There is no reason for what the big dark horse thinks.

Since she is heaven, everything she thinks and does is the principle of heaven.

The big black horse was too fast when she ran away before, although it was only for a very short time, and she ran out for hundreds of feet, and she walked towards the grassland with her hands behind her back.

The big black horse no longer dared to try to escape, and followed behind dejectedly. Tsing Yi was very tight around her waist, still because she was a little fat, and the big black horse looked at her back with fear in his eyes.

It thought of the blue satin tied around the slender waist of the bookworm in the wasteland, and couldn't help but feel infinite remorse, and scolded Ning Que in its heart: I said that the woman is better, but you don't listen to me.

Back where she was, she looked at the swarthy carriage covered in dust, and after a moment of silence, she walked in, and saw the big worn-out black umbrella in the corner of the carriage, as well as the iron box of the third chapter of the fifth volume of the magic pen.

She sat down next to the iron box, stretched out her fingers and slowly stroked the surface of the box, smoothing out the dust that had been tossed and scattered, her fingers were very steady, and the dust was wiped very evenly.

Then she looked at the faintly visible Tianqi Mountain in the southeast, still silent, and the big black horse knew what she should do, and stepped on the grass with four hooves and prepared to move forward.

Sweat seeped from its dark and smooth skin, instantly wetting its dirty mane, and it hissed in annoyance, having used all its strength, but still unable to pull the carriage a single step.

She stretched out her right hand and landed on the wall of the carriage, and she didn't know what she had done, only to see a very faint light flash, and the talisman array on the wall of the carriage was activated instantly, and the wheels began to move forward with the autumn grass.

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If a carriage wants to pass through the Guò Tianqi Mountains, it can only pass through Guò Helan City. By this time the Don army had already withdrawn to the south. Only a dozen Tang troops were left in Helan City, like an empty city.

Although there were only a dozen Tang soldiers, watching the arrival of this black carriage, they still began to be vigilant and prepared for battle, and at this time, she opened the curtains. Glancing at the city.

The gates of Helan City, which the Golden Horde Court could not open even the elites, slowly opened under her gaze. The black carriage entered Helan City and led to the canyon of Guò. Volume 5: The Stroke of God, Chapter 3, They Headed for the Eastern Wilderness.

It wasn't until the black carriage disappeared from view that the dozen or so Tang soldiers woke up, their eyes revealing a look of confusion and shock. They remember exactly what had happened, and they couldn't understand why they had opened the gates of the city so honestly, what had happened?

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The black carriage passed through the Eastern Wilderness, passed through the border village, entered the Yan Kingdom, and then continued south. All the way was barren mountains and mountains, and the population was rare, and she still didn't speak.

One day, the black carriage came to a small town at the junction of Yan and Song, the town was very small and ordinary, with only one narrow street. The houses along the street are old and simple. The smell of rotten vegetable leaves and fills the market, and if you smell it carefully, you can smell the peculiar stench of salted fish, and this place is remote and untouched by the war. Inevitably, life has been affected, and business other than food is obviously much more difficult than before. The butcher's shop at the east end of the street is the only one in town, and it tends to be very lively during the big market, but today it is deserted and the flies find it boring.

The black carriage stopped in front of the butcher's shop, and she stepped out of it, looking at her towering breasts and tight clothes. His brows furrowed slightly, and he still couldn't hide his disgust for his plump body.

Although the business was not good, the butcher was in a good mood, and he didn't expect this butcher shop to live anyway, and at this time he was chopping the cured pork ribs that had been smoked last winter, and was ready to stay and cook wine.

Hearing the footsteps, he looked up, looked at the girl in Tsing Yi who walked into the butcher shop, and was slightly stunned, thinking to himself which bride this fat girl married, why hadn't he seen it before.

Then he continued to lower his head to chop the flesh, the sharp and heavy meat knife, with each cut, the greasy surface of the knife would splash a lot of star foam, and the thick cutting board kept shaking.

She walked up to the butcher and watched quietly, as if interested in his flesh.

The butcher didn't react at first, just cut it to himself.

Then his breathing gradually became rapid, like a seriously ill old man, the sound of pulling the bellows kept ringing in his strong chest, and the hand holding the hilt of the knife trembled slightly.

The fear in his eyes became stronger and stronger, the speed of chopping meat became slower and slower, the knife became heavier and heavier, and then he began to sweat, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans overflowed on his forehead, but he didn't dare to wipe them at all, so he had to let those beads of sweat fall into the pile of pork ribs, and then be cut into countless petals by the meat knife, and it was difficult to separate.

The butcher's hand trembled even more, and at last it deflected and slashed at his own finger.

There was a muffled thud, and countless bursts of grease and wood residue splattered from under the cutting board. With a click, a crack appeared on the nearly half-human-tall cutting board, which was cut open alive.

The knife is endless, the meat case is broken into two, and then, an extremely deep crack appeared on the ground covered with blood and water, this crack is extremely dark, you can't see how deep it is, only faintly you can hear the sound of gurgling water, it seems to be an underground river!

What a terrifying knife this is, it is obviously cut on the finger and does not fall on the cutting board, but it can actually break the case and reach the Yellow Spring under the netherworld!

What is even more shocking is that such a terrifying knife slashed heavily on the butcher's finger, and it did not cut off his finger, leaving only a shallow white mark!

What was this man's body made of? Yet such a man did not dare to look at her, and under her calm gaze, he panicked as if he was going mad.

The butcher looked at the pork chops scattered all over the ground, grinned widely, showing a mouth full of yellow teeth, as if he was about to cry, and as if he was going to laugh at himself, suddenly, he threw the heavy meat knife in his hand to the ground, squatted down and hugged his head and cried bitterly, still not daring to look up at her.

"Is the pork ribs too meaty, I'll go to the Song Palace to get some houttuynia to match, if you want to say that thing is greasy and flavorful, it's really a must...... in the world, that is, those who don't understand."

The drunkard came in from outside the butcher's shop, and when he saw the situation in the shop, when he saw the blade, and when he saw the butcher holding his head and crying like a child who had seen a ghost, his voice stopped abruptly.

He opened his mouth to say something, but found that his throat was hoarse and could not make a sound, only the wine jug at his waist swayed and whirred in the cold winter wind.

He looked at the girl in green clothes, his face instantly turned extremely pale, and his eyes were full of shock, because he couldn't understand what he saw, and he didn't understand how such a thing could happen.

The butcher shop was silent.

The drunkard gradually calmed down, at least his expression became more normal, and asked in a hoarse and respectful voice, "Who do you dare to ask you for, where are you from, and where are you going?"

For her, the last two questions were not a problem, the first question was indeed a problem, so she thought about it for a while, looked at a certain place in the world, and thought about some of the past.

The flask no longer swayed, and the cold winter wind began to wreak havoc.

In an instant, the drunkard disappeared from the butcher's shop.

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The drunkard went to the embankment on the shore of the storm sea in the Song Kingdom, then he went to the Lanke Temple, then he went to the lair of a water bandit in the middle of Daze, and he even went to Chang'an City, and stayed in front of the academy for a while, and finally he chose to go to a small island in the depths of the South China Sea, because he believed that Chen would not make a mistake.

On that small island filled with hot mist, he stayed only for a short time, and then in that moment of light, there was a rise and fall of the tide, the sun and the moon rose, and so on three times.

In three days, the drunkard was wasted without a trace at the thought of the drunkard, and he was willing to pay a great price for such magical powers, knowing that in order to avoid the other party, as long as he did not die, he was willing to do anything.

In the morning light, the drunkard stood on the black reef, looking at the far north, no matter how far his eyes were, he still couldn't see the mainland, but he didn't feel sad because of this, but felt a lot more relieved, at this time, he felt that he probably understood Chen's feelings back then.

Even if you can't set foot on land for the rest of your life, so what?

In his long life, except for the last eternal night, only a certain time when the broken car pulled by the old ox walked into the town, did he have this feeling of the rest of his life.

Even those two times, they were not as strong and thrilling as this time. The drunkard felt very fortunate, and while mourning for the butcher, he wanted to drink some wine to celebrate.

He took the flask from his waist and was about to raise it in front of him, when suddenly a hand as white as jade, through the sea breeze, came to him and took the flask away.

The movements of that hand were so natural and casual that it was impossible to refuse.

She picked up the flask and began to drink, some of which was spilled on the blue hem of her dress, and then she finished it.

She threw the flask back into the drunkard's arms.

The two of them returned to the town.

It is true that three days have passed, and the smell of in the bazaar has become a little stronger, but nothing has changed in the butcher's shop, and the butcher no longer cries with his head in his arms, nor does he dare to run away, and stands in the corner with his head down.

The drunkard has no distance or measurability, and his thoughts are three days, and the realm is really unfathomable, and it can even be said that he has comprehended the highest rules of time and space in the Haotian world.

However, she is Haotian, this is her world, she is the rules, no matter how deep the drunkard and butcher comprehend, they are still within the rules, so how can they stay away from her?

"Good wine. She looked at the drunkard and said.

This is the first time she has spoken in the world, her voice has no fluctuations, and it is naturally difficult to express her feelings, but it does not sound mechanical and unusually ethereal, transparent and empty.

She clearly said two words, but it seemed to utter countless syllables at the same time, as complex as the most beautiful music, more like all the sounds of nature.

The higher the realm, the more you can appreciate the sacredness contained in the voice, and the more you want to surrender and worship such a great being.

Even the drunkards and butchers, they are the same.

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