Its appearance made Xiaoxiao laugh, and regardless of whether it hated him, he opened his arms and hugged the white horse.
"You are so cute. What is your name? Is it Xiaobai?"
The white horse tilted its head vigorously and exhaled dissatisfiedly from its nose, but Xiaoxiao remained the same. The more annoying she became, the more she pressed against it, stroking its shiny and soft hair, "Oh my God, this is
It feels great!”
Duan Zi's eyes, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, were as still as water, but a flash of surprise flashed across them.
Aoxue is a sacred horse from Tianshan Tantric Sect. He has an arrogant personality. He only knows one master in his life and never lets strangers get close to him. Although he behaves very annoyingly, he has not done anything to harm Xiaoxiao, which is enough to make people feel sad.
Shocked.
He couldn't help but look at Xiaoxiao again, seeing her hugging Aoxue's neck like a child and not letting go, while Aoxue tried her best to hide. He slowly lowered his eyes, stepped forward, put his arm around her waist,
He easily put her on the horse and put her in front of him.
Xiaoxiao was startled and patted her little heart, "Ah, why didn't you tell me in advance? Brother, it's very annoying to act cool!"
The joke turned a deaf ear, and he passed his hands around her sides, pulled the reins, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, Aoxue neighed, raised his front hooves, and galloped forward.
"Ah!" Xiaoxiao was caught off guard, her body swayed, and she clung to his arms. She hugged his arms in a panic without thinking, and shouted, "Please, my little life can't bear the torment.
Ah! Can't you give me an alarm?"
Duan Zifei frowned and looked at her arm. If he pulled it out now, would she fall off the horse?
His brows returned to their unshakable indifferent look.
...This assumption is not true.
Aoxue's four hooves seemed to be flying into the air, flying across the market and streets like lightning.
There was the whistling wind in her ears, and her face hurt from the knife-like wind. Xiaoxiao turned her head and buried her face in his arms. She finally found a shelter and breathed a sigh of relief.
Duan Zifei froze and looked at the person in his arms. If he pushed her away now, would she fall off the horse?
Because she was leaning against her comfortably, he unconsciously relaxed his body.
...This assumption is not true.
Although he was dressed in shabby clothes, he still exuded that kind of clean smell, which was so refreshing and soothing. Xiaoxiao took a sip and then sucked it in as if addicted.
His chest felt cold and hot for a while, and the corners of Duan Zifei's mouth twitched.
Aoxue, who was psychic, sensed the abnormality of her master, and seemed to get excited. She spread her hooves and ran faster and faster. Xiaoxiao was bumped by it so much that her butt almost broke in half, and she couldn't help but raise her head and complained softly.
Duan Zifei's hands gently tightened the reins, and Aoxue immediately slowed down obediently.
It was not long before Aoxue had already stopped in front of the Fourth Prince's Mansion.
Xiaoxiao was still greedily absorbing his breath in his arms. He just grabbed her collar, took her out of his arms, turned over and dismounted.
Yan San heard the report and hurried out of the house to greet them. After seeing the two of them, he breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his fists, "The prince is waiting for you."
Xiaoxiao looked up at the gate of the palace, bit her lip, and when Duanzi insisted on stepping forward, she suddenly grabbed his cuffs.
The joke didn't stop.
"Zifei, can you help me leave?"
Her voice was very low, but he still heard her.
Slowly turning around, his waveless eyes looked at her for the first time. However, he ruthlessly pushed her hand away...