C637 Prophylaxis

I rode on the horse, raising my whip as I looked at the Han Bo Chen who was in hot pursuit: "Senior Martial Brother Han, what a coincidence, are you here to ride the horse or to challenge me?"

Han Bo Chen said impolitely, "This racetrack isn't your home, can you control this old man's walking horse?"

I said, "Of course I don't care about you walking the horse, but what do you mean by running