C215 Master Arrival

Ma naturally wasn't his master, Xuanyuan Yi was talking about the one in the ruins.

A hand came out from the dirt and a clear and melodious voice rang out, "Little White, help me."

The white horse rolled its eyes and bit the sleeve of the other hand to drag it up.

He wore a dirty, discolored gown, had a head of messy long hair, and a small face the size of a palm