Here Comes the Horse

Not everyone riding a white horse is Tang Seng. It could be a god of slaughter. Xiao Bai transmigrated into a book and became the most favored member of the protagonist's entourage: his mount. A horse. He couldn't do this. He wouldn't do this. He didn't want anyone riding him. Xie Yingzhou acquired a divine steed that could travel a thousand li in a day and understand human speech. It was just a little lazy. Whenever there was work to do, it would collapse and refuse to get up. It was only enthusiastic when it came to eating. It was the worst warhorse he'd ever had. Yet this very lazy horse galloped through a storm of spears and arrows and a mountain of corpses, dragging its injured leg and racing through the night for a thousand li to carry him, gravely wounded and unconscious, back to Xin'an. Xie Yingzhou erected a tombstone for the white horse: The Grave of My Beloved Horse. In the dead of night, a beautiful young man knocked open the general's residence gate. The boy blinked his big, sparkling eyes and leaped into Xie Yingzhou's arms. "Hey, your horse is here!" Theme: Fighting side by side, sharing life and death.