This dress made me wonder a little: could it be that I was still in the last illusion, or that Kikige was around here?

It was only after riding a horse for a long time that I saw that there was still a vast expanse that these thoughts gradually faded. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps it was because I didn't know the foreign language, or maybe I didn't have the slightest intention of communicating, so the cross-dressing man hadn't spoken to me since the first temptation, but sat on horseback and sang to himself.

Because of this, I on horseback rarely have the leisure to think about the previous village. It's just that the more I think about it, the more I don't understand, and in the end it's full of doubts.

If Mirage and Aqua Village are two separate illusions, then the desert and the water should also be two different places. But after disappearing from the desert we came to the water, and it is clear that there is some kind of spatial connection between the two. And in the waters where Qingwan and I will appear, it may be due to the illusion, but it is not excluded that Qiqige deliberately called it. If it's the latter, what is her purpose?

Took me and Qingwan into the water village, showing a super illusion in an understatement; quietly arrived at the top of the green dragon, it seemed to be waiting for me and Qingwan there, and it was very like abandoning us; obviously the realm of Dacheng was a little difficult to resist when facing the enemy, but it was faint and stable to the top of the dragon's back; in the "dragon's belly", when I touched the "water spirit bead", her eyes seemed to have a moment of panic, but then instantly indifferent and slightly helpless. And the last light obviously contains infinite mysteries.

She didn't seem to want me to touch the "water spirit bead", but she just opened her mouth and didn't stop it. When I touched the beads, there was a bit of helplessness in her wry smile, and there were some emotions that I couldn't understand.

In my contemplation, the sudden roar of the horses woke me up and almost caused me to fall off my horse.

When I came back to my senses, I noticed dozens of horses scurrying around me without knowing what they had been frightened. If it weren't for the cross-dressing man's ability to control horses, it is estimated that these horses would have run away long ago.

Still, when I sat down, the horse was not in the slightest polite way to me, and still tossed and turned, as if it was full of strength to throw me down.

Fortunately, in the illusion, I somehow learned the art of the horse. So I endured it and tossed it so much, and I didn't move.

That's why I have time to think about what this picture is all about.

The next moment, when more than twenty giant wolves appeared not far away, I finally understood why the horses were so flustered.

I don't know if it's because I've never really felt the horror of the wolves, or because I know that I won't really be hurt in a fantasy, so even though the wolves are approaching, I still have an indifferent face and don't panic in the slightest.

So this ignorance and fearless indifference turned into a calm of great courage in the eyes of the cross-dressed man, and his eyes showed a touch of appreciation.

After the wolves appeared, the man's expression became solemn for a moment, and then became indifferent or free. It seems that the men of the grassland have been in contact with the vast world since childhood, so whether it is a smile or a look, there is always an indifferent free and easy or fearless. So despite the countless wolves, he didn't have much fear, but laughed and said a few words that I didn't understand.

I don't know if it's a demonstration with the wolves.

I was amazed and a little curious about his performance: I am fearless because I am ignorant and dependent, but what is his fearlessness?

A moment later, when I saw the answer, I was stunned.

Strange syllables popped out of the man's mouth, and the horses were gradually pacified, and then began to run in a certain trajectory. Subsequently, the wolves were divided, isolated, and enraged.

An angry wolf bared its fangs, roared lowly, and pounced on a horse.

It was greeted by black hooves under a slender ponytail.

One, two, three, the green wolf dodged one of the horse's hooves but faced the other. So its anger gradually turned into helplessness, and finally chose to flee with a little unwillingness.

One, two, three, more and more wolves began to flee from the horses. Only a few green wolves can still be fierce under the hooves, using their fangs to carry away a few blood marks, but leaving a few more scars.

The wolves still refused to retreat, and after confronting the horses from a distance, several green wolves broke away from the wolves and attacked the cross-dressed man.

The green wolf turned into a black shadow above the green grass, like a few black lightning bolts, fast and fierce. Fangs and claws slashed through the sky and attacked the man.

The horse under the cross-dressing man's crotch was already moving in panic, but he didn't worry in the slightest, just smiled slightly and swung it away.

Then a dark shadow froze, and then fell heavily on the grass. More and more fists were thrown, causing more and more shadows to fall to the grass. Landing and bouncing, bouncing and landing.

The wolves have not given up, and it seems that as long as they are not dead, they will not retreat. It's just that although the man's fist is not necessarily so fierce, it contains endless power, like a stretch of grass, without end.

After watching for a while, I could see that the man didn't seem to intend to kill the killer, although one punch after another seemed to be attacking, but it was also defensive.

It seems that for this besieging group of wolves, the man did not intend to kill each other, but just wanted them to retreat.

After more than ten minutes, the wolves were still strong, but they no longer had the same courage as before. So after a certain landing, the wolves finally gradually retreated.

In the end, only the sound of horses' hooves remained, stepping out of the endless expanse.

The wolves retreated, and the man's smile faded, and he turned over and dismounted with a little sadness.

Several wounded horses slowly gathered around him. As if he felt the sadness in his master's heart, the horses kept rubbing his body slightly, as if to comfort the master that they were all right.

After giving the wounded horse a good medicine, the man's smile gradually returned. But the song did not sound again, and the sound of the horses' hooves gradually slowed down.

If I had been able to communicate with him at this moment, perhaps I would have come up to admire his bravery or caress the wounded horses. But I didn't understand what he said, and he couldn't understand what I said. I have the heart to communicate, but I am worried that my behavior will lead to some kind of misunderstanding due to different understandings. So in the end, he just looked at him quietly on horseback, and cast a certain relieved look.

Perhaps because of the man's bravery and kindness, the wolves, who did not give up easily, never appeared again after they retreated. It was just to take care of the injured hooves, and the horses did not mention it again after they slowed down. So until it got dark, I still didn't see any buildings or people.

Fortunately, the man kindly prepared some food and water for me, and did not show any malice along the way. So although I was a little at a loss about the situation at the moment, I had no fear or worry after all.

It's just that the farther I go, the more I wonder: why didn't I meet a single person from the demon clan all day, and where did Qingwan and Qiqige go?

Until the stars came into view and the bonfire was lit, I still didn't get an answer.