Chai Feng Horse was born in a horse farm. He was born shorter than other horses, and his running speed was much slower than those horses. In this racecourse, he should have been the least popular one.
However, there will also be children riding horses at the racecourse. His short size and slow speed provide a lot of safety. Therefore, no one cares about his speed and size. The racecourse owner treats all horses equally.
Sometimes, the gap between people is really wider than that between people and dogs. When some bosses have begun to consider abandoning their conscience to make money, it is rare for them to still not be influenced by profits.
And what kind of environment creates what kind of character? From childhood to adulthood, no matter whether Chai Fengma does well or not, his peers will not say anything about him, and humans will not do anything to him. This environment created a more Buddhist type of wind-chasing horse.
Zhui Fengma doesn't have much hatred for anything. He doesn't care whether people are good or bad. He has never been bullied until now.
When God closes a door, He will open a window for you. The purity of Chai Feng Ma's abilities and talent are very strong. Since childhood, the situations he has encountered are either crushing or 50-50. Anyway, if he can't beat him, he will run away. No matter how slow a horse runs, it is still faster than a human.
In this case, Chai Feng Ma can be said to be the ultimate Buddhist type. After all, you don't get paid, so why are you working so hard? If you can't beat them, just turn around and run away. If you can beat them, just kill them easily.
The whole life of Chai Feng Ma has been living in confusion all year round, as light as an ink painting, gurgling but without any ripples. His soul has always been led by ease and comfort, and he has never had any real struggle or fighting spirit.
Chasing the Wind Horse is a horse with no independent opinions. He is keen to obey the leader's words and follow the arrangements to go to places where he is not sure whether he wants to go. Like a phantom, he keeps changing roles in other people's lives and can never become the protagonist.
He teaches by words and deeds, so his actions are like running water, without desires or desires. He said: "The world is so complicated, and I just choose to follow its natural laws." Although some people think that he is eating and waiting to die, he himself believes that this is a transcendent attitude towards life.
He is like a drop of water in the drifting ocean, floating in the warm sea. The ripples he makes on the calm water are always slight, but even the smallest ripples can cause tidal changes. He may not lead the trend, nor leave a strong mark in the long river of history, but he calmly moves forward on his own path, just like the cloud that lets the wind blow, simple and free .
Therefore, Yan Yanhu arranged a task, and he came to do it. His attitude is that it doesn't matter. If he can win, he will destroy them all. If he can't, he will run away.
And with this kind of attitude, Chai Feng Ma is naturally full of firepower when he comes up and goes all in! If you win, just call it a day; if you lose, just run away.
The horse chasing the wind, as its name symbolizes, is the representative of wind. His posture is elegant, his neck is straight, and his hooves are fast, as if he is really moving through the clouds and chasing the sun, like the incarnation of wind. And the violent wind that he had released continued to cause the calm air to begin to tremble, as if it was activated by countless small touches.
The surrounding atmosphere began to become tense, as if there was an invisible huge pressure spreading. Then, the clouds in the sky began to gather, gradually converging into a huge surging force, swooping down from the sky to the ground. Shrouded from the sky. The wind is no longer a gentle caress, but a wild, powerful impact. Under the raging wind, the air became swift and sharp, like countless tiny arrows, mercilessly sweeping across every inch of land, every plant, every plant, and every creature.
The arrival of the strong wind changed everything. The originally peaceful dinner was disrupted by the pressure of the wind. The miners quickly bent down to try to resist the sudden storm. With dancing clothes, trembling body, fixed gaze, the lunch box slipped from the hands, and the food was scattered on the ground, like a hanging weight suddenly falling, causing people's heartache.
The expressions on the faces of the miners who were eating seemed to be frozen by the wind. Pain, fear, confusion, and various complex emotions were intertwined on their faces. Their waists were bent extremely low, their hands were firmly clasped on the ground, and their bodies were trembling slightly, like a grass that could be blown down by the wind at any time.
Looking at the sleeping people, their bodies are pressed tightly against the ground due to the strong wind, as if they are integrating with the earth. They tried hard to get up, but they could not resist the pressure of the wind, and their painful expressions were clearly visible. Their lips were tightly closed, their eyes were twisted in pain, and their muscles were tense, like a piano about to break its strings.
As for the woman who was still waiting for her husband to come out, she protected her three-year-old child under her body and allowed the wind to wreak havoc on her body. The mother's face was full of determination and pain, and while her gentle eyes protected her son, they also revealed an almost desperate tenacity. The wind pulled her hair wildly, and her clothes were wrapped fiercely, but she stayed there like a rock.
Under the fierceness of the storm, the images of the three of them were even more eye-catching. They stand upright in the wind, like three mountain peaks, firm and unyielding. Because the three of them are superpowers, facing this kind of wind-type AOE attack, the three of them can naturally stand firm, but they cannot stand for long. That sense of top-down pressure is still there!
Wang Shuwei faced the challenge of the strong wind without fear. He decisively closed his eyes, clasped his hands together, and began to pray solemnly and deeply. There was a kind of piety and determination on his face, as if he could really ask God to resolve the storm through prayer.
Fanatic believer, well-deserved reputation!
Ye Ning's eyes were nervous and frightened, and the wind made his figure sway, but his heart was like a raging fire, full of fighting spirit. He gently opened his palm and condensed a red seal. In an instant, blazing fire jumped in the palm of his hand, illuminating everything around him. His face was full of determination, as if this one-sided storm could not destroy Ye Ning directly, but could only inspire him to have the courage to fight to the death.
Yan Hanjun was calm and decisive, and he remained unwavering in the face of the strong wind. He pulled out a pistol from his pocket, and the gun body with this special syringe looked particularly eye-catching in the wind. He held the handle of the gun firmly and aimed it at the core of the storm - the horse chasing the wind. His cold eyes penetrated the storm, staring straight at Chasing the Wind Horse.
Yan Hanjun's expression froze at this moment. He tried his best to stabilize his struggling body, and pointed his pistol at the horse chasing the wind in the most stable posture. His eyes converged into a sharp light, staring at the target, letting the wind roar violently in his ears.
He gritted his teeth, every muscle tense to the extreme. Then, finding a moment of relative calm in the storm, he shortened his breath and fell into silence. The thumb presses the upper slide rail hard to control the rhythm and time of the reset; the index finger holds the trigger tightly, transmitting the perceived pressure to the pistol in the hand.
The pistol reacted instantly to the trigger movement and sounded a slight and short "bang". The red liquid-filled bullet was like a red garnet. The powerful force threw it out of the gun chamber, across the sky, and flew straight in the direction of the horse chasing the wind.
Countless wind blades tried to block the progress of the bullet during this process, but were unable to stop it. The bullet sliced through the wind, revealing a hollow mark and spinning continuously. It carried a determined killing intent, seemed neither frightened nor frightened, and flew towards the target very quickly. The moment the target came into contact with it, the bullet with red liquid hit the horse chasing the wind without warning.
The Buddhist-type Chai Feng Ma didn't even think about hiding. With his inherent experience, these bullets have long been outdated and can't hurt him at all, so why should he hide? There is no point in dodging.
It is this kind of Buddhist thought that makes Zhui Fengma have a bad mentality. Anyway, he will not do anything if there is no loss. Therefore, Zhui Fengma suffered a big loss. They don't understand that technology is constantly improving. Chai Fengma just doesn't understand this.
The syringe left a tiny mark on Chai Feng Ma's thick skin, and then the entire bullet drilled in. The sound of the syringe piercing the muscle was completely covered in the storm, and only the connection between the bullet and the muscle emitted a faint red light, proving its existence.
The bullet formed a small hole in Chasing the Wind Horse's body, which seemed to be completely cut off from the outside world. However, as the bullet entered, the hole began to become active. The red liquid was being pumped out of the bullet's syringe, quickly spreading into the blood of the horse chasing the wind.
The medicine is like a red stream flowing through the blood vessels, carrying mysterious power surging through the body. This kind of power is gentle and strong, like a warm current, quietly changing the physique of Chasing the Wind Horse. Driven by the blood, the medicine gradually disappeared from sight and entered deeper into Chai Feng Ma's body.
Yan Hanjun lowered the pistol in his hand slightly, and quickly took out the replaced ammunition rack with his other hand. He gently pressed the gun handle and took out the empty ammunition rack. Immediately, he took out a new magazine containing ordinary bullets from his pocket and successfully installed it in the pistol. His movements were precise and crisp. Silver bullets were neatly arranged in the barrel of the gun, and the shiny gun body reflected light spots.
The pressure of the strong wind field made it difficult for others, but for Yan Hanjun, whose body was strengthened, it was not a big problem. He recalibrated the pistol in his hand, stabilized his posture, and was fully prepared. His eyes were still locked on Chasing the Wind Horse.
Yan Hanjun said coldly: "There are still three minutes left for the medicine to take effect. He will become weaker and weaker. He will persist for five minutes."
