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Chapter 939

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Ning Que was silent because of the negative emotions of disappointment and anger. Sangsang, who rarely spoke, was even quieter now. That was because they had left the barbarian settlement. The vast and desolate scenery was devoid of human habitation. The further they were from the human world, the further they were from the human world. The only difference was that they were far from the human world.

They crossed the Wilderness along the route they had taken before. When summer came, the black horse carriage also came to the edge of the swamp called "Quagmire". The smell of wet rot and fog appeared in front of Ning Que. If it was in the past, he would naturally feel that there were many dangers hidden in the fog of the swamp. But now he did not care at all, because Haotian was in the carriage, and because he knew who the master of the swamp was.

The black horse carriage entered the fog, and the carriage emitted warm light. The light came from Sangsang's body. It was not hot and dazzling, but extremely tough. No matter how wet and heavy the fog was, it could not stop the light from spreading endlessly. In just a moment, the fog around the horse carriage was swept away by the light, revealing the blue sky above and the true appearance of the swamp.

There was mud everywhere, and the seemingly shallow water was covered with greasy green moss. No one knew how many terrible pools were hidden below, and it was impossible for ordinary people to walk out alive.

It was not difficult for Ning Que and Sangsang. The black horse carriage was as light as a feather, and the wheels rolled over the water without leaving any marks, not even the moss.

The sinister flood dragons in the pool and the strange beasts lurking in the water were peeping at their carriage from afar. Because of their lack of intelligence, they could not feel the power of Haotian, but they were instinctively afraid and did not dare to come close to provoke them. But the Big Black Horse was still vigilant, for it did not want to be bitten.

Ning Que's iron cutlass suddenly became hot, and a bright red flame flowed out of the scabbard. It turned into a dark red Vermilion Bird in the air in front of the carriage, howling at a direction in the distant fog.

The Vermilion Bird was the killing talisman of the God-Stunning Array. What could wake it up was naturally not the flood dragons or strange beasts, but a stronger enemy. It kept howling at the distant fog, looking extremely nervous.

After entering the swamp, it was safe and sound. Ning Que felt like a fox exploiting the tiger's might. At this time, when he saw the Vermilion Bird's intense reaction, he could not help but feel a little nervous and vigilant.

Sangsang was not nervous. She only felt that the Vermilion Bird's cry was a bit unpleasant and harsh. She reached out through the blue curtain and held its neck in the slightly stuffy wind. Then the cry stopped abruptly.

The Vermilion Bird was a Divine Talisman at the peak of the Knowing Destiny State. Especially after it broke through its fear in the battle of Chang 'an and attacked the Abbey Dean, it became even more proud and confident. It would never be willing to bear such pressure. However, it did not dare to struggle in her hand. Its two eyes rolled around, looking very pitiful.

The sound of hoofbeats could be faintly heard from the fog in the distance. After a very short period of time, the sound of hoofbeats quickly became clearer. It was as violent as rain, and the entire swamp began to shake uneasily.

Ning Que had been vigilantly looking in that direction. When he heard the violent hoofbeats, he suddenly relaxed, because he already knew who it was.

Without the cover of the fog, everything in the swamp could be seen very clearly. When the fog in the distance was dispersed by the black shadow, what followed the dense sound of hoofbeats was an endless herd of wild horses.

At the front of the herd, there were eight rare horses pulling an extremely old carriage. The eight horses were pulling an extremely shabby carriage, and in the old carriage sat a dark-skinned lazy donkey with snow-white lips.

Gaga was here.

With its lazy temperament, its king's carriage should be at the back of the herd of wild horses, and it should be lying on its back with its four hooves facing the sky. And with its gluttonous habit of the Academy, it should be chewing the yellow fruits beside it, and not caring about what was happening between heaven and earth.

But today, Gaga was very different. It did not even look at the basket of fruits on the shabby carriage. Its front hooves had already broken the dead wood in front of the carriage. Its eyes were red, and it was full of murderous intent as it rushed over with the herd of wild horses!

Sangsang lifted the curtain of the carriage and stood in front of the carriage expressionlessly. Looking at the horrifying herd of wild horses, her flowery indigo dress swayed in the wind, and she reached out to catch a gust of wind from the sky.

Then she waved her hand, and the clouds in the blue sky were not disturbed. The wind raged in the swamp, and the stagnant water in the pond splashed around like a rainstorm, and countless mosses flew all over the sky.

When the herd of wild horses suddenly encountered the power of heaven and earth, no matter how obedient they were, they could not help but be in a mess. And the eight horses at the front were directly blown into the mud by the gust of wind, and they were covered with mud.

The shabby carriage fell on the ground and broke into countless pieces. The basket of yellow fruits was shaken into a mixture of juice and floc, and the black donkey was shaken into the sky!

Gaga! Gaga! An angry and manic cry came from the sky to the earth. The black shadow quickly became smaller, and the furious black donkey fell from the sky, breaking through the air and stepping on Sangsang's head!

Sangsang looked up at the sky, and then she reached out her right hand again.

She felt that the Vermilion Bird's cry was too unpleasant, so she reached out and grabbed its neck to stop the cry. She also felt that the donkey's cry was unpleasant, so she prepared to do what she did before.

The black donkey had lived like a prince in the Swamp Wilderness for many years, so it was naturally a little round. Its neck was very strong and thick. Logically speaking, it should not have been able to be caught with one hand. Moreover, it was coming down from a high altitude and its terrifying front hooves were ready to strike. How could she catch its neck first?

To Sangsang, there were not so many whys and explanations. She could do what she wanted to do. She could pluck a white cloud from the sky, catch a gust of wind, and then she could definitely catch a black donkey.

She grabbed the black donkey's neck and lifted it in the air in front of her. No matter how angry the donkey was, it could not make a sound. It could only stare at her, and kept kicking its four hooves, looking a little funny.

"You can't beat her. Forget it."

Ning Que looked at the black donkey and tried to persuade it. He knew why the Gaga was so angry. As the Youngest Uncle, how could the black donkey have any good impression of Haotian?

The black donkey had followed Ke Haoran around the world and developed a lonely, irascible and arrogant temper. It was not comparable to Ning Que's shameless big black horse. Naturally, it refused to listen to him and kept kicking its hooves. It thought to itself that it would leave a hoof mark on the face of this little b * tch today, even if it had to risk its life.

It did not know what a little b * tch meant, only that it was a dirty word.





No matter how arrogant it was, it could only give up in the face of absolute strength. As the king of the Swamp, the Gaga was still helpless in front of Haotian. Although it had inherited the pride of the Youngest Uncle, it did not forget the basic style of the Academy. If it could not win, then it would not fight for the time being. It would wait until it could win.

Countless wild horses occupied the surface of the Swamp. They had never seen the sun and the blue sky in the Swamp, so they all looked up curiously and motionlessly, which was particularly interesting.

Only the black donkey knew that the wild horses did not dare to see its pitiful appearance, so it was somewhat satisfied. When Ning Que fed it the powdery juice in the basket, it was even more satisfied. It thought that it had not realized that there was such a wonderful way to eat the fruit today. It had really wasted its life in the past few years.

Ning Que barely repaired the broken carriage and then walked to the front of the donkey. He took out the ointment from his arms and smeared it on the bald fur. After that, he whispered a few words to the Gaga, who nodded indifferently. Then a happy smile appeared on his face.

When he returned to the carriage, he met Sangsang's eyes. From her clear and bright eyes, he knew that she had seen through his plan. But he did not care, because she would definitely know. Those arrangements were originally for the future, and everything must be based on the premise that he could defeat her.

Sitting in the broken carriage, the Gaga led the countless wild horses to the fog on the other side of the Swamp. It could not avenge its master, but it had tried its best and should have no regrets.

But why did the old black donkey on the carriage make people feel so sad?

Looking at the dust left by the wild horses and the touching donkey in the dust, Ning Que was silent for a long time. Then he asked, "What kind of person was Youngest Uncle?"

Youngest Uncle Ke Haoran was a legend in the Back Mountain of the Academy and also in the human world. Ning Que inherited his mantle, but did not know him very well, although he had heard many stories.

Why did he pull out his sword to the sky? How did he leave the human world? What was he thinking at that moment? What on earth happened in the Wilderness at that time?

This was a secret that no one knew, not even the Headmaster of the Academy. Only the dead Youngest Uncle and Haotian knew. But now Haotian was beside him, so Ning Que wanted to know.

After a moment of silence, Sangsang said, "He was a madman."

Ke Haoran was called Madman Ke by the world, and even Haotian thought that he was a madman. If one thought about it carefully, he would probably understand that this was the greatest glory and pride of a human being.





After leaving the Swamp, they entered the West Wilderness. Ning Que and Sangsang went all the way to the west. They did not hurry, so when the black carriage reached the depths of the West Wilderness, it was already autumn.

Autumn in the Wilderness was not as clear as that in the Central Plains. It had a kind of bleak beauty, but it was cold and chilling. Soon after the morning wind stopped, it began to snow.

There were some undulating hills in the Wilderness. Beside one of the hills, there was a withered tree that had died a long time ago. The branches wrapped in snow and frost looked like jade carvings carved by skilled craftsmen. They trembled in the wind and snow, as if they were nodding slowly to express their gratitude to their old friends who came to visit.

Ning Que and Sangsang got out of the carriage and came to the dead tree. The branches suddenly trembled more violently, and the snow and frost on them fell off. Then, the ground in front of the tree, which had been frozen solid by the low temperature, cracked, revealing a hole.

He lowered his head to pick up the things in the hole, and then walked back to the carriage. Sangsang also walked back. The cracked ground in front of the withered tree suddenly closed, and the snow and frost covered the branches again. Everything returned to its original state.





(Today's three chapters count as Monday's consolation? Everyone knows that I haven't asked for votes for dozens of days, and I also said that I don't want votes. But today, I was taught a lesson by the deputy editor. I forgot the relationship between recommendation votes and the number of essence votes, and I'm really sorry that it affected their hard work. Please give me more recommendation votes. Jiang Ye really needs it now. Thank you. See you tomorrow.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to give me recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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