Chapter 1670: Face-slapping, Round 1 (3)

Run!

Run faster!

Frustrated and infuriated, Sefiro gripped the reins and kept urging Lightbolt, "Faster! Faster! Why are you so slow?!"

Lightbolt was so angry that it wanted to give up.

Who did she just call slow?

In fact, it had never run this fast before!

Lightbolt exhaled impatiently.

Sefiro snapped, "Stop whining! If you lose, I'll skin you and turn you into horse meat stew!"

Anger and afraid, Lightbolt picked up speed again.

With the sudden burst of energy, the distance between the two horses grew shorter and shorter…

1000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters…

Sefiro was finally appeased.

But she was still frustrated.

"This Feng Wu really is a piece of work!

"Her horse is amazing, but she just had to pretend that it was useless. She fooled me!

"She then caught up with me and ran past me. What a schemer!"

Sefiro clenched her fists and went scarlet in the face.