Yin Huaixi was silent, but when he saw Yu Youyao looking at him expectantly, he still supported her firmly. "It's quite good. It's called Snow Mountain. It belongs to you."
The snow mountain horse belonged to the Northern Barbarians.
Snow Mountain only belonged to Yu Youyao.
Actually, this name seemed to be not bad.
Yu Youyao had obtained a good horse and used a good name that she thought was not bad but was actually lazy. When she thought of the scene of Yin Huaixi getting on the horse and galloping away, she suddenly felt a sense of heroism.
She raised her foot and stepped on the pedal, holding the saddle with both hands. Her figure was flexible to begin with, and she was not weak. With a little strength from her legs, she flipped herself onto the horse and was a little nimble.
