"Lao Ji should be the pinnacle of the Mawang family. Several generations of Mawang have improved the bloodlines of various BMWs to form a unique bloodline. If the Mawang family had not encountered unexpected events, this bloodline would have definitely become a world-renowned name. Horse, alas, now only this single seedling is left, what a pity!" Ye Mo gently stroked the horse's head and sighed sadly.
"Does Lao Ji only have one descendant like this?" Ye Xiaowu asked with some confusion.
"Yes, since the mare of the same bloodline died due to dystocia twenty years ago, she has become the only one of this bloodline. If the horse king knew about this predicament, he would probably not be able to live in peace in heaven." Ye Mo said.
"Twenty years ago, how old was this pony?" Ye Xiaowu asked in surprise. It was hard for her to imagine that the young-looking horse in front of her was actually older than herself.
"Silly girl, twenty years ago, naturally I was twenty years old." Ye Mo said with a smile.
"Ah, how long can they live?" Ye Xiaowu still couldn't believe that she actually had to call this guy in front of her her brother.
"Old Ji probably lived a hundred and twenty years. If he hadn't suffered too many injuries when he was young, he would have lived longer. It is said that the horse king once claimed that the horse of this bloodline he developed You can almost live to be over 150 years old." Ye Mo said.
"Can't they be combined with horses of other bloodlines?" Peng Zhan asked quickly.
"No, in order to maintain their nobility, the King of Horses reproductively isolates them from other horses. Just like modern people cannot have impulses towards those apes, they cannot have impulses towards other horses, no matter which horse has How handsome."
Hearing this, Peng Zhan didn't envy the horse's longevity at all, and even sympathized with it a little, because it was destined to live alone.
Probably sensing Peng Zhan and Ye Xiaowu's sympathy for it, the horse kept touching the bodies of Peng Zhan and Ye Xiaowu with its head, expressing its affection for the two people in this way.
"Peng Zhan, how about we call him Brother Ma from now on!" Ever since she knew that this horse was older than herself, Ye Xiaowu felt embarrassed to give it those silly names.
"Let's call it Mago, so that everyone can call it that." Peng Zhan thought for a moment and suggested softly.
Although it sounds the same as Brother Ma, it contains elements of a golden horse and an iron horse, which is more in line with its temperament.
"Okay, let's call you Ma Ge from now on, okay?" Ye Xiaowu pressed her head against Ma Ge's head.
When Mago nodded, its fluff made Ye Xiaowu giggle.
"Grandpa, why is Mago so smart? He's like a horse spirit."
Hearing what Ye Xiaowu said, Ma Ge immediately made a dissatisfied protest. It was obvious that he disliked the horse spirit and the flatterer being too close.
"According to what the horse king said, although this kind of horse cannot speak, its intelligence is on par with an adult." Ye Mo thought that the horse king was bragging when he said this, but now it seems that it is really the case, Ma Ge Act smarter than most adults.
"That's great, Ma Ge, why don't you come back to Tenggui City with us? Tenggui City is so much fun." Ye Xiaowu put her arms around Mago's neck and begged softly.
Mago, who had been nodding his head, shook his head without hesitation this time, and the swing was quite large, which did not give Ye Xiaowu any face.
"This kind of horse appears in front of everyone, either for revenge or to repay a favor. It comes here just to repay Peng Zhan for his kindness to Lao Ji. It wants to be a fairy in the mountains, how can it go to the secular world and suffer?" Ye Mo hurriedly said Help Mago explain.
Mago nodded repeatedly, indicating that Ye Mo had spoken his mind.
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In Tenggui City, shops selling various electrical appliances have sprung up overnight, and there are even many stalls set up on the roadside. They are constantly selling on their mobile phones. As long as pedestrians stop for a moment, they will grab each other's arms. Warm introduction for half a day.
What they got in exchange was that the other party threw away his hands in disgust, and then walked away. Looking at their retreating figures, the stall owners selling mobile phones felt like crying without tears.
There are even people carrying various bags, walking down the streets, knocking on other people's doors, and asking people from door to door if they need a mobile phone. Naturally, all they get is a blank stare. If they meet a grumpy owner, they will even be kicked out. .
