The horse may be excellent, but if I can't use it, it's all in vain.
Lu Yuan has already lost this round for sure.
Lu Yuan said, "Let's make a deal, let me ride it for a bit."
The white horse panted heavily, its gaze fierce, and anyone could see it had exhausted too much strength, waiting for the next round of lethal attacks.
Prince Ming shouted, "Dear Nephew, forget about this horse! Go snatch the black horse! The black horse!"
Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow and said, "Did you hear that? They're telling me to find another horse, but I'm rather faithful."
The white horse's heavy blow was the reply to Lu Yuan.
After the blow, everyone was dumbfounded.
Where is he?
Did he get knocked flying?
A Military General shouted, "Look! Under the horse's belly!"
Lu Yuan was hanging onto the white horse in an ungainly fashion, using both hands and feet.
Sometimes hanging sideways, sometimes hanging upside down.
The white horse started crashing around wildly.
Crashing into the fence.
