There once was a Don hippopotamus, and Xingyue possessed it, and Zhao Chuanxin rode it with ease.

Later, Xingyue and Azure Ghost Armor merged into one, and he no longer had his own mount.

Now, his weight is chasing 190 pounds.

I really don’t want ordinary horses to suffer.

Can’t you bear to know?

At this time, the speed of steam-powered cars was only 4 miles per hour. Other vehicles also developed in strange shapes and were not very fast. Zhao Chuanxin tried it when he was in the United States, and it felt like a walking tractor when driving.

Rolls-Royce seems to have been founded this year, Land Rover and Buick were founded in 2004, Ford was founded in 2003, and the earliest one was Mercedes-Benz, which was established in the last century.

However, the development of automobiles is slow, and it will take a long time for Zhao Chuanxin to give up horses.

The old man seemed to have read his thoughts: "You don't want to play with No. 11, do you? I advise you to stop thinking about it. No. 11 belongs to the current Governor Midun! That is not something ordinary people can covet."

"Oh, I'll give him a price he can't refuse."

The old man didn't know how to describe it. After all, he didn't know what pretentiousness meant.

I just feel that this young boy’s words and expression deserve a beating.

"You don't understand ghost guys, they are very arrogant."

"You don't understand foreigners. In essence, they are capitalist vampires who only see money."

"You can't make plans with Shuzi!"

"If we don't agree, we won't meet each other!"

"Hmph!"

The old man turned around and left proudly, got off the big stone drum, and looked elsewhere.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously.

He rolled his eyes and pulled a young man beside him.

"What to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "Young man, I see that you are plump and beautiful in heaven, and I have a task for you."

The young man stared: "How much does it cost?"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately put away his smile and said: "People's hearts are not as old as they used to be, and they always talk about money.

You send me a letter and they will give you two cents upon delivery."

"I want half of it first!"

"Deal!"

He passed a note to Liu Jiahui, asking her to discuss the horse purchase with Governor Midun.

After all, horses are living creatures with large bodies. It is not easy to cross the strait and must be transported by ship.

It’s unrealistic to take it away secretly, so it’s better to buy it in the formal way.

The young man stopped watching Marseille after getting the money and hurried away with the note.

Zhao Chuanxin himself waited until the end of the game and found a deserted place to wait until dark.

After the racecourse event ended, everyone left.

It's dark.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the canned beef, ham, slices of bread to make a sandwich, and ate some to satisfy his hunger.

It’s a rare sunny day tonight, with stars dotting the sky.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the racecourse in the dark, dodged the security and the staff who were adding night grass to the horses, and entered the stables.

A wind lantern was hung on the wall, emitting soft but not bright light, barely enough to illuminate the stable, allowing him to see the environment here clearly.

There are row upon row of compartments here, most of which are empty. Only three compartments have horses.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and found that these three horses were all horses that had lost the race during the day and were ranked low.

He was stunned for a moment!

Not to mention the No. 11 horse he had chosen, other excellent horse breeds were also taken away.

Didn't the old man say that Ma would stay here for the night?

Among these three horses, the other two are relatively short, so Zhao Chuanxin naturally dislikes them.

The last one turned out to be Mi Shan!

He looked at Mishan, who also looked over with his big wet eyes.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin saw Mi Shan suddenly open his mouth: "Xi Lulu..."

Damn, this is like a domestic goose and a dog, reporting news to their master!

Not to mention, I seem to have heard the sound of horses, a middle-aged man taking care of the horses at night

Holding a lamp and wearing a coat, he walked to the stable.

Zhao Chuanxin cursed in a low voice: "Look at the good things *** did!"

With that said, he jumped into the stable and hid behind the tall Mi Shan.

The middle-aged man held up a lamp and squinted his eyes to look around. Nothing happened?

He turned around and wanted to leave.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin, who was behind Mi Shan, suddenly saw Mi Shan raise his tail.

This scene seems a bit familiar.

Then, snap!

Mishan begins to excrete!

How could Zhao Chuanxin endure this, so he quickly retreated.

There was a floor below, and when he stepped back, it inevitably made a creaking sound.

The middle-aged man turned his head warily and walked towards Mishan.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to curse people, but no, he cursed horses!

Hurry and hide to the other side.

The middle-aged man looked at it, shook his head, and said to Mishan: "Shama, don't bark at night!"

Then, turn around again.

At this time, Mi Shan's butt began to stick out towards Zhao Chuanxin, directly slamming Zhao Chuanxin against the wall of the stable.

Even if Zhao Chuanxin's strength is incredible, it cannot be compared to that of an ox or a horse.

The middle-aged man over there turned around again, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to make too much noise, so he had to endure it.

Finally, the middle-aged man went out.

"Despicable Mishan, I will kill you!"

He suspected that the horse did it on purpose.

No, it’s not doubt, it’s conviction!

He pushed with all his strength, managed to make a gap and got out.

Mi Shan turned around and looked at Zhao Chuanxin with a stupid face. He opened his mouth and moved his lips, which looked like a mockery.

Tonight, although he had no intention of kidnapping No. 11, Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to try his luck and see if he could get a means of transportation.

There are no good horses, but the despicable Mishan is.

I didn't want it at first, but this thing almost exposed his identity. Zhao Chuanxin sneered and went to get the saddle from the wall and came back to put it on.

Mishan opened his mouth: "唏伦!"

"Call Nima!"

Zhao Chuanxin slapped him on the head.

Mishan was slapped, and he shut up obediently.

"Coward!"

Both good and fun-loving!

Holding Mi Shan in hand, Zhao Chuanxin felt uneasy: "If you dare to scream, I will beat you to death today!"

Mi Shan opened his mouth, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand to make a move.

Mishan looked at him and closed his mouth.

The racecourse is very large, so Zhao Chuanxin took Mi Shan for a spin in order not to alarm the staff.

When he arrived at the gate of the racecourse, Zhao Chuanxin took out the elf carving knife and picked it casually, and the door lock broke.
To be continued...