Wulipo outside the city is actually just a desolate mass grave.
Although the sun is shining brightly at noon, the place here seems a bit eerie at this moment. There are crows everywhere, and a few strange-shaped stars cover the sky, only letting in the light of stars, making it even more gloomy.
The horse's hooves clattered in place, turned around in a circle, snorted, and then continued to dig the ground with its front feet.
Jasper Murong patted the horse's neck gently,
This horse is not an ordinary horse, but a spiritual horse raised by the old man Baifeng in the Snow Mountain of Western Sichuan. There are only seven horses in the world, and they are all spiritual.
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