An indescribable light flashed in the eyes of the white horse, and his eyes looked into the sky, and then turned out a white patch in his eyes.

After Xue Yun saw Bai Ma's move, he was puzzled at first, and then he realized it, and said angrily: "Dead horse, you shouldn't be rolling your eyes at me, right? I tell you, if you don't let me call you Xiaobai, I will call you a dead horse." ”

The crescent moon listened and covered her mouth and snickered. Oh my God, I didn't expect that one day, her little lady would treat a horse so unscrupulously! If the old lady who loves the little lady learns about it, she will laugh for a while. It is strange to say, what is this white horse's ability to make the dignified and reserved little lady at home lose her temper like this every time?

As soon as Xue Yun's words fell, he heard a "grunt" in the white horse's throat, as if he was choking on his own saliva. Xue Yun was slightly stunned, and then he felt that this white horse was really interesting. "In the future, I will call you Xiaobai, and there will be no objections. ”

Damn, just don't let it go upstairs, and give it such an ugly name, it's not a good thing to say! The white horse glared at Xue Yun, turned around and went downstairs with his ponytail down, and walked to a secret rest.

The crescent moon looked at the white horse that was walking away, and her eyes widened in shock. "Little lady, is it leaving?"

Xue Yun looked sideways at the crescent moon and asked with a smile: "Otherwise, do you want to be in the same room with a horse?"

After hearing this, the crescent moon hurriedly waved her hand. "No, no, no, slave doesn't want to. ”

Xue Yun and Crescent Moon rested very late because of the night for the White Horse and Xiao Jiu, so when Lu Niang came to wake them up the next day, the two of them were still sleeping soundly. After Xue Yun and Crescent Moon were woken up by Lu Niang, they hurriedly put on their clothes and shoes, finished eating early, and hurriedly went downstairs, only to find that the white horse was already standing in the courtyard in good spirits.

Xue Yun glanced at Bai Ma and found that Bai Ma was looking at her, with a bit of ridicule in his eyes. How does it feel like this horse is a little strange? Is that dream real? Or maybe she's mistaken about it? Or maybe she's been overstressed lately? Oh my God, what's wrong with her? Isn't she sick?

"Little lady, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Xue Yun staring at the white horse in a daze, the crescent moon shook her arm, slightly urging in her tone, and said, "Let's go, a few merchants are going to cross the river, and they are waiting for us!"

Xue Yun hurriedly responded "Okay", took the white horse and took Sun Jiang's wooden boat with several travelers who had stayed before and went to the port of Haizhou.

The dense fog in the morning dissipated, leaving only a little light mist on the surface of the Shengshui River, the green trees on both sides, the golden water in the river, and the birds hovering around the wooden boats from time to time, making people feel like they had suddenly strayed into a fairyland.

Xue Yun sat bored in the boat, let the crescent moon accompany him out of the cabin, and saw the white horse standing on the bow of the boat, although it was not tied by the reins, it could not be disturbed by the sometimes bumpy boat. The white horse had his back to Xue Yun, his eyes were far away, and his whole body exuded the aura of being unapproachable.

Xue Yun stared at the white horse for a long time, and the words of the white-robed young man Lang Jun and her last night echoed in his mind, and he was full of worries. This white horse is really not a mortal thing, so where does it come from, where will it go if it is going to go, will it follow me for a year, three years, or five years?......

Seeing Xue Yun looking at the white horse again, the crescent moon couldn't help but ask, "Little lady, why are you always staring at the white horse in a daze?"

Xue Yun listened, pondered for a moment, and replied: "Crescent Moon, I have read "Otherworldly", which tells about thousands of spirits and gods in the world, you say that a thing called an extraordinary thing, should it be a spirit or a divine object?"