When Xue Yun saw this young man, he lost his mind for a moment. The figure of this water-colored clothed young man Lang Jun is very similar to the white-robed young man Lang Jun in her dream that night, and the voice is also clear and magnetic, but this water-colored clothed young man Lang Jun's voice is less banter and domineering. They shouldn't be the same person, right? But if they look like or not? Xue Yun hesitated.

"Little lady, take the liberty of asking, why don't your horses go on the bridles?" Lang Jun, a young man in water-colored clothes, bowed to Xue Yun and asked with a smile.

Seeing that the young man in water-colored clothes, Lang Jun was handsome and polite, but he still stood in front of Xue Yun uneasily, raised his chin slightly and asked, "Lang Jun, how to call it?"

Lang Jun, a young man in water-colored clothes, smiled softly and said, "My surname is ......."

"Your Highness, don't. The little scholar beside Lang Jun, a young man in water-colored clothes, suddenly grabbed his sleeve and shook his head vigorously, reminding in a low voice.

Lang Jun, a young man in water-colored clothes, gently patted the little scholar's shoulder, looked at the crescent moon and said, "My surname is Ao, and I am the eighth in the family, you can call me Hachilang." ”

"Ao Balang?" Hearing this, the crescent moon looked back at Xue Yun and said, "Little lady, do you really hear it?"

"Naturally. Xue Yun bowed slightly, pulled the crescent moon to his side, and said to the water-colored clothed young man Lang Jun: "Ao Balang seems to be very interested in horses?"

"I personally don't have any research on horses, I just think the mortal world is ...... Oh, don't all horses have to be saddled? Today I suddenly saw that the little lady's horse was not saddled, so I was curious, and I came to ask. "This water-colored clothed young man Lang Jun is none other than the eight sons of the Dragon King, and the little scholar who follows him is called Qingli, who is the queen of the Xuanwu God Clan.

"I see. Xue Yun was anxious to inquire with the crescent moon about the residence of his grandfather Li Dakang, so he thought about sending the so-called "Ao Balang" away in a few words, continued to smile, and said: "This horse is relatively obedient, so he didn't saddle up." ”

"However, I still have questions. He laughed.

Xue Yun was slightly stunned, and said with a vague smile: "Ao Balang, do you have any questions?"

He said, "May I ask the little lady how you control this white horse?"

Xue Yun thought for a while and said, "I never thought about controlling Xiaobai. ”

There was a look of surprise in his eyes, and he said tightly: "Why does the little lady have such an idea? Aren't horses used for foot power?"

Xue Yun saw that there were a lot of negative problems, and he was already impatient in his heart, and frowned: "Does this have anything to do with Ao Balang?"

"Little lady, can you please call me Hachiro?" asked the negative answer.

"Why?" Xue Yun questioned.

After looking around, he covered Xue Yun with a gold-edged white fan and whispered: "My family is very strict, I ran out secretly, if you call me by name, the family members who came to look for me will definitely find me soon." So, please ask the little lady to call me Hachiro. ”

Xue Yun looked at the negative again, and saw that his appearance was handsome and extraordinary, although his clothes and accessories were simple, but the texture was excellent, even if he was not a royal nobleman, he must be a queen of a wealthy family. "Then what are you doing in Haizhou City?"

Seeing that Xue Yun was not as indifferent and perfunctory as before, a bright color flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "What is the little lady doing in Haizhou City?"

Xue Yun said: "Naturally, it is a relative. ”

Xue Yun, Crescent Moon and White Horse looked at Xue Yun again, and said with a pout: "I don't see it, I think the little lady and I are fellow travelers." ”

When Xue Yun heard this, his heart tightened, and he asked, "How can you see it?"