Huahua didn't expect that the little wonton was already lame on one leg, but she could still be so agile, so she couldn't help but stand in place and was stunned for a moment.

While it was stunned, the little wonton slammed into its waist.

Flowey stumbled after being hit by it.

Then she saw angrily that this girl was pretending to be lame!

It's so damning! He actually pretended to be lame to win the sympathy of the ink marks! What's the difference between this and a scammer?

It's just green tea dregs in dogs!

Hua Hua's eyes were almost red, and the two claws and claws were extremely irritated on the ground twice, "Wang! The ground barked violently.

Then it immediately pounced on the ravioli.

This pounce used ten out of ten force, without the slightest mercy.

The little wonton was about to dodge, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of the ink mark coming out of the house.

It immediately stopped hiding, and lay on its ground trembling all over, as if it was terrified.

Then Flowey rushed up and bit its lame leg.

It hurts!

It hurts!

The little wonton shuddered, and tears immediately rolled in her eyes - this time it was not pretended.

This flower is so ruthless that it almost wants to bite off its leg bones.

It's simply the most poisonous heart!

After Huahua finished biting, she immediately planned to make a spin and avoid the side.

It thought that the little wonton would bite back, but who knew that the little wonton was just lying on the spot, trembling its little body, looking like a little pitiful being bullied, motionless.

Huahua faintly felt that something was wrong.

But she wasn't going to think too much about it - after all, the little lame was about to snatch her sweetheart of the male god - Inkmarks.

Now that you can take a bite, it's best to bite both hind legs of this little stray dog!

When they all bite and lame, the little wonton can only drag its hind legs and crawl on the ground.

It doesn't believe it, when the time comes, this little will become that down-and-out, and the ink marks will continue to look at it?

Flowey grinded her teeth hard.

For a moment, it even thought she was a she-wolf, a she-wolf who was determined to kill and ruthless, and could make her enemies kill in one move.

The blood of ancestors flowed in its veins.

It crouched slightly, ready to launch a second attack on the little ravioli.

However, just as Huahua's body had just jumped into the air, a force suddenly struck in an oblique direction.

Huahua couldn't help herself, and she was hit by this force and changed direction, and fell the grass on the side.

It rolled on the ground a few times before it shook its head and stood up, shaking the blades of grass stuck to its head.

Then Flowey raised her head and was stunned.

Ink marks rushed over at some point, blocking in front of the little wonton, and covering the little wonton tightly with its body.

It faced Huahua, its eyes were extremely cold, and there was even a faint hint of murderous intent.

It was a look that Flowey had never seen before.

It's not just the dog's eyes protecting a weakened companion.

More like ...... The eyes of a husband protecting his wife and children.

Realizing this, Flowey's heart was shocked.

Then it looked up and watched as the ink mark silently licked the snow-white teeth with the tip of its tongue.

This is a silent threat, but also a forbearant warning: don't get close to the little wonton, and don't continue to hurt the little wonton!

The little wonton hid behind the ink marks and cried.

It held back the tears the size of the bean, held them in the eye sockets and did not fall out, and then looked at its "lame" leg from time to time.

Woooooooooooooooo

When Moji saw this little wonton like this, he only felt that his heart was about to break.

It's all to blame, what kind of dog food did you go into the house to get? The little wonton is now lame on one leg, so it is naturally easy to be bullied.

It should have been by the side of the little wonton to protect it!

Thinking of the ruthlessness with which Huahua bit the little wonton just now, Moji's eyes staring at Huahua became more and more cold.

Finally, under the pressure of this look, Huahua retreated little by little, and finally screamed mournfully, clipped her tail like a lost dog, and slipped away against the root of the wall.

The little ravioli was still shivering.

Inkmark covered it under him, and licked the little wonton's forehead comfortingly—the little wonton's forehead was wet, and it was the dew from the blades of grass that had just come all the way from the garden.

It's coming for itself!

Apart from its owner, the only protector that the little wonton can rely on is itself.

When Moji thought of this, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and a complicated taste that he had never felt before came to his heart.

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

Don't be afraid, I'll never let another dog bully you.

It lowered its head, gently and distressedly licking the lame leg of the little ravioli, not disgusted at all by the grass and wood ashes on it.

The little wonton snorted and chirped, and suddenly retracted his legs very reservedly.

Then it got up with a cold face, and limped out of the yard as if it were crippled.

Inkmark didn't know where it was going, so he instinctively chased after it and stopped in front of the little ravioli.

The little wonton lowered his eyes, didn't look at the ink marks at all, bypassed the ink marks, and still walked outside the yard.

Don't stop me, I'm going back to shoveling.

You courtyard, I don't want to come again!

Ink Marks stopped a few times, but he didn't stop the little wonton - it didn't have the slightest doubt that the lame leg of the little wonton could last so long?

Then, Mo Ji saw that Xiao Wonton's eyes showed a slight annoyance.

Let me go!!

The little wonton walked in front, and the ink mark followed helplessly, and between the front and back doors, the two little eunuchs who were guarding the door saw that Ning Gege's pet dog was actually going to abduct the fourth elder brother's favorite male dog, so they quickly reached out and hugged the ink mark tightly.

The little wonton glanced back at the ink marks, and a tear suddenly popped out of the dog's eyes.

The puppy's heart twitched instantly.

It watched as the little wonton stepped into the darkness of the back garden.

……

In the early morning of the next day, that is, at three or four o'clock, the fourth elder brother had already gotten up.

Ning Ying slept soundly.

The fourth elder brother was waited on by the minions, dressed silently, and looked back at Ning Ying, who was sleeping.

Sakura has always liked to grab the quilt when she sleeps.

When she was just waiting for him, she barely managed to sleep.

But later, as the relationship between the two became closer and closer, there were more and more opportunities to get along.

He couldn't help but laugh and gradually discovered her fetish!

Even snatching the quilt is nothing - it doesn't hurt in spring, summer and autumn, but when it comes to winter, it's a big deal to have a quilt for one person.

But after a few times, Ning Ying was very sad and said that the two quilts were like separating the two people.

No kisses!

And she's still very cold, and it's useless to burn any number of warm pots.

The fourth elder brother began to listen, laughing while listening, and wanted to laugh at her childishness.

As a result, Ning Ying's face was serious, and her eyes were red as she spoke.

It's so sad! (｡ •́︿•̀｡ )

He couldn't laugh or cry.

What to do? The woman who hurts out of herself - knowing that she is coquettish.

It can only be petted!