Lu Xiao carried the black horse on his back for about thirty miles.
It wasn't that he was tired; it just smelled weird.
The constant urine smell coming from Brother Ma's belly was simply unbearable.
"Brother Ma, you've got to wear some pants next time you go out," Lu Xiao chatted with the black horse as he walked.
On Lu Xiao's shoulder, the black horse let out a couple of whinnies.
This human must be insane—since when do horses wear pants?
"Brother Xiao, how about letting my brother carry it for a while?" Gu Xi had approached riding a horse, apparently having joined them out of nowhere.
Gu Wang was all question marks.
What kind of trash sister is this?
Your brother is just a tool in your eyes, eh?
"Let me carry it!" Ahead, Ziqian also turned around and shouted.
Lu Xiao had already carried the black horse for thirty miles, and even for someone in the Transcendence Realm, he must be getting tired.
