Ancha has no contract company and no agent, so her whereabouts are still a mystery in the eyes of those fans.

Ancha comforted herself so much.

Before leaving, he glanced at Lu Ling, who was surrounded by fans, and suddenly felt that it was not a good thing to have so many fans.

As soon as she got home, Ancha's suitcase took on a strange posture and kept beating.

Only then did she remember that the king was still in the suitcase.

Ancha originally wanted to send Dawang to the consignment.

But the king insisted on not being with what he called the "low-level animals".

And I have to endure the unspeakable smell, and I would rather nest in a cramped suitcase than check it in.

Ancha can't help it, just follow it.

Of course, Ancha couldn't let the king stay in it as a dog, but let the king continue to mimic a smaller animal.

Seeing the king who had recovered his dog body lying half-dead on the ground pretending to be weak, An Cha squatted down and touched the king's head very gently.

The king jumped up with a "bang", and instantly left Ancha more than ten meters away, looking at Ancha with an incredibly vigilant face.

Although no expression can be seen from the king's dog face.

"Woman, what are you going to do?!" The king knew Ancha's gender from the beginning, after all, Ancha's spiritual power has always been lower than that of the king.

"King, let's discuss something!" The expression on An Cha's face is very gentle, if you take a random picture and put it on Weibo, you can be because of the rhythm of the hot search on your face every minute.

"You tell me what is going on first, and I'll think about it later." As he spoke, the king stole a glance at the half-opened and closed translucent glass door next to him, and stood upright on his back legs in the form of a dog, tiptoeing in the direction of the balcony.

Ancha saw the king's intentions, and did not intend to stop it, but slowly walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, picked up a few apples and tossed them in his hand.

"You see, you've eaten more than twenty of my Thousand Spice Bamboo Fruits, so now I have no more fruits."

"And then?" The king propped up his hind legs and continued to move a few meters in the direction of the balcony.

"You shouldn't pay me?"

"Huh! Lose you a big head! Bichi! And the face said that the Thousand Spice Bamboo Fruit is yours? It's obviously Lao Tzu's good!

You are a weak chicken human, if it weren't for the fact that this king needs you to help me refine those few fruits, do you think this king will stay by your side as a spiritual pet?

Tell you, this king doesn't want to play with you anymore, weak chicken human! ”

The king occasionally plays there with Ancha's mobile phone, and he sees too many scolding words at his fingertips.

After finishing speaking, the dog's paws kicked the ground hard, and his whole body flew backwards as if he had been kicked by someone, while mockingly holding up the dog's paws at Ancha.

Ancha just looked at the king with a smile, put down the fruit very leisurely, and peeled a banana to eat.

And the king flying in the air looked at An Cha's expression, and for a moment there was a sense of foreboding.

Sure enough, the next second......

"Bang"

An Cha smiled at the king who was still raising his paws at her one second, and slid down against the glass door the next second.

"Tut-tut." Throwing away the banana peel in his hand, Ancha walked over to look at the king lying on the ground and walked around it twice.

"As for me, although the level of spiritual power is not as high as yours, I use it, especially these ordinary small techniques. Tsk, you said you, isn't it good to follow Uncle Ben and me to eat fragrant and drink spicy? ”

The king continued to lie down......