Zizhu was puzzled, but still followed Feng Canglun's advice and found chili pepper water and wooden sticks. Feng Canglun picked up one of the wooden sticks and dipped it into the pepper water, then poured a bucket of it into the horse's butt.
He screamed miserably, his buttocks were burning, he raised his hooves and started running hard!
Feng Canglun smiled evilly, jumped up, and sat firmly on the horse. The horse was no longer afraid of the cold weather, and it was like a flow of water on the inches of snow, rushing towards the city gate quickly.
And go!
Although the killers were very skilled, they couldn't help but laugh when they saw Feng Canglun's sweep, but they had no other choice but to imitate the example, suppressing their laughter, and drove the wooden stick into the horse's butt. The poor horse...
He became a slave to mankind.
After leaving the capital, the snow outside was the same. However, after traveling for five hundred miles, the snow finally decreased a little, and the horses did not run so hard. In two days, they were already five hundred miles away from the Sea of Death.
"Prince, Brahma Water has arrived in the forest in front of the Sea of Death!"[
During the break, Jianming reported the truth.
Feng Canglun frowned and said, "Okay, just remember this reward and go back to the prince and ask for it from him. It's just the Sea of Destruction. Isn't there an island in the middle of it?"
"I don't know, I only heard that no one dares to approach the Sea of Death."
Feng Canglun nodded and sat in a tea stall on the roadside. The cold wind was howling and the snow had stopped. However, the cold was still so strong that Feng Canglun's fingers also developed frostbite.
At his age, the eighteen-year-old prince of another country is embracing a beautiful concubine, and the concubine is having fun, enjoying the blessing of beauty. How could he be like Feng Canglun, who has fallen here and endured the raging cold wind?
?
"Sir, do you want more tea? Or steamed buns?"
The old woman with wrinkles on her face asked with a smile. Her husband was cooking steamed buns behind the house. Feng Canglun nodded, her face was covered with frost and her lips were cracked by the cold.
"Okay, let's have a plate of steamed buns."
Feng Canglun nodded, and the old woman smiled and served a plate of steamed buns. The hot steam radiated from the hot steamed buns, and an intoxicating aroma wafted out.
This tea shed looks very simple.
It's just that it's not so cold because it's leaning against a wooden house.
At an intersection in the distance, a figure ran into Feng Canglun's sight.