sky seven or eight feet high. When the Celestial Gang Qi that Feng Jiutian threw upwards was exhausted, the ice cube the size of a little finger paused for a moment and began to fall sharply.

Feng Jiutian didn't look at the lightning-like falling ice, he reached out and took another rice-grain-shaped 'ice chip' from Hua Can's finger, and clasped the palm of his left palm with his right palm, shaking it gently like the first time. The cooperation between the two is like the corresponding brilliance of clouds and flowing water, and in the movement is like a flowing old man of time, without a trace of reluctance.

The white light falling from the sky, trailing the tail with a shining light, dragging the tail like lightning in the summer sky. I don't know if it's too fast or if it's an eternal existence in itself, if it's stationary, no one can tell which end is the tail, which place is the head, which side is the reality, and which place is the trailing tail light.

Feng Jiutian and they were just a little faster than usual, and no matter how Shenjun's horse was, after all, it was still flesh and blood, and they could rush like this, almost non-stop, day and night, and they might have died on the side of the road if they had changed to other horses.

Is that light a meteor in the sky? Is it a flash of lightning? Neither. After the white light fell to two or three feet, it opened in the air like a small umbrella, and the body that fell sharply suddenly slowed down, and the edge of the umbrella was upturned leisurely, and it did not stay until it swooped down in parallel and suddenly, and then, the white light was steadily smooth in the air. It turned out to be a butterfly fluttering its beautiful wings, crystal clear and clear, and at the base of the wings, the silver-white wings could be seen clearly. In the dark night, it was like a beautiful elf dancing in the air, making a small circle around several people, and then like a small kite, it rose higher and higher, and gradually, like a star that disappeared in the night sky, disappeared from the sight of the flowers.