When I saw Zhao Wujiang again.
What it wants to say doesn't seem to matter anymore.
It wants to say, Hey, Zhao Wujiang, my good partner, I miss you a little.
So it blurted out, oooooooooo.
Zhao Wujiang doesn't think it's dirty, doesn't think it's covered in dust and dirt, doesn't think it doesn't express its meaning, doesn't think it's a wolf, doesn't think it behaves like a beast or is as humble as an ant.
Zhao Wujiang was very happy and held it in his arms.
It smelled the familiar scent and the different scent that it had not seen for a long time.
Where is home, maybe this is it.
It finally couldn't help it, and moaned about being abandoned.
The days were not dull. One day, it set off with Xiaohong and some of Zhao Wujiang's relatives and friends to Renzong.
That day was another ordinary day.
It thought it was just that it was tired of waiting in the capital and went out to enjoy the mountains and rivers.
But when it arrived at Renzong, Sahuan'er ran in, thinking that Zhao Wujiang would follow behind.
But when it looked back, there was only Zhao Wujiang's leaving figure.
Only then did it realize something.
It ran out with all its strength and hit the human sect's barrier.
But it doesn't care, it wants to take Zhao Wujiang home.
It wants to tell Zhao Wujiang, you can't go, you can't be alone, you will die.
But all it could say was howling. It kept hitting the barrier, smashing its head and bleeding all over it.
It wanted to create noise and make Zhao Wujiang look back.
Look, your buddy is bleeding.
It just wants to keep him.
But the blood light covered its eyes, and Zhao Wujiang's figure disappeared.
The old Taoist said that love lasts forever.
The old Taoist said, Xiaobai, you have to remember him.
Zhao Wujiang, this fool, was really stupid, and his love was too deep to last, so he died.
Linlang, a fool, is also very stupid and has a deep love, so he is about to die.
The same goes for the old Taoist, who later saved so many people that he was deeply in love and was about to die.
And it will always remember that name, Yue Bufan.
The late meaning of the sun, the rising thing.
It wants to avenge Zhao Wujiang.
It told Xiaohong, and Xiaohong had the same goals as it.
It told Xiaohong that she could not stay in the Human Sect because the disciples of the Human Sect would soon move to the distant Tian Sect.
There is a word called living under someone else's roof.
He, Xiaobai, and you, Xiaohong, are both wolves and horses with backbone.
Xiaobai has the bloodline of the Sirius clan, and will surely become famous in the future.
So they traveled thousands of miles to Lingxi Continent in the southern region of Shenshui River.
It was looked down upon by others, and so was Xiaohong.
It is not a pure-blooded Sirius, and the people of the Sirius tribe laugh at it and call it a hybrid.
It is a wolf with backbone.
So it was beaten.
Xiao Hong stepped forward and was beaten to the northwest.
It was a wolf, so the Sirius clan showed some mercy, but Xiaohong was a horse, and Kuku was beaten to death after being caught.
Xiaohong's energy was like a gossamer and she was going to die.
It cried and ran, carrying Xiaohong on its back to Xiangtianbaozhou. It wanted the old Taoist to save Xiaohong.
But Xiaohong couldn't resist it after all.
When the little red oil lantern is exhausted, it will not be far behind when it travels thousands of miles.
It asked Xiaohong why she was so stupid and ran away if she couldn't beat him.
Xiaohong said, then why, my master Zhao Wujiang didn’t know how to run away at the beginning.
It was speechless.
Xiao Hong hissed, her body covered in blood and coagulated blood scabs, and she said words of reluctance.
It whined, saying it didn't understand, and asked Xiaohong to speak more clearly. It wanted to hear more from Xiaohong.
Xiaohong just stared at it, with a look of extreme reluctance in her eyes. The horse kicked its legs a few times, as if it was walking around before it died, carrying its master around the world.
Xiaohong died that summer, by a river.
It also fell to the ground with a sad cry.
It wants to say that the world is unfair, that those who are ruthless and unjust will ascend to high positions, and those who value love and righteousness will die in winter and summer.
"Xiaobai, Xiaohong..."
It seemed to hear Zhao Wujiang calling it and him from behind.
Looking back there is only the raging wind.
without him.
