Chapter 137: Eating Those Flowers

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Yin Huai cut a way, Xiao Lian cried a way, and some ate a way. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It is an old horse, skinny, with a few manes on the top of its head, without the light of Zhan Zhan, nor the ambition of the old man.

It's just a very, very old horse.

From the northern wilderness to the town of Giethoorn, and then in the town of Giethoorn I saw the terrible and lovely little girl who brought it.

It's just an ordinary old horse, and it might just be an ordinary horse that's too old to walk.

But it's not really that it can't walk, it just looks like it can't walk, in fact, it's walked through countless places.

It had seen the northernmost mountain, and snatched a lotus from that mountain, which was the best thing it had ever eaten, cool and melting, and it was the place where it had been when it was youngest, most rampant, and most presumptuous.

It didn't go to the mountain again, but went to the only palace in the wasteland, and then it was invited out, in fact, by some cultivator in the wasteland, and when it was kicked out, it saw a plum garden next to the palace.

There are many plum blossoms blooming inside, and plum blossoms bloom there in all seasons.

He was angry, and he ate a small plum blossom from a small plum tree in the outermost part of the orchard.

Plum blossoms are not tasty, very bitter and astringent, and very cold.

Later, it was driven further south.

It later ate many things, and the most in the wasteland was grass, and of course the most grass it ate.

All kinds of grasses, the most fragrant grass on the prairie, the sweetest grass on the prairie, the grass stained with dew, the grass basking in the sun. The first delicate grass under the horses' hooves in spring, and the dying grass under the residual snow in winter.

It's eaten all.

Later, when it was old, it didn't have the heart to wander around and eat all kinds of sweet grasses, so it found a small grassland at random, and the grass grew in the grassland that was neither old nor tender, neither green nor yellow. The grass wasn't tasty, it wasn't unpleasant, but it was a lot, enough for an old horse to live out his old age.

Then it met a man, the second person it feared in the world, and the person he feared the most in the world was his sister.

It was a true genius, too, who brought it out of the prairie where it was ready to enjoy its old age, and went further south, saying that he would go to a great city further south, and take his sister with him.

He said he was going to marry his sister there.

Although the old horse is very old, it was also an old horse who had been to many places, and he didn't understand why he had to go to the south when the north was so good and the south was so hot.

It's a pity that no matter how much it doesn't understand, he and she still have to go to the south, and it is also pulled to the south.

Then the old horse watched as the grass slowly dwindled and was replaced by some tall trees.

Then he crossed the river with the lovely and terrible little girl, and met a little boy by the river, a little boy who did not like to talk, but liked to whip it with a horsewhip.

So the journey to the south was more and less personal.

Less is the genius it fears secondly, and more is the little kid it fears third.

It doesn't know where the genius has gone, just as it doesn't know why the little kid is going to the South.

But in short, the little girl it feared the most was still by its side.

In the town where the little kid lives, it has eaten something it hasn't eaten in a long time.

That's the sweet bean paste bun.

However, there was no more bean paste bag, and it was hungry again, and it seemed that there was a fire outside, and it burned everything outside, and even the neat horse pen where it lived was burned down.

It's a wonderful fire, and when it burns, it gives off a rich floral fragrance.

He was afraid that the fire would burn on him, so he ran out of the stall, and he saw a fire all over the mountain, and a fire all over the garden.

Everywhere there was a burning fire, and then it realized that the fire was not fire, it was just flowers, red flowers like fire.

It doesn't know where it's going, go back to the grassland in the north, or go to the south to see.

It couldn't make up its mind, and wanted to talk to someone, so it thought of the genius.

It wanted to find the vanishing genius, and it had to ask someone, so it thought of the cute and terrible little girl.

It happened to be hungry and wondered if there were any sweet bean buns, so it thought of the little boy who liked to fight horses.

But even if it thinks of those people, it is not a psychic god, and it has no ability to know, so it can only walk around and see.

Let's see if we can find those three.

The fires were burning too strong, the flowers were blooming so much that the fierce ones couldn't find a way, and the ones that were full of them had nowhere to stay.

Fortunately, there is nothing good about the old horse, that is, it can eat, and it is a blessing to be able to eat, especially at this time, those fires are still flowers, and they are still plants, and the horse is originally an animal that only eats plants, so it can also eat those flowers.

The old horse thought of this, and then saw the only red in front of him.

It's a very happy snort, or a very scared snort.

Countless flowers, endless fires, it's just an old horse.

Those flowers are no ordinary flowers.

When the old horse nibbled the first flower into his mouth, he felt it.

It melts in your mouth, but it looks like a raging flame, but it is like a swimming fish, sliding around in your mouth.

As hot as fire, as cunning as a fish.

But no matter how unpalatable it is, it still needs to be eaten.

There are some things that are difficult to do, but they still have to be done.

The old horse didn't know that there was someone not far away doing something similar to it, but it wasn't a very edible teenager, just an ordinary teenager with an unusual gray knife in his hand.

The same are the same flowers.

The knife in the hand of the young man over there was raised high, and then fell heavily. After that, there were only petals all over the ground.

Lao Ma didn't know that there was a young man who also wanted to find a way, but instead of using his mouth, he used the knife in his hand to cut a way.

That's really hard.

If the old horse wants to eat a way, it is also a difficult thing.

It is difficult to open a way out of the boundless sea of flowers, but I don't know if it will be easier for two people to do it together, and it will be easier for one person and one horse to do it.

Maybe, maybe not.

It was only when Yin Huai saw a winding path from the endless sea of flowers, coming from the direction of the past horse fence.

In front of the road was an old horse, and there were no red flowers behind the road, but the remains of countless flowers.

I can vaguely see the tooth marks of the broken lace.

The old horse has such a good tooth and a good appetite.

Yin Huai gave birth to joy, comfort, satisfaction, and countless complex and extremely beautiful emotions.

The old horse didn't see the smile on the face of Yin Huai, who was almost dry, but just snorted and continued to struggle with the red flowers in front of him.

I don't know if it's intentional or providential.

Two roads from different places became one road.

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Good luck to you, in fact, sometimes, I also want to have the kind of partner who can accompany me for a lifetime, or who can always work together for a certain goal, and that must be an extremely happy and satisfying thing.