Compared to Jiuzhuo, the red shadow was too small, like a slightly larger deer. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It was red all over, but under its feet it was like stepping on a white lotus. The Ma Wang Peak was extremely steep when it went straight up and down, but the red shadow was not afraid and ran down.

It is light and agile, not slow or hurried, as if it is dancing its own dance, enjoying the joy of every leap. The Mustang Brigade that followed Han Feng on both sides knelt on the ground row after row unconsciously, and lowered their heads humbly - Mustang has even been standing when he sleeps in his life, and he has ever knelt on the ground, and this kneeling means entrusting his life to the ground, trusting and awe wholeheartedly.

With a few clicks, the little red horse had stepped lightly on the meadow. It is like a proud monarch who has come to their midst, after reviewing the ceremonial arrays of his subordinates. It was steady and powerful with each step, and under its bare legs and white hooves, it stepped on the few remaining ashes of the Nine Burns.

It lowered its head, as if sniffing the smell of ashes among the grass, and then it suddenly raised its head, and raised its head to the sky with a long hiss, its voice was childish, but it had begun to take on the demeanor of a king.

Following the traces of the ashes, it walked in front of Han Feng.

It was as if I saw Jiuzhuo again in the air. Han Feng looked at the similar eyes and similar fur, and tentatively reached out to stroke the red horse's mane.

The little red horse shook his head instinctively, but it seemed that he smelled the smell left by Jiuzhuo on Han Feng's body, so he quieted down again, and slowly brushed it down with the other party's fingers through his mane.

The horse's back was warm, because the weather was too hot, and the red horse had just jumped down from the mountain, so there was still a slight damp at the base of the mane. Han Feng tentatively pressed it on its shoulder, and then the red horse Herod screamed, but he didn't move.

There is no doubt that the little red horse has inherited the power of Jiuzhuo, and its white fur from its hooves to near its calves indicates its mother's identity - Xiao Han Qiqi.

"I don't know that Jiake came from afar, and I haven't greeted him, so I hope you will forgive me. ”

Just as Han Feng was watching the little red horse lose his mind, a woman turned out from behind the mountain, and before she could show up, the voice had already floated over.

Han Feng raised his head. The woman who claimed to be the queen of Tuodu was still dressed in white. This time, instead of riding a horse, she came on foot, and three or four feet behind her were several men in white, who seemed to have always been suspicious of this woman coming out to meet the old master of Jiuzhuo.

Although the woman in front of her is not as striking as Lijiao, there is no doubt that she is still the most cold and beautiful woman Han Feng has ever seen, if you have to describe it, it is nothing more than "beautiful as a snowflake". The clothes she was wearing were more plain than before, her eyebrows were slightly locked, like rain hitting pear blossoms, and she couldn't help but feel sad.

She stopped in front of Han Feng like a flash of holy light, making Han Feng have to pay attention to her. However, Han Feng looked at her, thinking about Jiuzhuo's death, but he was very ashamed in his heart: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect it well." That's ......" He pointed to the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and saw that the ashes had been blown to the ground, and he really couldn't say that the porcelain pieces were the remnants of the Nine Burns.

But the woman was not angry. As soon as she stretched out her hand, the little red horse took the initiative to run next to her. The little red horse may seem smaller than Jiuzhuo, but standing beside the woman, its head is already at shoulder level, about the same as a one-year-old horse.

The woman touched the little red horse's head and said to Han Feng, "You may have guessed its origin. Xiao Han suddenly died of hunger strike more than a month ago, and I knew that Jiuzhuo was also coming back. Are you going to take Xiaozhuo away?"

Han Feng's throat moved, he wanted to say "yes", but looking at the little red horse, and then at the broken urn on the ground, he suddenly felt that he was too dissatisfied to ask for it again and again. The woman's black and white eyes rolled slightly on his face, and then smiled. The way she laughed made people feel like a spring breeze, but it was still an early spring wind, although it was warm, it was still cold: "Counting the days, Xiaozhuo is only more than four months old now, and ordinary horses can't really go to the battlefield until half a year, but it's the blood of the King of Horses, and it's still different." But even so, I hope you'll wait...... You can take it with you now, but at least wait until it can put on the Saddle Armor of Nine Scorching before letting it go into battle. ”

"Okay, I promise you. Han Feng responded in one bite. He could understand what the woman's worries were, Xiaozhuo's current physique was on par with that of an ordinary adult horse, and its foot strength was even far superior to that of a military horse, but its heart was still immature. It naturally won't be afraid of the battlefield, but the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and what Han Feng is worried about is its fearlessness. With the experience of Jiuzhuo's tragic death, he hoped that Xiaozhuo would act cautiously.

"Then you can go. I won't send it. Han Feng didn't expect that as soon as he put the saddle and reins on the little red horse, the woman gave an eviction order. As soon as he was in a hurry, he flashed around and grabbed the woman's arm, and said, "Girl, please stay!"

However, just when his hand was about to touch the woman's arm, several men behind the woman suddenly blew with the flute in their hands, Han Feng only felt the strong wind behind him, fortunately he reacted quickly, and his feet were a little on the ground, and the whole person took advantage of the momentum to turn up, and happened to sit on the back of Xiaozhuo who rushed over.

Xiaozhuo thought that he wanted to harm the woman, but now that he was riding on him, how could he give up. It used all its strength to kick forward and backward, just wanting to lift Han Feng off its back. However, no matter how powerful it was, it couldn't compare to Jiuzhuo after all, how could it fall down Han Feng.

The woman had turned around at this time, waved her hand when she saw this, and said a few words to Xiaozhuo, although her tone was very soft, but it had an irresistible penetrating power, and her voice was like a clear spring pouring on the top of Xiaozhuo's head, freeing it from its mania and gradually calming down.

At this time, Zhan Zhongqi, who had never spoken, cheered: "I didn't expect that the horse protector turned out to be a side branch of the Rong Shaman." It's been a long time since I've seen this way of speaking horses. ”

The woman was seen through Xingzang, and smiled indifferently: "No wonder the old man recognized it." Whether it's Tongma language or Tongbird language, they are all found from the variations of the 'Hundred Beast Dance', and all changes are inseparable from their origins, I don't know where the 'Hundred Beast Dance' is now?"

Zhan Zhongqi said: "Haha, you doll asked knowingly. Everyone in the world knows that the 'Hundred Beast Dance' is the personal thing of the third princess Mingxi today, where do you ask me?"

The woman let out an "oh" and said, "I thought that everyone in the world knew that the 'Dance of the Hundred Beasts' was a sacred object of the shaman, but it turned out that it had already changed hands." She is not very old, but she speaks very well, and only these two sentences are plain and bland, and she tells the truth of Zhan Zhongqi's treasure theft in the past.

However, Zhan Zhongqi didn't think it was a pestle, but laughed and said: "It was the proud work of the old man when he was young, and now that he is old, he has long since lost the leisure and elegance of that time." If you are willing to go out of the mountain with the old man, and when you get the 'Dance of the Hundred Beasts' in the future, I will give it to you, how about it?"

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