Yang Jian discovered Sun Xiaomo's new way of playing.

Who said that a golden hoop rod can only be a cylinder of different thickness, height, and height? Sun Xiaomo has proved with practical actions that as a unique wishful golden hoop stick, her imagination and creative power are endless.

Yang Jian stepped on Sun Xiaomo's transformation into an iron sleigh and slid down the high hillside in the wind.

It feels very refreshing.

Yang Jian showed Sun Xiaomo the first smile ever, he touched Sun Xiaomo, who had turned back into a long stick, and praised: "Not bad." ”

The thin and tall Sun Xiaomo looked down at the juvenile version of the male god, turned his head silently and sighed, boy, hurry up and develop.

Thanks to Sun Xiaomo, a magic weapon, one person and one stick arrived at the accident site faster than expected, and from a distance, he saw two fierce ...... fighting together in the rolling dark clouds Uh, beast.

Sun Xiaomo silently looked at the two who made such a big noise, one was a red bear, with a bloody mouth and a hideous face, this was normal and completely expected, but the other one, she turned her head to look at Yang Jian, who was also speechless: That's a little milk dog, right?

There is an ominous cold and cold aura on the red bear, it has one eye bleeding, roaring angrily, describing it scary, it can be seen that it is very strong, the little milk dog is not its opponent at all, but it is relying on the red bear to be injured, and he is small and flexible to avoid the red bear's attacks again and again, Rao is so, the little milk dog is also in danger, there is more than one opening on the body, and if it continues, it will not be long before I am afraid that I will die under the claws of the red bear.

Yang Jian squinted his eyes and pulled out the Immortal Sword, the breath of the Immortal Sword startled the two in the battle, and a cold male voice came out: "If you don't want me to chase you down in the future, don't be nosy!" ”

Oops, this bear is so good!

Yang Jian's attitude was as calm as a leisurely stroll, a smile on the corner of his mouth, like mockery, like contempt, his starry eyes flashed with a sharp cold light, and his robe and hair flew in the wind generated by the fight, but he himself did not move.

"In my Yuquan Mountain, you dare to speak wildly, you are the first." Yang Jian let go of his hand, the sword of cutting immortals hung in front of him, there was no anger on his face, behind the calm and steady was the pride and confidence of the young man, his tone was noble and cold, but he was not arrogant, word by word, and stated unhurriedly, "You are not wronged to die under the sword of the master." Go! ”

Whether it is a demon or a fairy, there is no one who is not afraid of the sword of slashing immortals, being injured by other divine soldiers, at most the vitality of the body is damaged, but the sword of slashing immortals is not only injured by the body, but also the soul!

Weapons know weapons best, and you will know if there is a sword as soon as it comes out.

This red bear is really worthy of the title of "bear", I don't know where the lonely and unheard of stupid country bear, I must not have heard of the prestige of the sword of slashing immortals, and I must not know whose territory is Yuquan Mountain, and I have the audacity to fight with the sword with my claws.

Seeing the claws that were cut off by a sword, Sun Xiaomo hurt for it.

After suffering a big loss, the red bear obviously knew the power of the Cutting Immortal Sword, and roared loudly, no longer daring to make direct contact with the Cutting Immortal Sword, the wolf dodged, and the little milk dog took advantage of its time to jump out of the battle circle, and ran to Yang Jian's side smartly.

Sun Xiaomo observed up close, and found that this little milk dog was quite cute, with a round little body, big black eyes, two triangular ears erected in spirit, and a wet little nose.

Even though his body was covered in blood from multiple injuries, the little milk dog still struggled to stand, looking at the big red bear in mid-air, purring threatening sounds in his throat, and grinning fiercely.

The red bear was defeated by Yang Jian's sword of slashing immortals, and it was about to be slashed under the sword, a cloud of black mist came out of its body, and the sword of slashing immortals said that the body of the black bear was divided into two, catching up with the black mist that wanted to escape, and brushed a few times, and there was a terrifying cry in the black mist, which disappeared under the sword of slashing immortals!

Yang Jian frowned: "Snatching away? ”

He took back the sword of slashing immortals, thought for a moment and put this matter aside, planning to wait for the master to come back and ask the master, the puppy saw that the enemy was dead, and he no longer had the strength, so he fell to the ground and did not move.

Yang Jian lifted his robe, squatted down and poked it on the puppy's soft belly, the puppy snorted twice, opened his eyes, and saw that it was Yang Jian, so he turned his head and licked Yang Jian's fingers, Yang Jian shook his hand in disgust, stood up and said to Sun Xiaomo: "Take it, let's go back." ”

If Sun Xiaomo could speak, he would saliva! Of course, she couldn't speak, so she poked Yang Jian without saying a word, Yang Jian seemed to have eyes behind him, and he flew to the side lightly, avoiding the sneak attack behind him, but he didn't guard against the secret plan under his feet, and with a poof, the beautiful young man lay on the ground in a big shape with a shocked face like a butterfly.

Sun Xiaomo jumped up and down in front of Yang Jian's head and drew a villain's smiling face, and then the first half turned into a dustpan, shoveled the little milk dog inside, and turned into a roller in the second half, rolling away.

Yang Jian: "......"

The puppy's injuries were all flesh wounds, and a pill was solved, and Yang Jian threw it into the water and let it wash itself before allowing it to enter the Jinxia Cave.

Gengchen came back earlier than Yuding Zhenren, and saw that Yang Jian actually picked up a puppy and came back to watch, after learning what happened from Yang Jian's mouth, Gengchen's expression was different, and he went out and came back, and said to Yang Jian: "It's floating." ”

Sun Xiaomo rubbed over to listen to the gossip.

Yang Jian glanced at her coldly, his face was very bad, Gengchen observed his words, and then looked at Sun Xiaomo, who was exuding a familiar and atmosphere next to him, and realized it, and looked at Yang Jian sympathetically: "Erlang, are you being bullied again?" ”

Yang Jian's knife eyes were like scraping the bones of the cold wind, looking where and where it froze into ice, the puppy shivered away a little, and trembled closer, just like a masochist, the fighter among the loyal dogs, referring to it.

I can't believe it's the legendary majestic Howling Dog.

Sun Xiaomo has long been accustomed to repeated disillusionment, so she pointed to Brother Monkey who had not yet been born.

"What floating?" Yang Jian made a straight face and poked the puppy hard, the puppy didn't dare to resist, and obediently fell on all fours, and then stood up and ran to Yang Jian's side with a hum, Yang Jian's face eased a little, the corners of his mouth were also dyed with the usual smile, scratched the puppy's chin, and when the little guy squinted comfortably to enjoy it, he poked the puppy on all fours again.

The puppy was teary-eyed and still didn't dare to resist.

Sun Xiaomo finally understood why the animals who returned to Yang Jian and went out of Yuquan Mountain avoided him, and they must have been bullied like this often in the past seven years.

Gengchen looked at Yang Jian's same bad hobbies as when he was a child, and always seemed to be careless and lazy, with a somewhat sincere soft smile on his face, when Yang Jian raised his head, he quietly withdrew his gaze, and generally took Sun Xiaomo in his hand to play with it, Sun Xiaomo pouted, and let him go.

Gengchen bent his fingers and knocked on the golden hoop stick: "Floating, one of the two generals under the Gonggong, was killed by me a hundred years ago, maybe it was too much resentment, and he couldn't be reincarnated, and he had to rely on the seizure to survive, and now he was killed by the Zhuxian Sword, and his soul has been scattered, what is the remaining grievance...... No worries. But this little thing, how did it provoke the floating? Gengchen also wanted to learn from Yang Jian to tease the puppy, Yang Jian quickly hugged the puppy over, and looked at Gengchen expressionlessly, "It has recognized the master, and it will be my dog in the future, no one else can touch it except me, otherwise it will be bitten, do you want to try?" ”

In the face of the puppy's stupid little face that is not threatening, Gengchen really finds it difficult to take the threat of "it will bite you" seriously, but what Yang Jian said can't help but take seriously.

It must have been that he had just told the truth and made him hold a grudge, Geng Chen absentmindedly played with the golden hoop stick, peeked at Yang Jian, and pouted, isn't it just that he was bullied by a stick three times and twice, anyway, it is the magic weapon of a saint, and there is nothing to be ashamed of if he suffers a little loss.

It's really getting more and more face-saving, how cute it was when I was a child, cut.

"By the way, did you name it?" Gengchen suddenly remembered and pointed to the puppy, "Do you want me to help you think of one?" Dog eggs, iron eggs, you choose one. ”

Yang Jian pinched the puppy with teary eyes, glanced at Geng Chen, and didn't say a word, but Geng Chen felt that he was deeply despised, he scratched his chin, and thought inexplicably, this is how the folk name dogs, just a dog, is it possible to take names like "Yang Jian", "Gengchen" and "Haotian"?

Yang Jian retracted his gaze, glanced at the puppy, smiled lightly, and couldn't hide his pride in his tone: "My Yang Jian's favorite dog, how can it be mortal, I am its owner, the name is naturally taken by me, the name I give it will never insult it, and it must also be worthy of the name I give it." ”

Geng Chen asked curiously, "What is it?" ”

Yang Jian's eyes were only cold, the smile on the corner of his mouth was also full of sharp ridicule and mockery, his demeanor was indescribably arrogant and cold, his red lips opened slightly, and he spit out those three words loudly:

"Howling Dog!"