The little medicine boy's eyes widened, "Hand stove, I didn't see it, I've been helping by the side." ”

Canghai frowned, muttered, "Oh no......" turned around and got on the horse, "Go back to the villa!"

Along the way, the horses were fast, and they were very sullen.

Canghai would never have thought that it would be that person who was anxiously waiting for him in the mountain villa now.

Yingluo caught up with Canghai and said, "Why are you still unhappy when you don't see the hand stove than when you don't see the young master?"

Canghai said sullenly: "...... The small shell will come back on its own, the hand stove will not. ”

Yingluo rolled her eyes. "But the young master will be in danger of his life, but the hand stove will not!"

Canghai said sullenly: "That's what I said...... I don't know how the little shell is doing now......"

After a while, he said: "But if there is something in the small shell, I will know about it, and the hand stove will not." ”

Yingluo finally slowed down and distanced himself from him.

Canghai suddenly turned around, called Yingluo back, and said, "Did you find that beggar?"

Yingluo lowered his eyes and shook his head.

Canghai frowned sullenly, "...... No clues?"

Yingluo nodded. "It's like the world has evaporated, it's harder than looking for you. He looked at Canghai's expression.

The sea crouched slightly on the horse's back, and his face seemed to be suddenly covered with a layer of foggy tiredness.

"Hey, my son, ......!"

The eight of them reined in the valley, but Canghai added a whip and went straight to the villa.

"Ah, Bai Gongzi, you go back-ahhhh

Canghai glanced back at him. He wasn't hurt, he just stood at Taniguchi scratching his head.

See—

Canghai couldn't help but grit his teeth. Three lashes were given on the horse's stock.

It's getting closer—

The people in the village stopped and watched. There was only one little guy in Ge Yi who ran in as soon as he saw the sea. If it weren't for the different directions, Canghai would have thought that this child was going to race against a white horse.

It's here!

Flowers!

The horseshoe Buddha brought up a wisp of strong fragrance that could not be smelled, and where it passed, the palm-sized butterflies were like stepping on dust and mud, splashing around, chasing it!

The man looked at it secretly, and slowly evoked a smile. He saw that the boy's face suddenly turned white, and suddenly flushed as if he was drunk, and the little black whip whipped the horse without stopping.

The white horse, the green shirt, and the colorful butterfly reminded the man in the dark of a poem:

Fangcao is clear and smoky everywhere, and the painting hall should be in the west of the painting bridge.

When the flowers bloom, remember to find the king's day, and send the horse's hooves all the way.

Butterflies are like waiting for the sea to go crazy.

Canghai secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Because this horse flies much faster than a butterfly.

Looking back at the flowers and butterflies that had been left far behind, he exhaled half in one breath and suddenly heard a "——!"

A red shadow rushed forward and grabbed the reins of the sea.

The sea frightened the galloping horses.

The white horse neighed, and its front hooves were raised a few times before it was strangled by Canghai and stood on the ground to squirt.

"Hey!" the man in red shouted, looking up at the sea and only giggling.

Canghai looked down at him, a little relieved.

There was a slight tremor of wings in my ears. Canghai didn't dare to look back.

The man in red smiled, "Hey, I'm back!"

Canghai lowered his head and blinked.

The man in red lowered half of his eyebrows and smiled, "What's the matter, aren't you happy to see me come back?"

Canghai blinked again before muttering, "...... ...... Shell?"

I looked around. "You...... Why are you here?"

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