I'm Always the Villain

When Sang Jiuchi walked back, the sun had already set.

He wanted to go back to prepare specific medicines, and the only military doctor stayed in the slums for emergency treatment.

From morning to evening, Sang Jiuchi only drank a little water and broth.Before getting into the carriage, they all smoked mugwort leaves and washed their hands thoroughly before getting into the carriage.

What they entered was the plague area. For now, the temple cannot go back for the time being.

The Holy See simply had other resettlement sites below, and Sang Jiuchi took a group of people to this church as a resettlement site to rest.

After getting into the carriage, Sang Jiuchi took off his face mask, showing a tired and tired look on his firm face.

"Are you okay?" Hull asked with some concern across from Sang Jiuchi, "You're working too hard. If you fall too, who else can they count on?"

The slender fingers gently pinched the eyebrows and kneaded them, "Don't worry, I won't fall down. From my observations today, the plague is still in its early stages, and as long as we get timely treatment, it will be over soon." Stop the spread of the plague."

"Come here." Sang Jiuchi leaned back on the back of the chair, with a bit of laziness in his voice.

Hull was stunned for a moment, then bent over and walked in front of Sang Jiuchi, who looked like Sang Jiuchi for some reason.

Sang Jiuchi pointed to his back, "Can you massage?"

Hull shook his head, "I can try."

Sang Jiuchi closed his eyes, "Okay, help me rub my shoulders, lightly."

He patted the seat next to him and turned around again, meaning to let Hull pass by.

Hull didn't hesitate anymore, and put his hand on the opponent's shoulder next to Sang Jiuchi.

His palms are very broad, and Sang Jiuchi is tall, but this shoulder is held in his hands, and there is no flesh at all.

Hard, as if there were only bones.

Not daring to use too much force, Hull massaged Sang Jiuchi with gentle force as much as possible, and asked while massaging, "Is this force okay?"

Sang Jiuchi snorted comfortably, and said with a smile, "As expected of the head of the Royal Knights, everything is good, go on, down."

Hull's hand paused slightly, and then began to move it down while kneading.

Sang Jiuchi was enjoying Hull's massage, and his consciousness had sunk into the empty space.He has seen all the patients today, and took their blood samples, and the symptoms of the onset have all been recorded in his mind.

He came to the black plane on the right, looked at it for a while and asked: 【F001, can I transfer things from the current plane to the world of the plane I am in charge of? 】

[Master host, of course you can, you can take things out of your plane, and you can also put other things in your plane, but you need points to put them in. 】

Sang Jiuchi: [How many points? 】

F001: [100 plane points. 】

Sang Jiuchi: [Okay, help me transfer the blood I collected to the technological plane. 】

After Sang Jiuchi finished speaking, he sank his consciousness into the technological plane, and he also heard the voice of the system.

【Ding!Consume 1000 plane points, and then start the item transfer. 】

【Ding!Congratulations to the host, the item transfer is complete. 】

After the system's voice fell, a suspended blood sample appeared out of thin air in front of Sang Jiuchi.

The first thing Sang Jiuchi did when he entered the plane was to suspend the flow of time.

He soon entered a top high-tech medical research institution.

First, the sample was centrifuged, the virus sample was taken out, and then put into a virus petri dish.

Sang Jiuchi is the master of this plane, he can not only control the flow of time in the whole plane, but also control the flow of part of the time.

Now, he just sped up the flow of time in this part of the experimental area.

The virus in the petri dish quickly became a strain, and Sang Jiuchi also obtained the data of the virus.

The next step is to make antibiotics, but fortunately, Sang Jiuchi found the same virus body after entering the virus information into the large database.

Drugs against this virus have already appeared in this world.

Sang Jiuchi quickly found the drug and conducted several experiments, finally confirming that the drug had a 99.9% success rate in killing the plague virus.

Sang Jiuchi copied the medicine many times, and only after making sure he had enough, put it in the void space of the system.

After finishing all this, Sang Jiuchi erased the traces of his coming here.Let the technology plane start running again.

The time that was originally static was instantly filled with color and noise.

He withdrew his consciousness, only a few seconds passed in the real world.

Hull's massaging hand has moved to the back. His fingers are very wide, and the temperature of his fingertips is continuously transmitted to his skin through the wide robe.Under Hull's gentle pressure, the tense tendons gradually stretched out, and the sour taste was followed by an overly comfortable feeling.

Sang Jiuchi sighed comfortably, and heard the horse neighing outside, and the coachman shouted through the window, "Your Excellency, the church is here."

"Okay," Sang Jiuchi interrupted Hull's service.

The soft touch disappeared from the fingertips, and Hull felt a little lost in his heart.

"Come to my room after dinner." Before getting out of the car, Sang Jiuchi dropped such a sentence.

Hel raised his head abruptly, with an inexplicable light in his eyes.

Where Hull couldn't see, Susan rubbed her eyes.

Brother, there is something wrong with your eyes!

This is a very remote church, the church is almost deserted, only a priest and three nuns still live here.There are many rooms in the church, enough for them to live in.Hearing that Sang Jiuchi was coming, the four of them had already prepared meals for them. Although it was not very rich, it was warm and comfortable.

A group of people took a shower, washed their clothes, and carried out a thorough disinfection before coming to the restaurant to eat.Sang Jiuchi was the last to come. He had just taken a shower, and his body was still covered in a hazy mist. The water on his hair had been wiped clean, but it was still hanging wet behind him.His fair skin was more delicate than the milk on the table, like a night elf that only appeared in fairy tales.

He had taken off the cardinal's robes and put on a white robe.

People in the Holy See are most particular about etiquette, and when Sang Jiuchi is seated, other people will be seated one after another.

There were curries and mashed potatoes on elegant plates, and some beef in the middle of the table.

Everyone had a busy day today and only had one meal.However, they guarded the archbishop in red, still trying to maintain their conversation and rest, eating as elegantly as possible.

Hull was sitting closest to Sang Jiuchi, even among the 20 or so people, he was the tallest one.

He ate the curry without looking sideways, but he kept looking in the direction of Sang Jiuchi from the corner of his eyes.

Even when eating in a day, Sang Jiuchi's eating posture is very elegant.He had just taken a shower, and there was still misty moisture in his beautiful long and narrow eyes.

At the dining table, it was very quiet, only the sound of spoons falling on the porcelain plate.

When almost everyone was about to eat, Sang Jiuchi put down the knife and fork in his hand, cleared his throat, and said softly, "It's been a hard day, everyone."

Those who followed Sang Jiuchi were all his disciples. There were three red-clothed archbishops, each of whom had their own supporters.

When they heard it was Sang Jiuchi's words, everyone was a little embarrassed, and then they heard Sang Jiuchi continue.

Several people chattered.

"It's not hard work. If you want to say hard work, it's you, the bishop."

"We just did some labor work, it's all part of the job."

"Yes, bishop, we dare not say hard work."

"No," Sang Jiuchi interrupted them with a smile, "I told you before I came here that the place I'm going this time is very dangerous because it's a plague area. But you are obliged to stand with me , It is impossible for only one person to succeed in this battle against the plague, if we say that we have won the war against the disease, it must be the efforts of all of you."

"All of you are the greatest heroes. There is no individual heroism in this plague, because every one of you here is a hero."

"Tomorrow we still have a tough battle to fight, so take a good rest tonight, and we have to hurry there tomorrow morning."

After Sang Jiuchi finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, but left the buffer space for these disciples.

The disciples watched Sang Jiuchi leave, and it wasn't until Sang Jiuchi left their sight that everyone lowered their heads as if they had just realized it.

Hull didn't know why, until he saw a tear fall on the plate of the man sitting opposite him.

A low sob sounded.

Hull looked across, sobbing sounded like a stereo, coming from all directions.

He froze for a moment, looked around, and saw that all the believers around him still lowered their heads and refused to raise their heads.

They just put their hands together in a prayer pose over and over again.

It wasn't until the sobs got quieter that one of the disciples stood up, "I'm full, go back and rest, and eat slowly."

His voice was a little choked, but there was still a smile on his raised face.

As he left, one disciple after another stood up and left, until the last disciple left, leaving only Hull and the four people in the church at the table.

Hull was a little puzzled, and asked the pastor sitting beside him, "Why do you do this?"

The pastor's eyes were also a little moist, he coughed lightly, and whispered, "Are you a newcomer?"

Hull froze for a moment, remembering that he was wearing a sacrificial robe now.

However, this time, he didn't refute the pastor's words, but just nodded lightly, "Yes."

The pastor's eyes flashed, "No wonder, you may not know, there is an unwritten agreement in our Holy See, that is to leave the best side to others."

"You should also know that we have many believers. Although our church is a little deserted now, there are people who come to pray every day. Some of them pray for escape from bad luck, and some pray for their wishes to be fulfilled."

"If we receive them with a sad face, what do you think will happen?"

"Not only will they not get spiritual relief from us, but they will suffer a second blow."

Hull: "That's why you keep smiling every day?"

The pastor smiled, "We are also human beings. When people are sad and sad, we just keep smiling in front of people. It is an unwritten rule of our Holy See to leave our smiles to the world and our sorrow to ourselves."

Hull fell silent.

In his previous cognition, the Holy See's consistent calm was just an expression of aloofness.

But now he knows how wrong he was.

Because he never asked for something, he never thought wrong, the pain in the heart of those who ask for something.

He had been prejudiced against the Holy See from the very beginning, and he accused them of "demagoguery" without even getting to know the real Holy See.

It was only when her sister left this world that he could empathize somewhat with the Invoker.

The coat of "hypocrisy and bewitchment" was peeled off, and only then did he see the good intentions hidden inside.

Regardless of whether the light god exists or not, the existence of the Holy See has its meaning.

It was the Holy See who soothed the restless hearts of many people and eased the depression in everyone's hearts.

"Young man, you are still young, and some things should not be said by me, but I think I have a destiny with you." The pastor handed an apple to Hull, "In the future, you will definitely receive many people like me. many believers."

"You have to know that not all believers really believe in the existence of the God of Light. When they come here, many people just want to find a harbor for their souls to rest for a while. What you need to do is to become their strength and make them believe in the future There is still hope, understand?"

"I have been in this church for nearly 30 years. During these 30 years, I have met all kinds of people. Every year, there are a few people who want to commit suicide and cannot survive, some because of money, some because of illness, and some because of emotion."

"What we have to do is to save these souls and rekindle their hope of life. It's not easy, young man." The pastor's eyes gradually became sad, "In my pastor career, I have seen several Suicide."

"One day they came to church with a smile on their face, and the next day they took their own lives."

"It's not just people who cry and scream and lose hope in life, there are people who just put on a mask of smiling. These people are more difficult to detect than those who can vent their emotions by crying and screaming .”

"So you have to use your powers of observation to see clearly the emotions and truths that are covered up by them." The pastor sighed, "This is something that I only want to understand as a pastor all my life. If I had woken up earlier, Perhaps those children would not have given up their lives so easily."

Hearing the pastor's words, Hull's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He looked at the pastor, and his voice was a little anxious: "Sir, what do people with a smiling mask usually behave like?"

The pastor was very relieved to see Hull's eyes that were thirsty for knowledge. He didn't hide any secrets, and immediately told Hull his observations over the years.

"They tend to be very happy and gentle in front of people, but when there is no one, their emotions will rebound, such as using violence, insults, taunting, etc. to relieve their hearts. This is their self-help. If you find There is a big difference between someone's personality in private and on the surface, so you have to pay attention. He is likely to be such a sufferer."

In Hull's mind, a figure immediately appeared.

When facing outsiders, he is elegant and gentle, with a pleasant smile, it is no exaggeration to say that he is an angel.

When you turn your back on someone, humiliate him, attack him with words, you are a living and realistic version of the devil.

Hull's heart suddenly twitched, wouldn't Sang Jiuchi be such a sufferer?

Then he released malice towards himself, is he actually asking for help?

Hull hurriedly asked: "If I really meet this kind of person, how can I help him?"

The pastor thought about it seriously, "If he treats you like this in private, it means that you have become a life-saving straw for him. Don't leave him at this time, and don't disobey him. Obey him and let him take everything To vent out his anger. But it is not enough, you have to try to help him regain hope in life."

"For example, use things with bright colors like flowers and things he is interested in to stimulate the other person's heart and make him fall in love again. Let him know that he can only enjoy these things when he is alive, and nothing will be lost when he dies. "

"But these things have to be done quietly. You can't expose his duplicity. This will only make him run away in fear and wrap himself in his own world again."

Hull immediately remembered what the pastor said, "Is there anything else?"

The pastor thought hard, "One more thing, if the other party wants something, you must try to satisfy it. This shows that he has already begun to have worldly desires, and if he keeps amplifying his desires, he will become less and less willing to commit suicide."

Under Hull's expectant gaze, the pastor finished, "That's all I can think of right now, if I remember anything else, I'll tell you."

Hull nodded quickly, "Then I will trouble you."

The pastor nodded in satisfaction, his eyes burst out in appreciation, "As expected of me, young man, I have told many people about these things, but you are the only one who listens most seriously. Young man, you have a promising future, you must Will be a man like the Cardinal."

Hull was trying to review the knowledge points the pastor said in his mind, but he didn't listen to a word of the pastor's words.

Suddenly, the sentence "You will definitely become the man of the cardinal" floated into my ears.

Hull paused all over, and looked at the pastor with a little surprise, "You really think so?"

The pastor nodded vigorously, "Yes, you can definitely."

Hull rubbed the corner of his clothes embarrassingly, "Am I suitable?"

The pastor patted Hull's broad shoulders earnestly and earnestly, "Who else is competent except you? You believe in my vision, I am optimistic about you!"

In his mind, the figure of Sang Jiuchi had begun to appear uncontrollably.

Prejudice has long since disappeared, and Sang Jiuchi has a variety of colors in his mind.

There is an image that illuminates the patient like a god, there is a look that sneers and ridicules him, and there is a face that arrogantly steps on his chest.

Sang Jiuchi's face appeared in his mind one by one, and finally all the photos merged into one picture.

He knelt on the ground and looked up at Sang Jiuchi.

Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and there was emotion on his face.

The heart suddenly began to beat violently.

Puff, puff, puff.

He beat his chest hard, as if he wanted to pry open his breastbone and rush out.

Hull suddenly laughed, and he grabbed the pastor's hand firmly with his backhand, and said firmly, "I would like to lend you a good word."

After that, he stood up directly, said "I'm full, thank you for the hospitality" and walked away.

The pastor looked at the red hand being held, and finally smiled awkwardly, "This young man has really strong hands."

The nun next to her couldn't stand it any longer, "Teacher, can you correct that man who catches someone and says he can become a cardinal archbishop? You have said it [-] times if not a thousand times? It really spread to the ears of the archbishop in red, and he thought you were trying to seek power."

The pastor glared at the nun, "What do you know? There is a good saying that a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier. If one of the 800 people really becomes a general, then I will become a prophet .Besides, I'm really optimistic about them."

The three nuns couldn't help but rolled their eyes together, "Yes, yes, you are optimistic about everyone."

In the room, Sang Jiuchi was sending spiritual energy to Susan.

It's very strange, the aura that was clearly delivered yesterday has almost run out now.

Susan's expression was very painful, and it was not until Sang Jiuchi sent the spiritual energy in that she relieved a little.

But this can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. He thought for a while and asked Susan, "Do you want to take revenge yourself?"

Hate flashed in Susan's eyes, "It's even a dream."

Sang Jiuchi, "I have a way for you to regain the entity, but the process is a bit painful, and you need to suffer from skin cramps. If you can bear it, I will help you."

Surprise suddenly appeared in Susan's beautiful eyes, "I can do it, I have even experienced that kind of pain, and now no pain can break me down."

Sang Jiuchi: "I will put you in a small world. You are an outsider to that world, so when you are in that world, I will restrict your freedom. Your range of activities is only as big as this church range, and you have no one to communicate with but yourself. Not only do you have to suffer, but you also have to endure long periods of loneliness.”

"Speaking of which, are you still willing?"

Susan still nodded firmly, "I can."

Sang Jiuchi: "Okay, I will put you in temporarily first, and I will connect a thread in your mind and my mind. If you can't bear it halfway through your practice, just pull that thread, and I will put you Bring it back to the real world."

Susan: "Then when will I be able to come out?"

Sang Jiuchi: "I will give you a book. After finishing this book, when you can touch things with your hands, it proves that you have cultivated the entity. At that time you are pulling the rope, I will take You come out. I also want to tell you that the world I will take you to is a world you have never seen before."

"The laws of that world are far more ruthless than this world. You are an invader to that world. If you are found, you will be strangled. I imprison you not only to protect you, but also to maintain the laws of that world. So don't You want to break through my barrier and get out, understand?"

Susan nodded seriously, "Understood."

"Also, the book I gave you is specially used for cultivation by souls like you. During the cultivation process, there are nine deaths and one lifespan, and the halfway is extremely dangerous. Generally speaking, every time you advance, it will attract thunder. But I secretly put you It was put in, so you shouldn’t suffer thunder calamity, but there will still be demons that you should have, so don’t go into a dead end when cultivating.”

"There is one last point, you are cultivating on that plane, and what you absorb is the spiritual energy of that plane. Correspondingly, I will send the spiritual energy of this world to fill the gap you absorbed. You don't have to worry about this, I will complete it .Do you go in now or take another look at your brother?"

Susan was already a little incoherent, "Well, Archbishop Jiuchi, can I really, really become a human again?"

Sang Jiuchi corrected her, "It's not that you become a human, you are already dead, time is irreversible, and it is impossible to become a human Susan again. But I can make you visible to others, and you should have some special tricks. As for the content of the trick, you will gradually understand it when you enter that world."

Since Sang Jiuchi could see herself, Susan had seen Sang Jiuchi's ability.

He is not the magic stick they once thought at all, he really has the ability that others don't have.

I was too stupid before.

When she thought that she wanted to frame Sang Jiuchi at first, and later caused Sang Jiuchi to be wronged because of her own death, she began to fall into endless self-blame.

Although she had turned into a ghost, she felt a burning pain on her cheek.

"I won't look at my brother anymore. If I can cultivate a physical body, I want my brother to see me. I will tell my brother personally that you didn't lie to him." Seeing the impatient expression on Sang Jiuchi's face, She hurried back.

Sang Jiuchi had already heard footsteps outside, "Okay."

In his mind, Sang Jiuchi said: [F001, transmit Susan's soul to the ghost in the realm of comprehension. 】

F001: [Ding!Next, consume 1000 plane points for positioning transmission.Ding!The target is locked successfully, the location of the plane is locked successfully, and the transmission starts below. 】

Suddenly, a strange voice came to mind in Susan's mind. Before she understood the meaning of the words, she felt dizzy.

When I woke up again, I was surrounded by an endless field of manjusawa, and the fiery red spread all the way to the horizon.

Not far away, there is also a log cabin.

This is the new world that Sang Jiuchi talked about?Susan ran for a while in the manjushahua, and then hit a transparent wall.

Going forward, she couldn't advance half a point, this should be the enchantment that Sang Jiuchi was talking about.

Back to the place where she fell just now, Susan walked into the cabin again.This log cabin seemed to be specially built for her. The log cabin was very simple, with only one bed, one table and one chair inside.

There was a book on the table, and Susan tentatively picked it up.But it was empty.But immediately, countless cramped and incomprehensible words appeared in her mind.

These characters seem to be ancient oriental characters, and she can't understand a single word.

Just as she was hesitating, the text in her mind began to slowly change, becoming a text she could understand - "Ghost Cultivation Body Art".

As if she had found a treasure, Susan quickly looked through the content in her mind and began to practice according to the description inside...

In the real world, just as Sang Jiuchi sent Susan away, he heard a knock on the door.

finally come.

Sang Jiuchi's always calm eyes shone with dazzling brilliance, and then the brilliance fell into the abyss again and hid.

He adjusted his facial expression before saying coldly, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, Hull walked in, and immediately saw Sang Jiuchi who was stuck on the sofa with a haughty face.

"Come here." Sang Jiuchi raised his eyelids and lowered his voice, "Lock the door."

Hearing that Sang Jiuchi asked him to lock the door, Herr's heart skipped a beat.

With a "click", he dropped the lock.

Hull swallowed nervously, turned his head after adjusting his mood, and walked up to Sang Jiuchi step by step.

Sang Jiuchi had been busy all day today, and always wanted to do something to relax.

He looked up at the tall Hull, Hull's expression was still the same cold and indifferent, but there was panic in his eyes that he could catch at a glance.

"I'm a little tired, and I want to relax, do you know what I should do?" Sang Jiuchi evoked a vicious smile, and his always gentle eyes in the eyes of outsiders also carried an attack.

Hull was stunned for a second.

Then slowly knelt down in front of Sang Jiuchi.

The gears of fate began to roll.

Hull raised his head slantingly, and Sang Jiuchi's depressed face just now visibly relaxed.

The pink color at the end of the eyes is crumbling, and the round and beautiful tip of the nose is also starting to turn pink.

Hull was encouraged.

Sure enough, the next second, Sang Jiuchi's expression became more relaxed.

His eyes gradually blurred, as if he had flown into the air and was soaring surrounded by clouds.

Seeing Sang Jiuchi's expression, Hull also began to fall.

Suddenly, ten slender fingers passed through his hair and grabbed his hair forcefully.

Outside the window, there was the cry of a nightingale.Mellow and crisp, extremely agile.

Sang Jiuchi looked at Hell lazily, "You are doing well, and you are becoming more and more proficient. You are indeed the head of the Royal Knights. You are so good at everything."

Hull took two big gulps of air, lowered his head, hiding his scarlet eyes.

Just now, he had the idea of ​​pressing Sang Jiuchi on the sofa.

Sang Jiuchi was still not happy. Although he had experienced many planes, this was the first time he saw this situation today.

The despair of nearly a thousand people living in one place waiting to die also touched him a little, especially since his eyes could still see the death aura lingering on them.

What is desperate is not death itself, but the despair of seeing death approaching but being powerless.

It seems that all struggles are in vain.

He urgently needs to do something now to relieve these pressures.But just relying on the front is not enough.

Sang Jiuchi pointed to his package, "Knight Hull, I have something in that package, please bring it for me."

Hull turned around, tensed his body and walked in front of Sang Jiuchi's package.

When leaving the temple, Sang Jiuchi brought a total of two packages, one was for changing clothes, and the other was just this.

The package was not big. Hull opened the package and saw the rope and whip inside.

Hull's pupils contracted a bit, but he still took the things to the table in front of Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi slowly stood up from the sofa, "General Hull, do you still remember how Prince Yinuo whipped me that day?"

Hull hesitated, but nodded.

Sang Jiuchi: "Do you think I should take revenge?"

Hull looked at Sang Jiuchi's arrogant and evil face, and the old pastor's words suddenly appeared in his mind: "Obey what he says, and don't disobey him!"

Nodding, Hull said, "Should."

Sang Jiuchi picked up the whip from the table and walked up to Hull.

The handle of the whip was pressed against Hell's neckline, and with a random fiddle, it slid to his waist.

A large group of honey color appeared in front of Sang Jiuchi, under the honey color were clearly visible vigorous muscles.

The beautiful abs are neatly arranged one by one.

Sang Jiuchi suddenly thought, if Hull goes to participate in the beauty pageant, he will definitely win the first place, the first place in the universe.

"Let's chat for a while, Hull knight." Sang Jiuchi took back his whip and sat back on the sofa. He looked at Hull's muscles with satisfaction, and suddenly said this.

Hull was a little confused.

He seriously recalled the words of the old pastor, and secretly sighed in his heart.

As expected, Sang Jiuchi was seriously ill, and he couldn't understand his brain circuit at all.

"Knight of Hull, what is your favorite entertainment?"

Hull glanced at Sang Jiuchi hesitantly, and saw that Sang Jiuchi looked like an old god. The sense of attack that overflowed just now disappeared, and now he suddenly became gentle again.

Cloudy and sunny, is it already terminally ill?

Hull replied cautiously, "Horse riding is my favorite."

Sang Jiuchi dragged out the ending, "Oh, I like riding horses. How long do you usually ride?"

Unable to see Sang Jiuchi's intentions, Hull had no choice but to tell the truth, "It mainly depends on the endurance of the war horse. If the endurance is strong, you can ride forever."

Sang Jiuchi's beautiful eyes flickered, "It's just right, Knight Hull. I really envy you who can ride a horse. I grew up in a temple since I was a child. Every word and deed must represent the Holy See, and my words and deeds must be dignified and elegant, the Pope Never let me ride a horse."

The words of the old pastor reappeared in his mind, "If the patient suddenly expresses a special desire to do something, you must do everything possible to satisfy him! Only in this way can he have hope in life."

Hull clenched his fists, "If you really like it, I can teach you."

A meaningful smile bloomed on Sang Jiuchi's gentle face, "Knight Hull, you are actually a very nice person. Is it difficult to ride a horse? I have never ridden before."

Hull quickly shook his head, "It's not difficult at all. If you are afraid, I can find you a docile pony."

Sang Jiuchi smiled even bigger, "I don't like docile little ponies very much, I prefer fierce horses, the kind that can travel thousands of miles a day."

Hull frowned, "That kind of horse usually recognizes its owner, and has a very strong temper. If it does, it will only follow one person in its life. You need to tame it before it will recognize you, otherwise even the reins They can't fit in."

Sang Jiuchi looked Hull up and down, and there seemed to be some kind of hook in his eyes, which made Hull feel confused.

"It's really romantic to follow only one person in my life. Is General Hull really willing to teach me how to ride a horse?"

Hull nodded seriously, "Of course, when we go back, I will find a suitable horse to teach you."

Sang Jiuchi laughed, "No, I've already found it. And I don't have to wait to go back, I can do it now."

Hull frowned. There were no horses here. If there were any, there were only horses pulling the carriage outside.

Those horses are old horses, but they are not fierce at all.

Hull smiled secretly, as expected, he had never seen the world, so in the eyes of Sang Jiuchi, is that kind of horse a fierce horse?

"Okay," Hull stood up straight and pointed to the door, "let's go now."

Sang Jiuchi laughed out loud, and he picked up the hemp rope on the table and walked up to Hull, "Come on, I'll tie the rein for you."

The moment the rope was tied to his wrist, Hull suddenly realized that what he and Sang Jiuchi said from just now were completely different things!

hot horse.

Means, he?

Hull: "??!"