Born on a horse farm, he was born shorter than the other horses and ran much less quickly than the other horses. In this horse farm, he should have been the least popular one.

However, there are also children who come to ride horses, and his short and slow pace provides a lot of security. Therefore, no one cared about his speed and size, and the owner of the horse farm treated all the horses equally.

Sometimes, the gap between people is really bigger than that between people and dogs. When some bosses have begun to think about losing their conscience to make money, it is really rare that he can still not be swayed by interests.

And what kind of environment, what kind of character is created, from childhood to adulthood, no matter whether the chasing horse is good or not, the same kind will not say anything about him, and humans will not do anything to him. This environment has created a more Buddhist chasing horse.

Chasing the wind horse doesn't have much hatred for anything, whether people are good or bad, he doesn't care, he has never been bullied, and he has not been bullied until now.

When God closes a door, He will surely open a window for you. The purity and talent of the wind chasing horse are very strong, and the situation encountered from childhood to adulthood is either crushed, or five or five, anyway, if you can't beat it, you can run. No matter how slow a horse runs, it is faster than a man.

In this case, the wind-chasing horse can be said to be the ultimate Buddha. After all, I don't have a salary, why are I working so hard, I can't beat it and turn around and run, and if I can beat it, I can destroy it.

The whole horse life of chasing the wind horse lives a muddy life all year round, faint as an ink painting, gurgling but no waves. His soul was always tugged at ease and comfort, and he never had a real struggle or fighting spirit.

Storm Chasing is a horse with little opinion, and he is keen to listen to his leaders and follow the instructions to go to places he is not sure if he wants to go. Like a phantom, he constantly changes roles in the lives of others and can never become the protagonist.

He teaches by word and deed, so his deeds are like flowing water, without desire or desire. "The world is so complicated, I just choose to go with the laws of nature," he said. Although some people think that he is waiting to die, he himself thinks that it is a detached attitude to life.

He is like a drop of water in the ocean that drifts with the waves, floating in the warm sea. His ripples on the calm water are always so slight, however, even the smallest fluctuations can cause the tide to change. He may not lead the trend and will not leave a strong mark in the long river of history, but he calmly moves forward on his own path, like a cloud that is blown by the wind, simple and free.

Therefore, Yan Yanhu arranged the task, and he came over to do it. His attitude is that it doesn't matter, if he can win, he will be destroyed, and if he can't win, he will run.

And the wind-chasing horse with this attitude, as soon as it comes up, it is naturally full of firepower, and it is all in directly! If you win, you will call it a day, and if you lose, you will slip away.

The name of the Wind Chasing Horse, as it symbolizes, is a representation of the wind. He has an elegant posture, a straight neck, and four hooves are fast, as if he really is moving through the clouds and the sun, like the embodiment of the wind. And the wind that had already been unleashed by him continued to cause the calm air to tremble, as if activated by countless tiny touches.

The atmosphere around him began to become tense, as if an invisible, massive pressure was spreading. Then, the clouds in the sky began to gather, gradually merging into a huge surge of force, swooping from the sky to the ground. Shrouded from the sky. The wind is no longer a gentle stroke, but a wild, powerful impact. Under the raging wind, the air became swift and sharp, like countless tiny arrows, mercilessly sweeping over every inch of land, every plant and tree, every living thing.

The arrival of the wind changed everything. The peaceful meal was disrupted by the pressure of the wind, and the miners hurriedly bent down to try to withstand the sudden storm. The dancing corners of the clothes, the trembling body, the fixed gaze, the lunch box slipped out of the hand, and the food was scattered all over the ground, like a high-hanging weighing stone falling suddenly, causing people to feel distressed.

The expressions on the faces of the miners who were eating seemed to be frozen by the wind, and all kinds of complex emotions were intertwined on their faces with pain, horror, and incomprehension. Their waists were bent very low, their hands clasped to the ground, and their bodies trembled slightly, like a small grass that would be blown down by the wind at any moment.

Then look at the people who are sleeping, their bodies clinging to the ground because of this strong wind, as if they want to become one with the earth. They tried their best to get up, but they couldn't resist the pressure of the wind, and their pained expressions were clearly visible. Their lips were closed, their eyes were distorted in pain, and their muscles tensed like a piano about to break.

And the woman who was still waiting for her husband to come out, she protected her three-year-old child under her body and let the wind wreak havoc on her body. The mother's face was full of determination and pain, and her gentle eyes revealed a tenacity that bordered on despair while protecting her son. The wind tore at her hair wildly and wrapped her rags, but she held on like a rock.

Under the fierceness of the storm, the images of the three of them are even more eye-catching. They stand tall in the wind, like three mountain peaks, firm and unyielding. Because the three of them were anomalous beings, in the face of this kind of wind attribute AOE attack, the three of them could naturally stand firm, but they couldn't stand up for long. That feeling of top-down pressure is still there!

Wang Shuwei faced the challenge of the wind, and he was not afraid. He decisively closed his eyes, folded his hands, and began a solemn and deep prayer. There was a reverence and steadfastness on his face, as if he could have asked God to defuse this storm through prayer.

Fanatical believers, worthy of the name!

Ye Ning's eyes were nervous and scared, and the wind blew his figure to sway, but his heart was like a raging fire, full of fighting spirit. He gently opened his palm, condensing a crimson seal. In an instant, a raging fire jumped in the palm of his hand, illuminating everything around him. His face was full of determination, as if this one-sided storm could not make Ye Ning directly rot, but could only arouse his courage to fight to the death.

Yan Hanjun is calm and decisive, and he is unwavering in the face of strong winds. He pulled a pistol out of his pocket, the body of which the special syringe was mounted to stand out in the wind. He held the handle of his gun steadily, aiming it at the heart of the storm, the Wind Chaser. His indifferent eyes pierced through the storm, staring straight at the wind chaser.

Yan Hanjun's expression froze at this moment. He did his best to hold his struggling body in place, and aimed his pistol at the Wind Chaser in the most stable position. His eyes converged into a sharp light, staring at his target, letting the wind whine in his ears.

He gritted his teeth, every muscle tense to the extreme. Then, finding a moment of relative calm in the storm, he shortened his breath and sank into silence. Press the upper slide rail with your thumb to control the rhythm and time of reset; The index finger tightened the trigger and transmitted the perceived pressure to the pistol in the hand.

The pistol reacted instantaneously with the action of the trigger, and a slight and short "bang" sounded. The red liquid-filled bullet resembled a red garnet, and the powerful force flung it out of the chamber of the gun, through the sky, and flew straight in the direction of the wind chasing horse.

Numerous blades of wind tried to stop the bullets in the process, but were powerless. The bullet cut through the wind, revealing a hollow trace, and kept spinning, and with a decisive killing intent, it seemed not to be frightened, and flew towards the target very quickly. The moment the target made contact with it, bullets carrying red liquid struck the Wind Chaser without warning.

The wind-chasing horse of the more Buddhist system didn't think about dodging, with inherent experience, these bullets have long been outdated and can't hurt themselves at all, so why hide? Dodging is a pointless thing.

It is this kind of Buddhist thinking that makes the wind chasing horse have a kind of rotten thinking, and he will not do anything that has nothing to lose anyway, and because of this, the wind chasing horse has suffered a big loss. They don't know until technology is progressing all the time, and Chasing Horse just doesn't understand that.

The syringe left a tiny mark on the horse's thick skin, and the entire bullet slipped into it. The sound of the syringe piercing the muscles was completely muffled by the storm, and only the junction of the bullet and the muscles emitted a faint red light, proving its existence.

The bullet forms a small hole in the horse's body, which appears to be completely cut from the outside world, however, as the bullet enters, the hole becomes active. The red-turning liquid is pumping out of the bullet's syringe, rapidly spreading into the Storm Chaser's bloodstream.

The elixir is like a red stream that is passing through the veins, carrying mysterious power surging through the body. This power is gentle and vigorous, like a warm current, silently changing the physique of the wind chasing horse. Driven by the blood, the potion gradually disappeared from sight and entered deeper into the body of the Wind Chaser.

Yan Hanjun lowered the pistol in his hand slightly, and with his other hand, he quickly took out the replaced cartridge holder, and he gently pressed the handle of the gun to remove the empty cartridge holder. Immediately, he took out a new magazine with ordinary bullets from his pocket, and at once it was successfully installed in the pistol. His movements are precise and crisp. Silver bullets are neatly arranged in the chamber, and the shiny body of the gun reflects the light spots.

The oppression of the strong wind field made others a little difficult, but it was not a big problem for Yan Hanjun, who was strengthened by the body. He recalibrated the pistol in his hand, stabilized his posture again, and was fully prepared. His eyes were still fixed on the Wind Chaser.

Yan Hanjun said coldly: "There are still three minutes for the effect of the medicine to take effect, he will get weaker and weaker, and hold on for five minutes." ”