Last Whisper

1. Return of an old friend The Western Region, the desert border. It was late winter at this time, and the Gobi Desert in late winter was quiet and desolate. What's more, it was in the evening, and the large flying snowflakes were blown several feet away in an instant by the northwest wind that cut through the skin and bones. This is a barren land that people have heard from word of mouth. Only during the season when the sun dries the bones will one or two lonely business travelers quietly move past its edge, and now is the coldest time of the year. The wind and snow were swaying, but what was swaying was not the wind, but a horse with a snow-white body. It was a rare horse, but at this time it was already sweating like rain, and yellow and white foam spurted out from the horse's nostrils, but the man on the horse had no intention of stopping. Until, until he saw the mottled stone tablet, the man shook the reins in his hand and then slowly stopped. "Boundary Monument of the Ming Dynasty". This sigh seemed to wash away all the fatigue. The man turned around and looked at the road he had just walked. A rare smile finally appeared on his face, "I finally walked out." The horse neighed, and a cold light suddenly appeared in the man's hand. The entire reins and the saddle were broken into pieces on the ground, "Go back, follow the way you came." The horse seemed to understand, and just circled around the man, then flew towards the west direction.