"Slow down, walk slowly."
In the graveyard's backyard, Sun Yan was training his riding skills on a skeleton horse.
Though the skeleton horse was entirely made of bones, it was surprisingly sturdy to sit on.
And quite obedient too. Sun Yan just had to think slightly, and the skeleton horse seemed to respond to his thoughts like it had psychic abilities, immediately following his intentions.
Controlling it was quite convenient; the only trouble was that Sun Yan still needed to learn how to sit more stably on the skeleton horse.
So that he wouldn't be thrown off while it was running.
Beside him, Dahuang sat with its hind legs bent, sticking its tongue out as it watched Sun Yan practice horse riding.
Sometimes sparks would slip from its mouth onto the ground, igniting the already scorched earth.
"Horse riding, fierce dog, when I get a hunting rifle, I can go hunting in the nearby mountains for fun."
