Winters took out the dagger and activated the light technique. In front of him was a horse face - a horse face literally.

He was very familiar with this face, the color of the hair, and the star patterns on his forehead.

"[Talk of Fear]!" Winters was about to collapse: "Why are you running away from my tent? Strong luck?!"

What a shit beauty? No wonder she saliva so much!

The horse hummed softly and rubbed Winters with his nose.

"I don't have sugar! Why did you run out of the stable?" Winters climbed down the marching couch in pain: "Go out quickly, I'll take you back to the stable!"

After hearing this, Qiang Yun shook his head and pushed Winters' tent up.

The tent nails were pulled out one by one, and a cold wind that broke through the bone marrow swept across Winters' body, taking away his precious body temperature.

Winters shivered involuntarily, shaking from his toes to his chest.

He was really angry.

"You boy!" Winters grabbed Qiangyun's mane and said, "Go back to the stable!"

Qiangyun refused to give up, bit Winters' blanket and dragged him outward.

The horse's eyes were thundering, as if they were saying something.

Qiangyun continued to drag Winters outwards.

Winters made a fuss, grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her body, and turned over the horse.

There was no saddle, so I rode on the bare horse's back.

"Let's go!" He gently clamped his horse's ribs: "Tell me what you want to say?"

Qiangyun took Winters out of the camp.

The sentry guarding the gate saw Montane Centurion wrapped in a blanket and riding a saddle-free horse. Although he was strange, he did not dare to stop him.

After the strong luck had not been far away, Winters understood what he wanted to say.

The west wind blows a faint smell of smoke.

"Grass!" Winters's face lost all blood: "Fire!"

In Bianli, the Palatu army sent a fire from the white lion.
Chapter completed!