Queen of the Black Phoenix

Chapter 8 The Dark Horse
The hunchbacked old bus continued to move forward.

Somewhat surprised, the little boy just indulged for a while, and then followed.

Every time he passed by here, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Standing here, he could see a bustling city. There was a beautiful restaurant in the south of the city. In the restaurant, a handsome woman led a fat girl with two horns on her head and waved to him.

The wine in the restaurant is very fragrant.

It smells intoxicating.

"You will live here from now on. Today is your first day in the mountains, and I will give you food. You will earn it yourself in the future."

The old man led him into a broken wooden house and threw him a hard bun.

I don't know how long the steamed bun was left, it was black, like a stone, it bounced when it hit the ground.

The wooden house seems to have been lived in, and there is a pile of hay in the corner, which should be used for sleeping.

A Lu couldn't help but asked, "I'm the only one living here?"

The old bus didn't respond to him, and after being silent for a while, he opened his mouth and said: "The horse watcher in front is gone. You can do his work. You have to watch the horse. Don't let the horse jump into the bone pool. Jump into it for a while." horse, you're just like him."

After speaking, the old bus left with his hands behind his back.

With a hunched back, this moment is very short.

The sun has set.

A Lu looked at the cabin.

Ahead is a grassland, which is fairly lush.

Behind is the deep pool that he almost fell into by accident just now, the bone pool that the old man said, surrounded by a row of wooden pillars, strictly blocking it, taller than him, I don’t know how those horses jumped go down.

He has an extra black bun in his hand, and a black sister behind him.

He didn't look at the hunchbacked old bus again.

Turned around and entered the house.

At this moment, Ah Lu is actually a little happy. Tonight, he doesn't have to sleep in the wild, he has a house and food, which is not bad.

A Lu is a very diligent young man.

Carrying his sister on his back, he first cleaned the wooden house, and then used his hands to gather hay outside. After a while, he gathered a pile of hay.

He made a soft nest out of hay, untied his sister from her back, and put her on top.

The younger sister seemed to be very happy, she leaned on the soft grass bed, opened her mouth and smiled at herself, stretched out her hand vigorously to reach her foot, grabbed her foot and tried to push it into her mouth, making a sound of "ah!"

Ah Lu took a look, and found that her sister's spirit was much better, but her face was still very dark, it seemed darker than when she first saw her.

"Don't gnaw on your feet, my brother will cook something delicious for you right away." Alu pinched his sister's face, got up quickly, gathered the pile of hay that was already in the house, and lit it with a flint , scooped out a little water from the water tank, put it into a dark pot, and used a stone to smash the black bun hard.

He smashed it very carefully, for fear that a little scum of the steamed bun would fly away and be wasted, but this steamed bun is too hard.

Ah Lu's strength is considered to be great, but he insisted on hitting it several times with the stone, and the steamed bun did not change at all just like the stone.

Alu was dumbfounded.

Turning to see my sister, she giggled, as if she thought it was fun.

Alu hit the steamed bun with a stone, making a "bang" sound, and the younger sister laughed for a while, "bang!" "clack!" "bang!" "clack!"...

In the cabin, a cheerful voice came.

Not far away, the hunchbacked old bus standing on the edge of the bone pond had a strange expression when he heard the voice, with a bit of nostalgia on his face, and more numbness.

He quickly left the cabin and the bone pool.

Ah Lu's fire was lit, and the water boiled, but the steamed bun still didn't break open. There was no way but to throw the whole steamed bun into the pot.

Fortunately, while cooking in the pot, the black stone-like steamed buns finally melted little by little, and there was a faint smell of steamed buns in the cabin, and the pot was dusty and mushy, but Ah Lu couldn't help it. I swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

The younger sister fell asleep obediently.

There was an even cry.

On A Lu's left is his sleeping sister, and on A Lu's right is a pot of steamed buns. At this moment, A Lu feels very at ease.

outside the window.

The sun has been setting for a long time.

The moon has not risen yet.

A fat black horse with a rotten bump on its forehead slowly approached the cabin.

(End of this chapter)