Chapter 82: It's up to him
Tang Muyan let out an exclamation: "Ah! My eyes! ”
The expected pain of being blinded in the eyeballs did not come, but a cold eyebrow.
Tang Muyan trembled and stretched out his hand to catch more than a dozen black eyebrows.
He......
After becoming a bald lady, he became a tragic eyebrowless hero.
The people around him, seeing this situation, all wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and endured it very hard. Those who endure a little better only look away slightly; The endurance was almost a little stronger, and his shoulders shrugged and shrugged out of his internal injuries.
Zi Qianmo was very satisfied with his masterpiece.
She didn't take Tang Muyan's life.
It's because she can feel that Mo Yan has a hatred for this Tang Muyan, since it is Mo Yan's cause and effect, let him end it himself. She does more, but not well.
So—
Zi Qianmo left Tang Muyan's head, turned around and leaned towards Mo Yan's side, and with a leap of his body, his little paws firmly hooked the front of Mo Yan's dark straight robe, like a hair ball, hanging on his chest, raising his head, looking at him with eyes as light as glass.
We finally met successfully.
It's not easy!
Before and after, she ran around for more than five days, encountered danger many times, and was recognized as a demon.
Mo Yan bowed his head.
With a cold gaze, he stared at the hair dumplings hanging on him. White, small, horned, short-clawed, a bit like a lamb, but not quite like it.
Also, if you can slap Tang Muyan on the ground with one paw and kneel and can't get up, how can it be an ordinary little white sheep.
"Go down."
He is not in the habit of being close to small animals.
What's more, this product, which looks soft and harmless, is actually very lethal.
Unknown creatures, unknown attributes, unknown origins, unknown purposes. So, not to be trusted.
Zi Qianmo: "......"
A grievance welled up in my heart.
This demon crossed thousands of rivers and mountains, and it took a lot of hard work to find you, and you actually asked me to "go down"?
Not really!
The little white paw clung to his clothes more and more.
Because of facial paralysis, even if she is full of inner drama and complaining, she is still expressionless on the surface, with a cold face and squinting eyes.
Mo Yan noticed the movement of her paws and couldn't help frowning.
Of course, he was wearing a mask at this moment, and no one else could see that he was frowning.
"Go down. I know you understand. ”
He repeated it again.
The voice is very unkind.
Zi Qianmo looked away, his expression stiff. I don't understand what you're saying.
Mo Yan: "......"
Is this up to him?
I don't really understand what this white ball thinks.
He has never been the type to attract animals, even if a kitten or a puppy sees him, they will immediately blow up their fur and retreat in horror, as if there is a monster hidden in his body.
The people who besieged Mo Yan before were originally afraid of his strength, but now that they saw him with that weird white ball, they were even more afraid, and they retreated one after another, their faces as white as earth.
If Mo Yan was just a lone ranger, they still had a chance, but if he joined forces with that white ball, it would be very bad.
"Ghost-faced Evil Luo, you raised this white ball?"
There was a bold one who asked.
Mo Yan denied it without thinking: "No." ”
Zi Qianmo was unhappy, and he had a little emotion in his heart, why, this demon is Bai Ze, this demon chose you, do you dare to dislike me?