He and It

It re-condensed the original shape of the nightmare on the surface, turned around and pulled two things from its back, a skull bottle and a burnt piece of meat of unknown origin.

Drink! It impatiently threw the bottle into Yu Mengzhou's arms and kicked the piece of meat at the young man's feet. I found this from a tribe that is afraid of little monsters. Humans should be able to withstand it.

Jun Feng asked: Are they dedicated to you?

I don't care, Gao Er said nonchalantly, They just don't taste that good anyway.

Yu Mengzhou couldn't help but use his trembling hands to unscrew the deformed skull-shaped bottle. Now, he couldn't care less about it. Looking inside, Yu Mengzhou was a little dazed.

What was inside was not some illegal stuff like blood or brain matter, but a dark purple, unusually thick liquid. When it was shaken, a layer of rims immediately hung on the wall of the bottle, and it smelled very unpleasant. wonderful.

Forget it, whether you drink it to death or not, that's it.

Yu Mengzhou raised his neck and drank the bottle resolutely. As expected, it was bitter and spicy, more uncomfortable than drinking traditional Chinese medicine, but after all, it was a drink containing water, which could help people regain some strength.

The meat doesn't taste very good either. You can tell that the skill of the meat roaster is almost non-existent. The overcooked part tastes like a tire, and the half-cooked part tastes like cotton wool soaked in water. Yu Mengzhou grinned as he ate, but hunger is the best condiment in the world after all. He endured the bloody And the burnt taste barely filled my stomach.

...What on earth do you want me to do? He wiped his mouth, covered his forehead, and looked at the horses in front of him uncomfortably.

Ignite pain and inflict torture. Falce replied, Since you said you were a craftsman and accepted the deposit, it is time to fulfill your promise.

Yu Mengzhou's head hurt even more, and he asked: Sorry, what? If I understand correctly... you want me to torture you?

This is common sense among craftsmen! If you don't know, it only means that you are not a liar. Hissed.

I never said I was a craftsman here! Yu Mengzhou retorted loudly, holding back his sore throat, I'm not mentally ill, and you don't look like you are...well, you do look better than me. I'm sick a lot, but why, what does this mean?

Pain is the source of motivation and the currency of the Demon Realm. Jun Feng explained at the risk of being lectured by the leader, The war is coming, but without the guidance of the Rider, the pain we endure will soon not be enough to sustain us. Fighting against the endless army...

Falke took a step forward and interrupted Junfeng's words.

That means you can't do it.

Yu Mengzhou took a deep breath and picked up the tool box: I can't do it, and torture is not what I should do. I can only trim hoofs. For the sake of you being horses, I am willing to ignore the past and try to give you Just fix it and don’t think about anything else.”

He stretched his sore legs and looked up at the horses in front of him.

Which one of you will come first, or will you line up one by one?

The horses stared at him with different expressions, but they were all a bit confused. What Yu Mengzhou said was beyond their understanding. Why couldn't torture be considered a kind of work? How to repair hooves? What was the meaning of queuing?

There was no hoof trimming bench, so Yu Mengzhou looked around, pulled out a piece of giant dried bone of about the same height, and traced it according to the horse's body shape.

Although it is a lot of trouble to repair a huge horse, there is a real benefit for the hoof trimmer - no need to bend down and no pain to the waist.

The demon horses began to snort in unison, they were wandering nervously and vigilantly. After all, it was a demon war horse born with killing. He hesitated for only a moment. Soon, a demon horse emerged from the crowd and asked in an evil voice: How do you want to cultivate!

This demon horse's entire body was blood red, except for its saddle, which was completely black. Yu Mengzhou was deeply impressed by it. He had heard how its companions called it a blood butcher.

Being able to talk can be regarded as their advantage. Yu Mengzhou comforted himself that at least they could communicate.

Stand here, he gestured. Because the conditions are not that good now and I can't hold you in place, so you can't move while standing, okay?

With his companions watching, the Blood Butcher sneered at this tortured foreplay.

The trick of forcing endurance, or having to endure it, has been used by countless riders on them. Compared with the pain they have endured, it is as small as a drop of blood in the sea of ​​blood.

It stood silently.

Lift up the front hooves, yes, let's start with the left one. Bend it and place it here. Yu Mengzhou took out the thick gloves specially designed for pruning. Is the height still appropriate? If not, adjust it again.

The Blood Butcher still didn't speak. It seemed to have entered a certain state of preparation. Its ferocious sternum rumbled, and its mouth began to wrinkle and ripple, revealing the sharp fangs underneath.

Yu Mengzhou sighed softly, stretched out his arms as much as he could, and gently and skillfully touched the war horse's armor with his bare palms. He avoided the burning flames, and the touch under his hands was like stroking a piece of delicate patent leather soaked in blood.

Relax, relax...it's okay, Yu Mengzhou comforted, It might hurt a little, please bear with it.

He touched it a few times, and the horse's body trembled slightly. Yu Mengzhou didn't dare to touch the Blood Butcher's nose. For these demon horses, their relationship was not that close yet.

Yu Mengzhou bent down, put on his gloves and apron, and finally opened the tool box that had been closed for a long time. The hoof trimming tools inside were still shiny and new. The demon horses all retreated in confusion and fear. They had to retreat because with the opening of the box, a warm, unfamiliar smell was filling the air, and they could not adapt to this.

Yu Mengzhou didn't notice their performance. After thinking about it, he first took a closer look at the condition of the horses' hooves.

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