The Astarte of the B

The sound of horses' hooves, "tap, tap, tap," came from the winding and rugged road.,Sarcasm turned to panic, the farmer cried out, as if he had seen some terrible contagious disease, some horrifying filth, and retreated again and again.,But just as the dog was about to pounce on its owner, a slender black shadow brushed past Lane's leg.。