C351 Galloping and Galloping

Nuo Risu was very happy.

Smiling at me, he opened the fence and walked in, hugging the horse's head affectionately and kissing it between the eyes.

"Elder Brother Yuan, he's my horse. In Chinese, he's called Wisdom. If you call him in Mongolian, it's called Dark Cloud!"

Nuo Risu turned his head and smiled at me as he reached for the horse's bridle and saddle.

"What a beautiful name