Ming Yulong was angry in his heart, his left hand clenched into a fist, and he hammered down towards the arch group.

She hammers, it runs.

She pounds the left, and it runs to the right.

She hammers the right, and it runs on top.

It's like playing whack-a-mole, but you can't beat this cunning fat cat.

From time to time, you can still hear it meowing arrogantly, just a mortal, and it also wants to hit this divine beast, it's too self-conscious!

Ming Yulong hammered several times, the hammer hurt, and before he could hit a small yellow hair on the buckle, he was suddenly annoyed, withdrew his left hand, and said to Rong Yi with a calm smile:

"Hurry up and hand it over, or I'll have a snack spray - you have a snack!"

Hearing this, Feng'er's eyes widened, "Miss, how can you spray some heart foam on Rong Shizi's face?" "That's the most noble and elegant Rong Shizi in Tianyuan!

Ming Yulong glanced at her and pointed to his face covered with yellow sesame seeds, "Why can't you spray, who let his pet do such a bad thing?"

If a dog bites someone, the owner has to pay for the injury, I just need him to hand over the fat cat and let me be angry! ”

"It's my pet, I'm responsible, you squirt." Rong Yi closed his eyes, he wanted to see if she could really do such a cruel thing to him.

Ming Yulong looked at his stunning face, took a bite of the snack, chewed and chewed, bit and bite, opened his mouth, and closed it again.

That complicated expression made Feng'er nervous for her, for fear that she would really squirt out like this

Rong Shizi became like that, Feng'er didn't even dare to think about it.

Fortunately, after eating a piece of snack, Ming Yulong couldn't bear to take a bite to that face, so he could only comfort himself, and no one could bear to do such a thing when he saw Rong Yi's god-like face.

After taking another sip of water in anger, he said angrily: "Either hand it over, or don't enter my house again in the future!" ”

Hearing this, Rong Yi opened her eyes and saw her face with osmanthus yellow dim sum crumbs, and the powder was still falling down when she spoke, the smile on her lips was happy and relaxed, and her fingers were fished into her sleeves.

A certain tender yellow hairball was carried in the hands of its noble master, and betrayed it with a very serious attitude,

"Since it has done such a bad thing, let it be left to you."

Poor Buckle meows in mid-air, a pair of turquoise eyes wide open, and four paws struggle desperately in mid-air.

Meow, master, you can't be so ruthless and sell me to this flat-chested girl!

Rong Yi smiled, for the sake of the master's lifelong happiness, you should sacrifice your ego occasionally.

Ming Yulong squinted, raised her little eyebrows, and her voice treacherously seemed to be deceiving the strange aunt of the little pot friend in the kindergarten, and said softly towards the buckle:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm a good person, I'm really a good person oh hehehe"

After a while, I heard a miserable cat meow from Linglong Curie, and then a tender yellow shadow flew out of the window, squatting in front of the flower bed and making a terrible vomiting sound

Poor Buckle was "gently" poured down by a good person, and she should have drunk the extremely bitter Chinese medicine

This proves that dealing with foodies and giving them the most hated food is more uncomfortable than beating them.