The little brother wolf beneath him let out a frightened scream, as if he didn't know what he had done wrong. br />

"It's good to teach them a lesson, take them away, and if you see a creature like us in the future, don't attack", Masaki grabbed the wolf king's neck with his hand, pulling it down from his body like a kitten and a puppy.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, everything has their way of survival, the reason why wolves attack people, is just to fill their stomachs, just like people kill pigs, the laws of nature are like this, Zhengji has no right and does not want to deprive other creatures of the way to survive, even if he kills these wolves, what can he do?

The wolf king seemed to understand the meaning of Masaki, and looked back at the figures of the others seriously, as if to remember the appearance of this creature deeply in their minds, people don't know if it was an illusion or what, they actually saw the light of thought in the eyes of the wolf king.

"Whew!" With a wolf roar, the wolf king and his little brothers walked away in the snow and ran towards their new prey.

As for the political discipline, it has already left a deep memory in their minds.

And others, at this moment, watching this scene with their own eyes are even more shocking, the miracle methods of political discipline have made them almost completely regard the man in front of them as a god, Yang Qing is even more confused Looking at this figure, he feels that his outlook on life and values have been completely subverted, as a scholar and professor, Zi Bu has always been the insistence in his heart, but in front of political discipline, it has been completely subverted.

Is there really a god in this world? It was a phrase that echoed in his heart repeatedly.

And at this time, the snow-white Tibetan mastiff was also full of food and drink, and he walked in front of Zhengji leisurely, looking at him curiously, the spirituality of the animal is very keen, and the breath revealed when Zhengji used the writing wheel eye just now was obviously captured by it.

And Masaki was also very interested in looking at the white Tibetan mastiff in front of him, he admitted that he was a little moved, such a beautiful creature, he had never seen it before, everyone has vanity, every man has a dream of having a majestic pet, and Masaki is no exception.

However, he did not do so, he had no reason to deprive an animal of its freedom and life for his own preference, and after thinking about it, he patted its fluffy and fluffy head and turned away.

Others looked at this scene in amazement, they didn't know what method Masaki used to make this ferocious Tibetan mastiff so close to a stranger like him, you know, although the Tibetan mastiff belongs to the canine family, but even if it is a domestic purebred Tibetan mastiff, its temperament is also extremely violent, in addition to its extremely loyal owner, any stranger, even if it is an acquaintance, it will attack mercilessly!

What's more, the one in front of me is obviously a Tibetan mastiff in the wild of the snow mountains, and its aggressiveness and territorial awareness should be much stronger in domestication!

But it is such a Tibetan mastiff, but under the hands of Zhengji, he is like a cute little white dog, and even squints his eyes to enjoy Zhengji's petting, just like the wolf king just now! How exactly did this man do it! Could he really be an immortal?

Seeing that Zhengji began to act, they did not dare to delay, and carefully bypassed the Tibetan mastiff, for fear that this beast would burst out and hurt people, such a giant beast of more than two meters, even if it was lying on its stomach, it was a terrifying visual impact, and they had no doubt that the huge head would cause much damage!

"Roar", walked more than ten meters. Suddenly, a low whistle sounded, and the hairs of several people walking behind Zhengji stood on end, and they didn't dare to move to watch this unknown Tibetan mastiff slowly straighten up like a graceful emperor, and walked lazily behind Zhengji.

"Huh? What, you want to follow me? Masaki noticed the Tibetan mastiff following behind him, and turned his head to look at the snow-white Tibetan mastiff in front of him with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, a surprising scene appeared, the white Tibetan mastiff seemed to be able to understand the words of political discipline, and nodded his head slightly.

However, the political discipline who communicates with the special spirit of the writing wheel eye feels the message of friendship and joy transmitted in the spiritual world of the white Tibetan mastiff.

"Follow me, but there are a few things you must know, one, you are not allowed to hurt people without my permission, and two, you must protect the right people," Zhengji communicated with the Tibetan mastiff with his spirit, and others just looked at him as if he was talking to himself.

"What's your name?" Masaki expresses himself with spirit.

The white Tibetan mastiff looked at Masaki in confusion, and there was no definition of name in its simple brain.

"Okay, in the future, you can simply call it the White Lion," Masaki thought about it, and decided based on its characteristics.

The white lion's spiritual eyes seemed to show a hint of thought, and then gently rubbed his huge head against Masaki's leg.

"Masaki, can you communicate with it?" Song Yu was dazzled by Zhengji's magical performances one after another, and she watched this scene curiously.

"Well, that's one of my special abilities," Masaki smiled and patted the white lion's head.

Others looked at this scene with envy, the price of the Tibetan mastiff has always been expensive, and such a pure white extremely rare Tibetan mastiff, without thinking about it, knows that it is probably a sky-high price, but at this moment, it is tame rubbing the trouser leg of this mysterious man.

The team restarted, and the only difference was that there was a huge white mastiff with vigor, meekly following Masaki's side.

"Would you like to ride a white lion for a while?" Masaki patted Song Yu's leg and asked softly.

"Is that okay?" There was a hint of expectation in Song Yu's eyes, this white Tibetan mastiff was very beautiful, and Song Yu also liked it very much in his eyes.

"Of course," Masaki nodded, and with a gesture of his hand, the white lion jumped beside him.

"It won't bite me, will it?" Song Yu was a little looking forward and worried, after all, such a Tibetan mastiff more than two meters long stood in front of him, and the sense of oppression was very strong.

"No, settle down," Masaki smiled and patted the snow mastiff's soft fur, spiritual communication is much more convenient than any animal trainer, Masaki even laughed at himself thinking that if he went bankrupt and lost his job one day, he would become a circus animal trainer and rely on this hand to rely on a mouthful of food.

He gently put Song Yu on the back of the white lion, Song Yu was a little nervous at first, but she soon realized that her worries were really superfluous, and the white lion entrusted her steadily, walking smoothly between the snowy mountains, even a few points more stable than political discipline.

A hint of excitement appeared on Song Yu's face, and he gently tentatively reached out and touched the white hair between the white lion's neck, but the white lion really didn't resist, just hummed twice in a low voice.

After such a short interlude, several people set off again.

Two hours later, the outline of the Rongbu Temple was hidden, Zhengji's face was as usual, and Song Yu's face was much better when he was sitting on the white lion, as for the others, he was not very optimistic, after all, it was the end of the strong crossbow, his face was tired and sleepy, and he limped behind Zhengji, but even so, their hearts were full of gratitude, along the way, Zhengji had twice rescued them from danger, if it weren't for the mysterious person wearing a mask in front of them, they were afraid that they would have been buried in the mountains and become a dry bone.

On the tarmac of Rongbu Temple, the plane of Tibetan Tantra has left for some time, and only the emergency helicopter arranged by Song Lao remains.

"You four come here", just as their faces showed a look of relief that had finally arrived, Masaki's voice suddenly came.

The four people who followed behind Masaki look at me, I look at you, hesitated for a moment and walked in front of Masaki.

"Look into my eyes," Masaki's seemingly emotionless voice reached the ears of several people, making them subconsciously raise their heads to look at the dark eyes behind the mask.

Almost the next moment, their expressions became dazed, and after a few seconds, they walked into the helicopter that Song Lao had already arranged.

"What did you do?" Song Yu asked curiously.

"Let them forget something they shouldn't remember," Masaki said, and yes, he had just used hypnotic hallucination to obscure memories about him from the brains of the four to prevent unnecessary trouble.

But even so, he was a little vaguely worried, this method is not without flaws, the human brain is a very magical thing, like amnesia, if one day one of them is mentally stimulated or used by someone who is proficient in hypnosis, the seal he has placed on these people's memories will be broken, or he will remember it in a dream.