Chapter 435: Free Flying

The fat man feels beautiful now, with the sound of wind in his ears, the green grass rolling in front of him, the horse grassland galloping, galloping freely, and the passion in his chest stirs like a horse's hooves. This feeling is like flying.

Oh———The fat man couldn't help but scream. He could free his passion in the vast prairie and of course he could wipe out the depression in his heart. For the fat man, of course he didn't have depression. Now he just wanted to keep running like this and run to the horizon.

He ran happily in front, but the two herders behind him secretly complained: This fat man is crazy. If he continues like this, he will either be thrown down by a horse or he will fall down. Now they only have one thought in their minds - chase!

Just as they were riding their horses, suddenly the sound of horse hooves beside them, and a red shadow gradually caught up. First, they advanced with them, then gradually surpassed them one horse and two horse bodies, and finally left the two people far behind.

Little Qiqi was wearing a pink top and riding on a red horse, like a red lightning flash passing by the two herdsmen, making people feel far behind.

Qiqi sat on the horse, surprisingly stable. Like the fat man, the little guy also fully grasped the rhythm on the horse's back. She also had the advantage that the fat man did not have, and could communicate well with the dai Hong horse. The most important thing is that the little guy's weight is much lighter than the fat man. The dai Hong horse is not like running with a weight. It's just a horse galloping freely. It would be strange if it's not fast.

Soon, Qiqi surpassed the fat man again, and then he lowered his speed. The red horse sniffed gently and raised its four hooves high, like a dressage on the grass.

Grassland horses all have their own pride. They are rushing to the front in the racehorse. Not only the pride of the rider, but also the horses are excited.

The fat man behind also stopped, and the red horse under his crotch was not so easy. After all, the fat man carrying more than 200 kilograms ran all the way, which consumed a lot of horses.

The fat man flew off the horse's back, turned around with the reins, and then saw the two herders catching up and jumped off the horse's back quickly. The fat man laughed silly: "Friends, we are so happy that you are worried about this, I'm really sorry."

A herder laughed: "It seems that you shouldn't be asked to ride a horse from the beginning. I'm afraid that the horse racing players in the flag will practice hard and will never be willing to get off the horse's back."

The fat man scratched the back of his head, suddenly he uttered his legs and spread out: "It seems that it's worn out, I'll just say, the saddle is a little tight-"

In fact, it is not the reason for the saddle. After all, it was the first time for the fat man to ride a horse. Although he quickly mastered the riding technique of unity of human and horses, his skin had not been tempered, and the fat man had the finest skin and tender flesh, so the inside of his thighs was inevitably suffering.

"This is the price of indulgence, but if I ask me to make a new choice, I will do whatever I want." The fat man looked at the vast grassland in the distance and said seriously.

This sentence undoubtedly won the favor of two herdsmen. The children of grassland do not like to be artificial, and the more they are, the more they are liked.

"Qiqi, go back first to welcome Sister Xiaoyu and the others." The fat man shouted, and the wounds in his thighs were burning, so he had to sprinkle some medicine.

Because Qiqi is light, there is nothing to do. She turns the horse's head and runs back, and her speed is still chasing the wind and electricity. This is not Qiqi's desire to show off. It is mainly because the red horse ran out of the feeling, and it is not satisfying.

"I'll give me some medicine first." The fat man turned around, poured some Yunnan Baiyao on the gauze, and then applied it to the wound. The two herdsmen next to him didn't care. They now fully believe that this fat man must have never ridden a horse before, otherwise he should have been tempered. Not to mention that little girl, at such an age, she can't practice riding in her womb.

After a while, Dapianzi and the others also caught up: "Brother, you ran too fast, are you okay?"

Seeing that the fat man was standing there was a bit incorrect, Big Braida couldn't help but ask. The fat man could only hold on and shake his head: "Xiaoyu, I'm fine, how does it feel to ride a horse?"

When he heard this, Big Braidie's face became excited again: "It's a pity that he doesn't run faster than you and Qiqi--"

"Then I'll carry you for a ride - but it seems like I have to wait for a day." The fat man imagined the scene of riding with big braids and speeding on the grassland. It was really tempting.

"We'd better hurry up, please!" The herdsman actually called Xiao Qiqi first. Generally, those who can enjoy this kind of treatment are elders or respected figures in the clan.

The fat man took the reins from the big braid's hand and held the horse for her in front. Seeing him straddling his legs and running on the grass, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

However, the fat man's speed is really not enough, and he has a long endurance. He ran more than ten miles in one breath, and his speed became faster and faster. The two herders maintained a medium speed so that they could keep up with him.

I thought the fat man could not ride a horse, so he must have to drag him down, but in the end, Wang Sanpao, the boss of Che, and Wu Kun and others fell behind.

I have been running on the grassland for more than 30 miles. Only then can I see a few yurts in front of me, all of which are white yurts, just like white clouds falling on the grassland

The number of cattle and sheep gradually increased. The mooing of cows and the tender bleating of lambs interwoven into a harmonious grassland music.

Several long-haired dogs ran over first, and the powerful roar in their mouths also expressed the boldness of the grassland.

Qiqi took the lead and rushed to the front. The little guy slipped out of the horse's back and rushed towards the ferocious Mongolian mastiffs.

Mongolian mastiffs are dog breeds that are no inferior to Tibetan mastiffs. Among the thousands of years of manual choices, only those dogs who are good at grazing cattle and sheep and dare to fight with wolves will be retained by herders. Therefore, although their appearance is similar to those of big stupid dogs, they have essential differences in temperament and connotation.

The two herders heard a rush of shouts. In their opinion, the little girl was indecently irritating the big dogs that were taller than her, it would be dangerous.

Although the Mongolian mastiff generally does not attack actively without the owner's order, looking at the little girl's posture, it seems not just to look at it, because it has raised its little arm and faced the Mongolian mastiff that is rushing in front and is also the most ferocious.

"Don't worry, no dog can hurt Qiqi." Fatty and Dabizi were not in a hurry at all. Not to mention dogs, even wolves would bow their heads under Qiqi's little men.

Qiqi had already hugged the big dog's neck. It was a big dark yellow dog with more than ten centimeters of hair on its body and the one on its tail was even more amazing, which must have exceeded half a foot, which also made it look even more powerful.

But now it is as well-behaved as a little sheep, swaying its big tail hard, and its long hair dances in the air like a fly swing. The dogs behind it also ran up, jumping and jumping around Qiqi, which is even more pleasing than seeing the owner.

"Who are you?" A little boy in a Mongolian robe ran to Qiqi, with his head naked, and a small Mongolian knife hanging on his waist. His face was a healthy red, and his eyes were dark and bright. Standing there, he was one head taller than Qiqi.

"My name is Qiqi, what's your name?" Qiqi didn't even have any eyes and leaned over to touch the knife on the other party's waist.

But the little boy took two steps back vigilantly: "My name is Burigude, which means the Great Eagle."

"Haha, that's not the same name as Xiaobai." Qiqi smiled happily.

"Who is Xiaobai?" the little boy Burigoud asked in surprise.

"It's also an eagle - look, it's coming." Qiqi pointed his little hand into the sky, and saw a white figure getting bigger and bigger. It was Xiaobai who had played with the golden eagle, who had searched for Qiqi's position with its keen eyes.

Burigod was already stunned and kept muttering: "Chagan—Chagan (white)—"

Qiqi waved her hand, and Xiaobai fell to her side. Burigude's eyes shone: "Can you ask me to touch it? I'm willing to exchange anything with you."

"Xiaobai doesn't like to touch others. This guy is so arrogant. I have been with him for several years. As long as I touch me, you shouldn't ask for trouble." The fat man came over and said to Burigoud while carrying his big braid off his horse.

However, he underestimated Burigod's stubborn personality. Like his elders, the sharp arrows he sent would never return to the bowstring again.

He only heard a few rumbling sounds in his mouth, then took out a piece of jerky, tore off one, and handed it to Xiaobai.

Xiaobai actually enjoyed it with peace of mind, but the beef jerky was not moisture at all, which was not in line with its appetite. The fat man swallowed and spitted, and a small piece of mutton appeared in his hand. Then he replaced the jerky from Burigude's hand, tore off one, put it in his mouth and chewed it, and then handed the rest to the big braid.

Burigude pulled out the knife from his waist, cut the mutton into pieces, and then held it with his hands to feed it to Xiaobai. After the mutton was fed, he finally got what he wanted and gently stroked Xiaobai's back.

Xiaobai turned around and sniffed, his mouth was as sharp as a steel hook, and he was covered with flesh and blood. However, Qiqi took action in time and blocked Xiaobai's mouth with a small slap.

Burigude was not greedy either. He withdrew his hand with satisfaction and looked happy: "Qiqi, I solemnly invite you to visit my house."

The herdsmen are notoriously enthusiastic about foreign guests, but as a little kid, Burigoud does not have this right and must be invited by his elders. Since he said that, he can imagine his determination.

"A guest is here, welcome to the grassland as a guest." A cheerful voice sounded, and then everyone saw an energetic old man walking over with a smile. It can be seen that this was a wise old man, his eyes were not dim at all, but shining with light. In the words of the herdsmen, wisdom was hidden in his beard.

The herdsmen respect the elders the most, and everyone bowed to salute. After the old man returned the gift meticulously, they came to Qiqi: "Girl, on behalf of my grandson, I hope you can become the most popular guest in our yurt."
Chapter completed!