On the second day after the Heroes Tournament, the mist still lingered, and the dawn of Zhongdu City quietly came up along the eaves.
When the waiter of Bailing Inn yawned and closed the window, Clara Qiu had already walked into the stable, walked up to a black horse, raised his hand and gently touched the black mane.
Feeling the breath of his master, the black stallion opened his half-closed eyes, turned his head following the warmth on his mane, and blew out a breath of hot breath into his palm.
The heat made her feel a little itchy, so Clara Qiu smiled softly and moved his hands to the reins to tighten them. She put on her bamboo hat, looked forward, and said to the black horse: "Let's go."
When Mao hour was approaching, Clara Qiu had already led his horse to the city gate.
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