Chapter 872: The Master of the Little Beast
The man in red stepped forward, and almost before he got close to Feng Jiu's side, the whip in his hand was drawn towards Feng Jiu, and at the same time cursed: "What a thing that doesn't have long eyes."
"Huh"
Coldly flicked a whip, Feng Jiu immediately avoided it, looked at the person in red, couldn't help frowning, and opened his mouth very politely.
"Crazy woman, what are you crazy about"
As soon as he heard Feng Jiu's words, the red-clothed man dressed as a man was furious: "The person who hurt me still dares to be arrogant here to see how I clean you up" As soon as the voice fell, while pulling back the whip, the spiritual power surged, and the whip was thrown out again with a bang, and it was pumped towards Feng Jiu's face.
She felt that this young man was three points more beautiful than her as a woman, and he was wearing the same red clothes as her, which was really an eyesore, and coupled with the anger in her heart, she wanted to ruin that handsome and flawless face.
As soon as he heard this, and then looked at the red clothes on the woman's body, Feng Jiu guessed that it was the one who threw money at her, but she didn't expect that the man in red was also a woman dressed as a man, but there were too many flaws in this makeup, and she was feminine, and she could see that it was a woman at a glance.
The whip was thrown out with a thud, and with a slam of spiritual power, the small wooden table was smashed in half and shattered to the ground, startling the couple of the stall to hide behind each other.
Tunyun, who was originally lying on the side, stood up when he saw this scene, the small round ball arched his body slightly like a hedgehog, the hair on his whole body stood up, a pair of bloodthirsty and murderous eyes stared at the arrogant woman in red, and a low howl came out of his mouth, as if coming from his nose and throat, sounding a little like the low roar of a beast.
The gray-clothed middle-aged man who followed from behind glanced at Swallow Cloud, and a touch of surprise crossed his eyes, because he couldn't tell what kind of beast this little pet was. Look at the fluffy hair, like a dog but not like a dog, like a lion but not a lion.
"Dog thing, get out of here"
The woman in red who was avoided by Feng Jiu and didn't hit him was furious, and spread her anger on the grinning Swallow Yun on the side, and whipped it towards it.
"No"
The middle-aged man shouted, preventing her from whipping the whip at the little pet, because he saw the bloodthirsty ferocity in the eyes of the little pet, and that kind of light was clearly the only one that the most ferocious beast had.
He feared that if she whipped the whip at it, it would provoke the little beast's attack, but even though he stopped it, he was still half as slow.
I saw that at the same time as the whip was drawn, the little beast jumped up after a low roar, and its round little body was as agile as a leopard at this moment, and at the same time it leaped up on all four legs, and showed its sharp claws towards the woman.
"Ahh
The woman screamed, her face turned pale and she stepped back violently, but the back of her hand holding the whip was scratched by the claws of the swallowing clouds, and the bones were visible.
When he saw the wound on the back of the woman's hand, the middle-aged man's whole breath became gloomy, and he instantly helped the woman behind him to prevent her from being injured by the little beast for the second time.
The sharp and cold gaze swept over the little beast with grinning teeth and bright claws, stared at the red-clothed young man who was watching the play for a long time, and asked in a gloomy voice: "Your Excellency's little pet is not wanted."
As the owner of the little beast, he didn't stop that scene from happening, but just watched that this young man was indeed very hateful.