Suddenly, a warm body rushed into his arms, making Zhengji stiffen slightly, and lowered his head to look at Hu Yu buried in his arms, a trace of tenderness appeared on Zhengji's face, and he lowered his head and kissed Hu Yu's delicate lips.

Hu Yu was stunned suddenly, a hint of surprise flashed in Peach Blossom's eyes, if she remembered correctly, this was the first time that Zhengji took the initiative to kiss her!

Thinking of this, her heart suddenly beat violently, her face turned red all of a sudden, and she hugged Masaki hard to respond to his enthusiasm.

In the evening, Masanori returned to the manor, and as soon as he entered the gate, a white shadow rushed over.

"White Lion! are you still used to staying?" Masaki hugged the white lion that pounced on him, smiled and patted its big head, and before he returned, he flew the white lion back by plane.

The white lion snorted, rubbed Masaki's clothes, and stuck out his tongue.

Zhengji saw the white lion stick out his tongue, touch the white lion's hair, feel wet, and know that it must not be used to it, the white lion's white hair is not white, although it is also winter in the interior now, but compared with the environment of the Tibetan Snow Mountain, which is often minus thirty or forty degrees, it is still too hot here.

"Bear with me, in a few days, I'll build you an ice storehouse, and then I'll give you a haircut," Masaki patted the white lion's hair and thought about it.

The white lion shook his head and looked at Zhengji, as if he understood, and suddenly let out a howl, which shook the four fields, and it was really like a lion, which made people's hearts tremble.

The doorman in the manor looked at this scene in awe, when the white lion first arrived home, they all seemed to see a monster, and they couldn't wait to walk around the road, after all, the Tibetan mastiff is famous, and this one is said to belong to the political discipline, and it is a rare snow mastiff the size of a cow, which feels one size bigger than the lion, and it is daunting just to look at.

And at this moment, this fierce beast is as well-behaved as a kitten in the arms of Zhengji, I really don't know how Zhengji tamed it.

"Mr. Masa, Mr. Masaki, your dog, will it bite? Why don't you keep it on a leash? We're really scared," said the fifty or sixty-year-old gardener who was tidying up the garden, and the others nodded in agreement.

"Sister-in-law Liu, Uncle Wang, don't be afraid, as long as you don't have bad intentions, the white lion will not bite, this is blessed by the living Buddha, you can rest assured," Zhengji understood their fear, but where was he willing to tie up the white lion and bring it back from the snow mountain, it already made him feel a little guilty, and then restricted the white lion's freedom, it was impossible, and he knew that after his communication with the white lion, it would never hurt people for no reason, and at this time he could only move out of the living Buddha to give everyone psychological comfort.

"Has the Living Buddha blessed it?" Uncle Liu's expression softened a little when he heard this, no matter what happened, it would make them feel better after some myths.

"If you don't believe it, Uncle Liu, come and touch it," Zhengji knew that there was no evidence, so he could only move out of the last killer move.

Ten minutes later, the doorman and gardener in the courtyard all looked at the white lion with their tongues stuck out excitedly, and looked at their palms in disbelief, it was hard to imagine that they had really come into close contact with this Tibetan mastiff the size of a cow!

After confirming that the white lion does not hurt people, everyone's hearts are also relaxed, originally, they are also worried about work, for fear of being bitten by this lion-like snow mastiff, now it seems that they feel a little cute, especially the security guards who have retired from the special forces, they like to mess with the white lion, and men always have a special relationship for creatures like beasts.

Suddenly, there was a roar of cars outside the door, and a Hummer stopped at the door of the Masaki Manor, followed by a hearty voice.

"Zhengji! When you kid comes back, you won't say that you're going to drink with me! Then I can only come to your local tyrant's house to fight the local tyrant", Song Liang and a man and a woman got out of the car, and saw Zhengji standing in the courtyard at a glance, and shouted loudly.

"Okay, I'm just waiting for you to come, I just came back," Zhengji stepped forward with a smile, Song Liang gave him a punch in the chest and turned around to let Song Yu and Ding Lei behind him.

"Stinky boy, leave my sister behind and take care of your own charity party, Xiaoyu has said a lot of bad things about you, tell me, how are you going to be punished?" Song Liang looked at Zhengji provocatively, but the smile on the corner of his mouth betrayed him, although he didn't know what method Zhengji used, but he was the real Mount Everest and saved his sister's life.

"Yes, Xiaoyu, if you really say that, I'm really sad", Masaki also looked at Song Yu in surprise.

"What's the matter, just listen to my brother's nonsense," Song Yu's face flushed, and Song Liang complained.

"Damn! something!" Suddenly, a white shadow the size of a cow rushed over, making Song Liang suddenly retreat in fright, and let out an exclamation, but saw the white shadow running to his sister's side, rubbing.

"White Lion, you still remember me, I haven't seen you for a long time," Song Yu's bell-like laughter sounded, squatting down and stroking the white lion's head.

"Brother Song, isn't it, being scared like this by a dog?" Of course, Zhengji would not let go of the opportunity to tease Song Liang, and joked with a smile.

"Obediently, this is a dog? This is bigger than a lion, this is the snow mastiff that Xiao Yu told me about you brought back from the snowy mountain?" Song Liang, who came back to his senses, saw the strong white lion on the ground, his eyes lit up, and he sighed with curiosity.

"Zhengji, how many catties is this dog?" Ding Lei on the side also asked with interest as he looked at the white lion lying there with great interest.

"I haven't measured it, it's probably four or five hundred catties," Masaki shook his head and said.

"If you don't say that your kid has a good life, even if you go to Tibet, you can turn back such a rare snow mastiff, how about it, borrow me to play for two days? Chen Tao raised a ghost-faced mastiff and showed off in front of me every day, I see what arrogance he has when he sees you", the more Song Liang looked at the white lion, the more he felt that this Tibetan mastiff was vigorous, and he couldn't help but say.

"I'm okay, if it's willing to go with you," Masaki said with a smile as he shrugged his shoulders and smiled, having never considered a white lion his pet.

"Really?" Song Liang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he immediately returned to the car, took out a piece of military beef from the trunk, tore it open and shook it in front of the white lion.

"Come, be obedient, give you beef and go out with me," Song Liang slowly handed the beef in his hand to the white lion.

However, who expected that the white lion just glanced at him obliquely, he didn't even bother to twist his face, and even ignored the beef in his hand, as if he had changed to a vegetarian diet, and was impatient by Song Liang, and roared at Song Liang with a "roar", but he didn't move, and lay on the ground, sticking out his tongue.

"Oops," the white lion roared, Song Liang hurriedly took two steps back, and the beef in his hand also fell to the ground, he could even feel the heat in the white lion's mouth just now, which made him a little afraid.

"It's weird, Zhengji, is your white lion sick? You don't even eat meat?" Song Liang steadied his mind, I have to say that the deterrent power of the white lion is still very strong, and he is sweating all over his back.

"Who said that you are sick, don't you think this is eating?" Zhengji threw out a piece of beef with blood in his hand, and the white lion jumped up suddenly, bit the steak in one bite, and swallowed it in his stomach in three times and two times, and Song Liang was stunned for a moment.

"Brother, don't waste your efforts, the white lion doesn't listen to anyone except Zhengji's words, and you can only eat if you eat Zhengji, not to mention, people don't eat cooked, only eat raw", Song Yu watched her brother eat deflated, and couldn't help but remind that she had stayed in Lhasa and Zhengji for a while, and she had already seen the white lion's humanity and characteristics.

"Also, brother, don't think about pulling others to compare, in Tibet, the status of the white lion is comparable to that of a living Buddha, and it is the patron saint of the snow-capped mountains, so you will die of this heart", Song Yu continued, completely dispelling Song Liang's thoughts.

"If you have time, we will also go with you again, maybe we can meet a snow mastiff, and I will raise one", Ding Lei, who was silently observing the white lion, said, it can be seen that he really likes the white lion.

Zhengji nodded, but he understood in his heart that like a white lion, just one was already a rare opportunity, and the chances of another one were pitiful.

A few people chatted for a while, had dinner at Zhengji's house, and listened to Zhengji talk about what he saw and heard in Hoh Xili, Ding Lei and Song Liang were both emotional, and when they heard about Wang Zhaozhong, the straight-tempered Ding Lei was even more furious, bluntly saying that he was too cheap for an indefinite period, and he had no choice but to shoot this beast with a beast's face and heart right now.

Zhengji shook his head, Wang Zhaozhong is now, in fact, it is more uncomfortable to live than to die, his punishment of Wang Zhaozhong is not just as simple as being in prison, every night, Wang Zhaozhong will be tortured by his illusions, and nightmares are repeated, all of which are related to Hoh Xili, until later I heard that in less than a year, Wang Zhaozhong went crazy.

"The old man is in good health", Zhengji and Song Liang and Ding Lei sat on the terrace, each carrying a bottle of beer in his hand, looking at the starry sky and chatting with each other.

"It's good, when people get old, sometimes they become nagging, and they often talk about things that are fine, which makes me a little uncomfortable, as if, as if it is conveying the aftermath", Song Liang scratched his head, and said with a complicated look in his eyes.

"The old man, whether it is the founding father or the old man, it is the same, and so is the old man of my family, who can't wait to instill all his thoughts into the younger generations," Ding Lei also took a sip of wine.

"Alas, there is an old man in the family, if there is a treasure, especially in a family like yours, even more so," Zhengji silently took a sip of wine, mentioning the old man, he also missed the grandmother at home.