Chapter 138 Red on Red, Flower Makeup

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The old horse snorted violently, and a petal erupted from between its teeth, and the red petals of fire floated in the air, and it spun several times before it fell to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Yin Huai grabbed the knife, the gray blade picked up a broken petal, which was also fluttering in the air, not spinning, but being blown more broken by the wind, the wind was the knife brought up by the knife, it was very cold, like the knife.

But that kind of awe-inspiring look did not appear on Yin Huai's face, Yin Huai's face was only joyful, only dry.

Joy is to see the old horse on the road in front of me, and dry is the petals scattered on the road that I didn't see.

This is a road made up of two roads, the old horse stands on the road, behind is the winding path, the old horse is full of red light, his mouth is still chewing something, there is a little red left out next to the wide horse lips, the old horse feels that he can spit out fire.

The old horse raised his head and also saw Yin Huai, Yin Huai had been looking at it, his eyes were full of joy, the old horse wanted to snort again, but he couldn't, for fear that the fire in his mouth would run out.

Yin Huai wanted to laugh, but he couldn't, the corners of his mouth twitched, as if his whole face had stiffened, but Lao Ma seemed to see endless joy from that face that couldn't put on joy.

Suddenly, the joy on that face changed, and the cold blade went down Yin Huai's arm to his face, and the arm that was already unable to move was raised high again, just like before, the same as before, the knife would still fall, and it would fall heavily.

Lifted high, just to fall heavily.

Falling heavily, just to cut a flower hard.

It was also a red flower, but the red one was more showy than the other flowers that had been cut with a knife, not only showy, but also lively.

Gorgeous because the red is more intense, a color that is redder than fire.

It is lively because there is a fish living in the safflower, a fish that is equally gorgeous and lively.

Yin Huai had a pair of extremely keen eyes, so he could clearly see the swimming fish from the stamen of the red flower, and the fish was lively, so even the red flower seemed lively.

Liveliness can sometimes be thought of as flexibility, and the safflower also has a flexibility that does not belong to the flower at all.

But how flexible is that flower, flexible to the point of even insidious, flexible clinging to the old horse's slightly curly and sparse mane, if Yin Huai's blade is slightly off, it will cut off a piece of meat on the old horse's body, so that the safflower will appear more red and bright, because it is stained with blood.

It's a pity that Yin Huai has really cut too many flowers, and the broken petals behind him are the last traces left by those red flowers that tried to block Yin Huai.

Death was still too terrible after all, especially for the saffron that looked pitiful under the blade.

There is no other skill, but when the knife in Yin Huai's hand falls heavily, the blade looks very cold, the blade looks very hazy, and the killing machine carried is so piercing.

The invisible hand grasped the nimble and cunning red flower tightly, and in just a moment, the red flower was no longer what it was.

Red is just broken red, Yan is just messy Yan, and as for the fish that sinks in the center of the stamen, it is also messy and broken.

The air was filled with the terrible cries of the fish, like people gagging and making a terrible sound.

It was the first time the old horse had heard such a sound, as if the red flowers he had eaten before were churning in his stomach, as if as long as the old horse opened his mouth, the red flowers would come out along the slender horse's neck, which was extremely ugly The old horse did not want to let the hateful and cute little boy in front of him see his embarrassed appearance.

At first, the old horse didn't know why Yin Huai suddenly took out the knife, and he didn't know where this ugly sound came from, but when the eyes that were a little bigger than the snow lotus that saw the snow mountain saw a red flower, it understood a little.

Just at a glance, it understands.

It was a red flower unlike any other.

The safflower of the grassland is originally a different flower, and that safflower is the most special one among them, maybe not only one, but there are many, but this one alone is the most beautiful, bewitching and flexible of all the safflowers.

But like Yin Huai, the old horse also buried a lot of red flowers, and there was also a bare road behind it, but there was no such road, only that kind of red flowers. The way the old horse buries those saffrons is also very different, at least it is completely different from Yin Huai.

On the way out of Yin Huai, there are still the wreckage left by the safflower petals, although those wrecks can no longer see a little of the beauty and charm of the original safflower, but they are like sporadic sparks left after the fire of the prairie is extinguished, and they can still illuminate some scattered places.

But there were no petals in the road behind the old horse, for the flowers were not buried under the old horse's hooves, but in its mouth, which until now had the heat of the red flower.

But then it saw a red flower, more fiery than all the red flowers it had seen before, it was not far or close to it, but it could still feel the fire that it contained that almost scorched people.

It was also a flexible red flower, clinging to the corner of Yin Huai's left side, and Yin Huai's hand holding the knife was his right hand, and the hand that was raised high and falling heavily was also his right hand, but the flower was floating there, without relying on it, and there was no need to rely on it.

That's really a cunning red flower.

It was also a beautiful red flower that looked like it wanted to eat.

But obviously the old horse had eaten so many safflowers before, and he knew very well that the taste of those safflowers was really not exceptionally good, but it was a bit like throat-burning wine, but it would not make people drunk, and it would not make the horse drunk.

The red flower is a seductive and tempting red flower.

It's not a flower, it's just a fruit, the fruit born of the essence of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, is a spark ignited by the gods, as if as long as you bite it gently, the thick juice that bursts out can completely get people drunk, and the fragrance is unmatched by all the fine wines in the world.

It wasn't a red flower, it was just a delicious fruit.

Old horses like to eat fruits, especially those with strong juice and delicious flavor.

The old horse's throat was already dry and could burst into fire, and now he saw a grain of fruit.

It just so happened that the old horse could reach the flower, the fruit by stretching his neck.

Then, in the vast Red Sea, there was one less flower, a red flower like a fruit.

However, there are many more fruits in the vast safflower, many different safflowers.

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