Chapter 75 (2/2)
The black horse chewed on pink peaches, from time to time chased its tail, appearing extremely happy. It’s appearance looking like it needed whacks and even more whacks.
The officer in charge of this horse wiped the sweat on his forehead, and helplessly spread out his hands and walked towards Ning Que, sympathetically saying, “No one knows what’s with this horse today. I feel like it’s a bit crazy for peach blossoms. You be careful.”
The officer exited out of the fence, and Ning Que walked to the side of the horse’s neck, extending his hand and patting the coa.r.s.e and thick horse neck. That horse impatiently tilted his head and squinted a glance at him, its gaze full of disdain and resentment.
In regards to taming horses, Ning Que had several hundreds of tricks, but in this moment he had to strive for time, so he pretended like he completely hadn’t seen the black horse’s provocative look, and with a faint smile he said, “Big Black, be nice to me.”
The youth with a dimple smiled very innocently, and spoke with a very innocent tone, “Or else I’ll butcher you.”
The black horse suddenly became fearful and restless – it didn’t know why random threats from this youth beside him would make him become a pathetic rocking horse, it only knew it clearly felt peerless, truly icy-cold killing intent. The mane on its neck was blown into disorder by the wind, and its four hooves suddenly became stiff – from its slightly ajar mouth, those pink and velvet-like blossoms streamed falling from its mouth.
Warhorses didn’t understand human speech, but knew human nature, especially warhorses that had long been on the battlefield. They could sense what was true killing intent, and what is true danger.
Ning Que killed men when he was four, when he was five he killed, when he was six he killed, killing people until he was sixteen. From ChangAn he slaughtered to Min Mountain, slaughtered to Wei City, slaughtered to the Gra.s.slands, slaughtered to Shu Bi Lake, and then slaughtered his way back again to ChangAn City. Beneath his blade, he didn’t know how much blood it spilled, or how much blood it sprayed from heads he cut. The Lumberjack of Shu Bi Lake rampaged across the Gra.s.slands and even the most powerful wild horse chief sniffing his scent would surrender.
People probably couldn’t sense Ning Que’s danger, but horses definitely could, especially when he said he would butcher you.
Outside of the fencing a burst of shocked cries sounded; whether they were examinees preparing to go up, or those alert officers ensuring the safety of the examinees, all of them shot their gazes at one corner of the gra.s.s field, their gazes with expressions of shock and incredulousness.
In that spot of the gra.s.sfield, Ning Que was pulling that big black horse, slowly walking to the starting line. The big black horse previously showed its exceptional unruliness and violence, compared to now it was quietly, compliantly behaving, appearing like a well-trained maid.
Sang Sang standing at a distant gra.s.sy slope put the big black umbrella under her b.u.t.t and sat. Using her hand she covered her little mouth and yawned. On her small face was an expression full of boredom – in the mortal world, probably only she had never been worried about her master’s life.
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