Pilgrim wanted to walk towards him, but he was still getting used to the feeling of taking off his heavy armor. When he raised his leg, he staggered forward and almost crushed Yu Mengzhou into a pancake.
Falke quickly bit Yu Mengzhou's collar and dragged him back. Junfeng did as Falke said, and soon forgot the reason for his anger, and ran over to watch the fun.
"Pilgrimage! You've cleaned yourself up!" Jun Feng shouted in surprise, "Can you speak now?"
"Since you are so curious, why don't you help support your brother," Falke said calmly, "This is a good thing to be happy about."
Junfeng happily held up Pilgrim's body. After both horses were stable, Yu Mengzhou stepped forward. He took off his gloves and stroked his wet, rosy-colored mane with his fingers. The wounds on Pilgrim's body had healed. After rubbing them, his palms were stained with a scarlet color that was not sure whether it was blood or sweat.
After a moment of silence, he smiled and said, "After I finish trimming the pilgrim's hooves, I'll give you two a brush?"
Ignoring Junfeng's happy whimper, Yu Mengzhou put on his gloves again and began to concentrate on removing the cursed nails for the pilgrimage. He pried open the surrounding thorns, scraped off the thick scars and dirt on the bottom of the hoof, and then pulled out the restraints set by the demon prince one by one.
Counting it up, Pilgrim is already the seventh demon horse to be freed from its restraints, and the cursed nails are no longer a strong obstacle for Yu Mengzhou. From this point of view, Yu Mengzhou couldn't help but feel strange.
As early as when he freed the fourth magic horse, the Hell Lord named Weaver came to warn him and ordered him to leave the demon world quickly and not to open the box of disaster. However, now that the seventh horse has been released, Angra, who is at the center of the dispute, has not responded at all. He only sent troops once to carry out harassment... Logically speaking, if all the magic horses are unsealed, his good days will be over, but why did he...
Yu Mengzhou's hand paused unconsciously.
"The great devil can only be killed by concepts that he does not understand" - Could it be that Angela's understanding of the horses is so thorough that he is not afraid of their revenge
When he thought of this, Yu Mengzhou couldn't help but murmur in his heart.
He worked without stopping, fixing the two front hooves and then the back one.
Falke should have been prepared for this situation, right? Because from the beginning to the end, he was very sure that the horses were the sharp knife that would end Angra's life. When they regained their freedom, they would definitely head for the heart of the Demon Prince...
The diseased hoof tissue fell off piece by piece, revealing a brand new hoof surface. Yu Mengzhou applied ointment, wrapped it with gauze, and wiped the sweat off his face with difficulty.
"Huh," he straightened up, "Come on, let me brush your fur!"
Unexpectedly, there are quite a few natural hot springs in hell. The springs with boiling steam are extremely green and gorgeous, exuding a strong smell of sulfur. In contrast to the red earth, the sense of magic is instantly maximized.
Water of this quality is definitely not suitable for direct contact with human skin. Yu Mengzhou dipped a brush into hot water, wrapped it around the pilgrim's hoof, and scrubbed its dirty fur.
The large brush pushed forward closely, creating ripples on the magic horse's velvety hair. Yu Mengzhou combed out the tangled mane, letting the stains and blood flow down the body. Pilgrim shook his ears in satisfaction, and Junfeng's tail was also raised high, swaying proudly from side to side. Falke watched all this, but calmly buried his head in drinking water without making a sound.