The wheels rolled, crushing the bluestone.
Sneer!
Crimson Mountain snorted, standing still, seeing a pretty little mare passing by, tapping its hooves, baring its teeth in a smile, and winking flirtatiously.
April in Pingyang, the spring is warm and flowers are blooming, precisely the peak season for biological reproduction.
How majestic is a first-class Dragon Blood Horse?
With a Little Dragon Horn on its head and Red Blood Scale Armor shining brightly, muscles flowing like water, mighty and tall, the little mare almost stumbled at the sight, lightly flicking its tail, and if a stallion gazed her way, Crimson Mountain would glare, making its legs nearly give way.
Slap!
Crimson Mountain's eyes regained clarity, coldly watching the little mare, causing its heart to wilt before it could bloom.
Liang Qu withdrew his palm, turning back to shout, "Uncle Chen, Shunzi, get down first."
The curtain lifted.
