As the sun and moon turned, Cui Qi, who had passed out, suddenly felt his face was warm and wet, and he couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes.

In the blur, Cui Qi seemed to see a very big head, which not only blocked his sight, but also blocked the moonlight.

The big tongue came to Cui Qi's face again. He licked it again and again.

Cui Qi smiled, but his smile hurt his wound, and he grimaced in pain.

"Brother, stop licking it. If you lick it again, you will lose your face and skin. My face is still useful now."

That was Lu Shu who had followed Cui Qi through life and death for many years, and they were brothers.

Cui Qi endured the pain and put his arm around the horse's neck. He saw the horse raised its head and pulled its owner up.

The broken bones and injured organs were no longer serious. But the pain was still there, and every step was extremely difficult, like that of an old man stumbling.

One man and one horse, they walked out of the valley and saw a sea of ​​flowers. Cui Qi sighed softly: "Tell me, how did he find me and why did he come back? Did I feel a little unjust for this punch?"

The war horse snorted, as if in response to his master's words.

But Cui Qi suddenly raised his head, frowned and said: "Blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone. Let's hide for a while."

Cui Qi took the horse and turned back to the valley.
Chapter completed!