You Are My...
Editor: Henyee Translations
Lying on the ground, the silver warhorse stared blankly at the student ID and didn't know what expression to use in front of Wang Ling.
From the ID, it could confirm two things. First of all, the cover was made of leather… and secondly, this human cultivator in front of it was a genuine high school student. There was a metal stamp on the ID which contained traces of magic, so the warhorse was sure of it.
A high school student…
The silver horse's hair stood on end. Were all high school students nowadays this formidable? What were they feeding them…
Staring at the silver horse, Wang Ling stretched out one hand and rested it on its body, and the horse twitched involuntarily. It tried to get up, but found it hard in its current state.
"You… what are you doing?" The silver horse's expression was full of terror.