Chapter 8: She became his war horse again

When everything subsided, it was dark at night.
An Rushuang tossed in the tent, unable to sleep for a long time.
Although I dealt with Cui Liu today, who knows that there will be several women like Cui Liu in the future, including a sister-in-law she has never seen.
In the dim light, her eyes gradually blurred ...
"Is that all?"
A very familiar voice passed into her ear, and she was shocked.
"Back to Major General, there are still a few, but it is not yet young enough to fight. These are mature Montanas, and they can definitely fight against Major General to kill the enemy!"
Major General? An Rushuang froze for a while, looked down at himself again, and saw a pair of horseshoes!
Is it really a dream of Nan Ke?
Her mood plummeted.
Knowing this, you shouldn't be indecisive. When Zhu Han entered the home, he would be killed by a random club, and the hatred of his heart would be solved!
However, did this major general come to buy a horse again?
An Rushuang could not help but hesitated, this was just a day, and he saved his life with that shell, and now he is still dead, this major general has thrown the old love to find new love
.
Humph! She sprayed her nose.
The voice was still far from her. She wanted to take a look at the stall, but she couldn't think of it. She just had to stand up and was struggling.
Helplessly looking around, he saw that there was not much space in the stall, and it looked as if no one had cleaned it up for a long time.
An Rushuang probably understood something in her mind. She had heard people say that some sick horses were to be separated from each other. It seemed that her shell was supposed to have done everything to listen to destiny.
It's time.
An Rushuang looked outside and decided to try to keep her life.
She tried her best to tremble her four legs and walked to the side of the stall. The hot air from her nose was transpired into the cold air of Mobei. Then she tried hard—jump!
Failed for the first time.
Jump again ... and fail again.
At this moment, she heard the voice of the major general sound not far away, as if with disappointment.
"No white horse?"
An Rushuang's eyes widened, Baba looked outside, and could not wait to shout—this girl is a white horse!
The horse dealer laughed with a grin: "Most of the horses are not white, but a horse came from a while ago. The horse is really beautiful, white and snowy, just yesterday.
It just won't work ... "
He sighed, and almost did not cry. This Hetao horse was brought to him by money, but he wanted to make a fortune, but he didn't expect that even he lost it.
pain?
Snow white?
An Rushuang glanced down at himself, and then snorted hard. Many high-headed Malaysians came to this place, and An Rushuang snorted again.
Horses also need to compete!
"is it……"
Meng Li sighed, and was about to leave, but heard a hissing sound. He could not help but hesitated, turned and walked into the stable.
The trafficker discouraged again and again: "Oh my good general, the horse over here is sick, don't look at it, if you really die ... it's because you'll stain the general's eyes."
Meng Li stretched out his hand and looked away at him coldly, saying, "Some Ma Zhongzhong, some people may be dazzling, but Ma won't."
With that said, he strode to the innermost stables!
The horse dealer scratched his head, quickly caught up with him, and before he said a word, he called ‘God’!
I saw the white horse who had died yesterday. At this time, he was jumping forward with his head out to scratch the hand of the major general.
"That's what you said, that white horse?"
He watched with interest the white horse who pleased him.
The horse dealer blinked, and was a little uncertain, and stuttered with his head, "should ... should be."
An Rushuang was already tired and panting, she was gazing at the major general, thinking that he seemed to be stunned a lot. Then he slapped his palm again.
There was a smile on Meng Li's lips.
"How big is it?"
The big hand suddenly landed on her head.
"Two years old, who just arrived at the racetrack some time ago, I'm afraid I'm barely on the battlefield ..."
The horse trafficker quickly and diligently said, "It's just that Major General deserves to be attached to this horse! This horse looked almost dead yesterday. Today, the Major General is here, but he's revived ...
… This is a good breed of Hetao horse. This horse runs like a cloud, with a silver mane like a white sail. If it's all good, but a good horse one by one! "
The horse dealer saw that he was right now, and his heart instantly became active. It would be worthwhile to sell it to the general at this time, even if the capital was recovered.
If there is no treacherous business! An Frost squirted air jets, and habitually planed the ground.
Meng Li looked at the white horse, and he couldn't help but move a little, but yesterday was no longer possible?
Is it not hoarfrost ...
"Just it."
He said so and turned to look at her again, and reached out and touched her furry head: "In the future, you will be called Baishuang."
An Rushuang rubbed his palms habitually, he looked at her seriously, and his eyes were like spring breeze.
She regained the name.