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Chapter 8 Prosperity (9)

The first erotic look was. He shouted loudly and galloped on his horse. The front of the raft was wrapped in felt and steadily straight to Zheng Ziming's left shoulder.

The felt was covered with chalcohol, and as long as it hit the target, a huge white spot would be left. Zheng Ziming, who rushed towards him face to face, would not let him succeed? At the critical moment, he twisted his waist suddenly, let the "gun tip" pass, and the steel whip in his hand was hanging on the wind, and he hit the gun bar exposed outside the felt.

"Bang!" The gun rod made of the material was instantly smashed into a huge arc. Then, it quickly straightened. The hands holding the gun rod were also shook and the veins were stretched out, but they never relaxed. On the contrary, Chai Rong, the owner of both hands, suddenly pulled his arms, turned the gun, which was also wrapped in felt, and poked it forward with the speed of the horse's running, "Hell!"

"I think beautifully!" Zheng Ziming shouted loudly, turned the steel whip and pushed it hard. The gun that rushed towards him was suddenly pushed by the steel whip and slid behind him with inertia. Then, Zheng was swung again, swept across the air, "Hurry down!"

Although the whip was not fully used, it was as fast as lightning. Chai Rong heard that it was too late to withdraw his gun and dodge. He could only quickly lower his head and dodge according to Zheng Ziming's request. The steel whip wrapped in a layer of felt quickly flew over his helmet tassel. Then, Zheng Ziming controlled it to swim like a dragon in the air, and with a "whip", it hit the horse's buttocks.

"Ah!" Chai Rong did not expect that after Zheng Ziming's killing move, he followed another one. He hurriedly handed the spear behind him to block the falling of the steel whip. He handed the spear halfway out, and only a "bang" sound was heard in his ears. Then, Feng Luzi, under his crotch, suddenly jumped forward, and ran away in a tragic cry.

"Wow, whiff--" Chai Rong shouted loudly, freed up a hand to try to comfort the war horse. Although the poor Feng Luzi was not hit by Zheng Ziming's mercy at the last moment, her butt was numb. She ignored the owner's comfort and ran wildly with her four hooves until she ran to the opposite ridge. She finally stopped exhausted and lowered her head and cried endlessly.

"What a despicable tactic!" Chai Rong jumped out of the saddle, checking Feng Luzi's injury while shaking his head and shouting, "Zi Ming, this is not what a gentleman does. I just..."

"Shoot the horse first, hold a steel whip in your hand!" Zheng Ziming followed Chai Rong all the way and escorted him to the hillside, then took his mount and responded with a smile, "I rode my skills as far as my elder brother can go, how can I do it without using other means? Don't worry, I just used one piece of strength just now, and I will not hurt its muscles and bones!"

"That's your strength!" Chai Rong glanced at him and shrugged with a bitter face.

10% of other people's strength can at most cause Feng Lu Zi to suffer some skin injuries, and he will recover as before after he has been raised for one night. However, Zheng Ziming's strength is enough to make Feng Lu Zi unable to go to the battlefield for half a month. Now that the army is about to cross the river, he does not have a good horse to ride, if he misses the opportunity to take revenge...

"I will give you a piece of Liaodong chrysanthemum green, which is definitely no worse than yours!" Zheng Ziming interrupted his words with a smile and made a promise loudly.

"It's better than your black dragon horse!" Chai Rong knew that his brothers were rich recently, so he spoke up.

"Okay!" Zheng Ziming agreed with a smile. "It's okay to give you this oolong horse!"

If his righteous brother Chai Rong could temporarily forget the pain of losing his family, how could he not be able to bear to leave a war horse? So as he spoke, he turned over and jumped down his mount. Just as he left the stirrup, Gao Huaide suddenly heard behind his back, "General Ziming, don't rush to dismount. Let Gao come and ask for advice!"
Chapter completed!
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