Secret Agent 3: Phoenix Dominates the World

Chapter 298
"I'm not in a good mood today, I hit you a few times, don't mind."

The eunuch next to him continued to wipe his sweat, it was the first time he saw the master talking to the horse like this.

Although there is usually a master who loves horses, but at most they can only babble, I have never seen her who can talk like this.

"Although this racecourse is not very ideal, we can still run a few laps anyway. Let's go and relax together! If you hate me, run as hard as you can in a while, and run as fast as you can. It’s comfortable to vent out.”

Saying this, she suddenly stood up straight and easily sat on the back of the horse that was higher than her head.

It's just that when I tried to reach the stirrup with my two feet, I realized that my legs were still too short.

The eunuch was very clever, and hurried forward to help adjust the height of the stirrups.

She nodded in satisfaction, touched a piece of broken silver from her cuff and threw it to him.

The eunuch was not happy to see her, he just looked at her back as she rode away, and kept muttering that no accident should happen, no accident should happen.

The horse has been tamed by him, although it is running really fast at this time, it will not put Murong Xue in danger.

She leaned over the horse's back, half bent her waist, and let the horse carry her around the racecourse like this.

I really want to make myself confused and tired from running, so that I can forget what happened just now, and forget about that damn note.

It's best to let her forget about Dongfang Ling's expressionless face!

She thought so in her heart, but her mood became more and more impatient.

For Dongfang Ling, he always hesitated between forgetting and not forgetting.

If you don't forget, you will be angry with him.

Forget...maybe she'll be mad at herself.

Just like this, she rode the horse and galloped non-stop, and she didn't know how many times she turned, when the white horse suddenly stopped, almost causing her to fall backwards.

"I want to die, you!" With a habitual flick of the whip, the horse's ass was hit hard again.

(End of this chapter)