C65 Meeting by Mo Lu

The sun was shining.

On the public road leading to Fujian, a black horse was galloping like a black gust of wind!

Immediately, two men sat in front of him and behind him.

In front of him was a twelve or thirteen year old boy with delicate features and starry eyes and white teeth. A two inch head of black hair stood straight as an arrow! He wore a green robe and black pants