He was in a white robe, riding on a little red horse of unknown origin. Old man Su swore that the little red horse was a Qi Lin breed, but no matter how Yi Yun looked at it, the little red horse looked too funny. Especially with old man Su’s fat ass sitting on it, the little red horse was almost swallowed by old man Su’s ass.
Seeing old man Su’s round figure and his fat belly resting on the horse’s neck, Yi Yun could only feel embarrassed and depressed.
“Go!” Old man Su shouted and the little red horse began galloping. Yi Yun really wondered if that mini-pony could withstand old man Su’s weight.
Under the moonlight, old man Su and his horse traveled towards the vast wilderness.
Looking from afar, Yi Yun felt that this scene would have meant more, if old man Su wasn’t that fat…
On the plains, old man Su was singing a somewhat tragic song.
The sky is filled with dried yellow grass, with a horse I travel afar.
The winds of meals attack the world, only to enter a dragon’s nest or god’s realm.
Heaven smiles with smoke arising, the lands confer me as king…
…
As old man Su sang his heroic song, he carried the ten baked chicken Yi Yun had given him, embarking on his long journey.
Behind, Yi Yun turned speechless again upon hearing it. Where the hell did he plagiarize that song from? It didn’t even have the slightest rhythm!