He screamed at the top of his lungs and cried: "Empress Dowager, Empress Dowager..."
That's a kind of intuition.
The intuition between mother and son.
Luo Jia couldn't hold him back.
His arms also lost strength.
Hong'er has already jumped.
The child only ran in the dark, running wildly, without knowing the direction at all, and only went by the neighing place of the horse. His speed was very fast, and the blood in the bones of the Xianbei people was activated, almost like a tyranny.
Mustang.
But Luo Jia stopped in place, and he was still holding a torch.
A special torch burns high, illuminating everything around.
Only the front is not visible.
He didn't dare to move, he didn't move.
I'm afraid that I'll face it again.
Don't dare to go in.
Stay in place timidly.
He has never been so timid in his life.
It seems that your approach can only lead to worse results - if you don’t have yourself!
As long as you don't have yourself!!!
Only Hong'er stumbled, running and crying: "Empress Dowager...Empress Dowager...Empress Dowager, where are you? Please, come out quickly, I'm afraid...I'm afraid...Empress Dowager, where are you??"
He seemed to trip up and fell to the ground.
It was a dead branch.
He struggled to get up, but he never dared to move forward again.
It was a bunch of silver-gray stuff.
In the dark night, strange colors are emitted - like the phosphorus fire in the grave, floating around sneakily.
Next to it is a trace.
The very strange moonlight penetrated through the cracks of the trees.
Maybe it's not moonlight, it's just an illusion.
It was the shadow of a horse, so clear and beautiful, just like a relief on the earth - he knew that it was the mount of the queen mother, the love horse left to him by the father, and also his favorite mount
.
However, the horse was carved alive on the ground.