Chapter 64: The Tibetan Mastiff
Xia Yi poured another bucket of oil on the fire that had already burned to his feet.
Zi –
Mu Xing's anger instantly became bigger and bigger because of the nourishment.
The burning made Mu Xing's spirit a little blurred.
"Really?" The corners of Mu Xing's mouth hooked up and sneered.
"Xia Yi, then do you believe me, believe that if I let go now, you will never see the person you are protecting again?" Mu Xing gave the devil's ultimatum.
Feeling Mu Xing's very unstable mood now, Xia Yi settled down, and only then did he look directly at Mu Xing's terrifying black eyes, and found that there had already been an abyss inside, which was extremely terrifying.
"Then you let it go." Xia Yi said calmly.
"Think I don't dare?" Mu Xing's hand loosened.
As Xia Yi's body slid down, she also closed her eyes, as if she didn't care about what happened next.
However, the imaginary pain did not come, and when Xia Yi was about to completely break away from Mu Xing's embrace, Mu Xing hooked Xia Yi's waist and hugged her back.
It seems that I am still reluctant and unbearable......
Mu Xing's anger slowly subsided.
The ...... of the Night Xun It's not certain who will lose or win in the future, so let's wait.
Mu Xing looked at Xia Yi's tightly closed eyes, and played a life and death card in his heart to Ye Xun.
Xia Yi opened his eyes and saw that Mu Xing had recovered, and looked at him quietly to see what he would do next.
Mu Xing narrowed his eyes before he raised his head and looked ahead, and continued to walk out.
Without saying anything all the way, the two arrived at the hospital.
At the same time, Wang Song carried the old man to a villa area.
Why do you say it's on your back?
Because when the old man got out of the taxi, he said that he couldn't walk at all, and Wang Song wouldn't get out of the car if he didn't carry him.
After Wang Song refused, the old man glanced at Wang Song, and began to sing in the car, not at all like a half-disabled old man.
Wang Song was so angry that his teeth itched, and after the driver urged him several times, Wang Song reluctantly sent his solid back up.
"Come up." Wang Song squatted in front of the car door, and his tone was very unfriendly.
After the old man got up, he even blew two loud whistles, and Wang Song was so angry that he staggered.
Unexpectedly, although this old man has bad teeth, his voice is very good, so good that it is like a stick knocked on him to shut up.
In fact, if Wang Song's eyes grew behind and saw the old man lying on his back with a triumphant smile, then Wang Song's chances of making a move would skyrocket.
So why the villa area?
Because the old man said that his family lived in a villa area not far from there, but as a civilian, Wang Song, who had never been to the villa area once, didn't care too much when he reported the location.
Until you get out of the car and see the independent duplex buildings inside, each with its own independent yard, used to grow flowers, pets, and occasionally you can see the license plate on the Porsche or Ferrari parked in front of the gate with "666", "888", "999" and other very chic numbers.
Wang Song's eyes widened, and he felt shocked with every step he took, he swallowed his saliva and turned his head: "Old man, your family...... Where do you live? ”
"How's it going, it's pretty, isn't it?" The old man smiled triumphantly.
"......" Wang Song rolled his eyes.
It's not good to stay in such a luxurious villa area, what are you doing sneaking out?
"It's just ahead, it's almost there." The old man suddenly pointed to a very tall house in front of him, which turned out to be the most imposing and largest building in this villa area!
The design of the house was actually built according to the Bagua Array.
Wang Song turned his head in surprise and wanted to look at the old man to judge whether what he said was true, but he only saw a few scattered white hairs.
"Hurry up, just the little cabin in front of you!" The old man's hand pointed forward excitedly, just poking at the side of Wang Song's face.
Wang Song took a few deep breaths very hard before resisting the urge to throw the old man to the ground and beat him.
"Got it." Wang Song said impatiently before turning his head and searching for the cabin that the old man said.
Seeing a dilapidated log cabin in front of him that was extremely inconsistent with the surrounding painting style, the corners of Wang Song's mouth twitched.
It was indeed a wooden hut, but perhaps because of the wind and rain all year round, the wooden tips had broken and mold grew on the weeds that had been thrown in front of the door.
The roof also had several holes broken.
I don't know what kind of master from outside the world is hiding here, hiding his merit and fame, and writing a legendary "song of the thatched hut broken by the autumn wind".
"Do you live, live here?" Wang Song carried the old man to the door and stared at the small dilapidated house in front of him with a look of disbelief.
"yes, how's that? Awesome, right? The old man may have been lying on Wang Song's warm back for a long time, his body was warm, and his mood became excited, and when he saw his cabin, he couldn't wait for Wang Song to carry himself in.
"Wang-" Just as he was about to step in, a vicious barking came over.
A huge Tibetan mastiff, which could have stood up as tall as a human being, appeared in front of him.
The white and gray coat looked extremely bright, the huge fangs were slightly open, and the two front legs were stretched out, ready for battle, only to swallow the enemy in the next second.
"it!" Wang Song was so frightened that his body stiffened, and he didn't dare to move lightly.