Augustus Under the Horseshoe

The sound of the collapse and collapse that shook the entire universe, and destroyed Painhurs’s extremely fragile eardrums, he covered his buzzing head in pain, and looked at the clear sky in horror—the clear blue one. A huge and terrifying crack appeared in the dome!

The horrible rift is expanding and extending crazily at an unbelievable speed. In a blink of an eye, it became a hideous scar that traverses the entire sky, revealing the scarlet and magnificent inside, but full of madness and killing chaotic stars.

"Wow!!!"

Suddenly, a terrifying ocean wave composed of relentless and endless scarlet blood, wrapped in thousands of white skulls, rushed out of huge rifts, and turned into a series of shocking blood-colored waterfalls, like the collapse of the sky. Falling to the ground! There are waves of death that cover the sky one after another!

Slowly, the monstrous waves of blood engulfing the skull crumbled, roared, and rotated to form a giant with a dog's head. He moved his huge body composed of blood and skull, full of killing, hatred, and rage, enough to suffocate everything, covering the sun high in the sky, on the incomparably small body of the pale white horse, cast enough to make The trembling shadow of war.

Standing at the feet of the blood giant, Painhurs was completely wet with cold sweat! The six limbs and hundred skeletons were unable to move because of the huge fear, their breathing became more and more disordered, and the two hearts were beating faster and faster, almost bursting into the chest cavity!

"I am quite satisfied with what you have done recently. Continue to please me with endless blood. Pale horse."

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"Pain Hess? Pain Hess! Wake up, how come you suddenly gasped, and your heart was beating so violently—have you had a nightmare?"

Christina shook the pale white horse's Shenjun body with concern, picked up a piece of sheepskin, and gently wiped the sweaty pale face.

At this time, two weeks have passed since the centuries entered Gretinian Peninsula. The severely wounded chief barely regained his vitality. After many days of resting, this heroic rouge horse lost a trace of heroism, but was more charming by three points.

"It's nothing, it's just a nightmare." Looking at Chief Christina, with a gentle and concerned gaze, he looked at the familiar chief's tent with monster heads all around. Painhurs let out a long sigh of relief. The shadow of the terrifying evil **** slowly dissipated from his mind. The disordered breathing and heartbeat also gradually stabilized.

"Oh, forget it, don't sleep anymore." I found that the blue sky in the east had already turned white. The pale white horse straightened up his tall body from the couch covered with soft sheepskin, and took out two peculiar brushes from the inner wall of the tent.

This big and small, two delicate brushes, but it took Painhurs a long time to make a good thing. Hell, the men and horses of the Bloodfury clan have not invented any tools to clean and care for the coat of horses! At most, use warm water or sand to wash away the dirt on your body.

Before in the cold north, life was not guaranteed, and the white horse didn’t have time to pay attention to these trivial things, but now that he settled down, he immediately set out to create two brushes used to care for horsehair in his previous life: hard A thick long-bristled brush, and a soft and small short-bristled brush.

The former consists of hundreds of extremely tough fish bones. Painhurs dared to swear to the sky that these scary seafood absolutely did not exist on the earth before crossing. Their bones are extremely tough, bending to 180 degrees, and they can quickly return to their original shape.

So, the warlock carefully polished the tips of hundreds of sharp fishbone into a rounded arc. Using a sharp axe, cut them to the same length. Finally, use viscous gum to stick these tough fish bones evenly on a flat wooden board-the hard bristle brush was successfully manufactured.

The latter is much simpler. Just find an inferior horse raised by the Eastern Goths, slaughter and eat the meat, shave off its mane, and then evenly place the mane between the two wooden boards covered with gum. Just one clip.

"Huh."

Painhurs gently waved a stiff brush made of fishbone, and carefully slashed across the rouge horse, which was as soft and beautiful as scarlet silk and satin. Hundreds of tough fish bones whose tips are polished into an arc, gently massaging Christina’s flexible skin, can not only clean up the dirt hidden in the slender coat, but also stimulate the blood circulation inside her body, allowing her to lie on the bedding The Rouge Lie on the horse narrowed his eyes comfortably and made a pleasant moan.

"Isn’t it enough for slaves to do this kind of hair care?" Dear agent~chief~chief?" Christina teased and said, I have heard that, I have been in a coma during this period of time, you It is a hundred times more busy than managing the looting of materials and the distribution of property, as well as mediating the contradictions within the clan.

"After all, the clan is in a state of vigorous development. Besides, you are like exquisite porcelain dolls, which are broken at the touch of a touch. How dare I let those dissatisfied slaves come close to our respected chief ~ elder ~ man?" Painhurs shook his head amusedly, and while responding with the same tone, he picked up the soft short-bristle brush and gently wiped the small dust on the body of the rouge horse. "Okay, turn over, it's time to clean up the other side,"

"Okay, don't make a fuss, let's call it the name, one mouthful of chiefs sounds too fertile." Christina lazily straightened up her graceful blood-colored body, and lay down on her side again after changing the head and tail.

Before long, he was thoroughly scrubbed by the other party. The **** and angry chieftain was refreshed and ordered two slaves to bring hot water, clean the two brushes, and use the same technique that the pale white horse gave her. The handsome body of Pain Hess.

no way. It is difficult for a centaur to reach the second half of his body, so he can only let others do the work.

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"Yes, it was she who proposed to make the pale horse her spouse first... First the mother's care, then the ardent gaze of the people, then the throne of the chief, and now Peinhes... ··Why are you taking away my cherished things!" Christian, who was slowly waking up in his sleep and laughed, vented his dissatisfaction silently in his heart.

The bard slowly opened his **** eyes filled with hatred, jealousy, and grievance. The dark and tender delicate face was also covered with a deep haze.

"Huh."

Suddenly, an extremely comfortable touch came from his body, and the bard looked back in surprise, only to see his twin sister leaning on him affectionately, holding the brush that was cleaned for the second time, gently I combed my hair.

"But even so... I can never hate it."