Black feathers swept across his face, and a bloody streak of blood was drawn from the sharp feathers.

This sudden shock pulled Roderick back from his fantasy world, and he subconsciously tugged at the reins, but he never wanted to transmit this fear to Don Quixote on the white horse.

The fast horse at full speed neighed uneasily, and Roderick wanted to make it raise its front hooves, but somehow it lost control, and Don Quixote turned around and deviated from the road, and even the man and the horse rushed into the nearby flower field, and no matter how much Roderick controlled the reins, he could not make Don Quixote stop running.

"Wait! Hey, hey! Obedient! Don't be such a buddy! ......

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