Song Yueli picked up a stick from the side of the road, picked up five small stones, and then quickly threw them at the earth dogs at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

"Woohoo."

"Woohoo."

The earth dog wailed, realizing that it was Song Yueli's ghost, and surrounded her with their large number and bullying.

Song Yueli smiled evilly, and slowly took out the dog-beating stick hidden behind her, just to practice marksmanship.

"Woohoo, woohoo!"

There was a big dog in the lead who noticed that something was wrong, and fled with all the younger brothers, and did not forget to turn back to Song Yueli to "speak ruthlessly".

"Hey, don't run, it's a pity."

Song Yueli shook her head regretfully.

He threw away the stick, patted the ash on his hand, and slowly leaned towards the Tibetan mastiff puppy in the corner.

The little thing is thin and small, and in the face of humans who are more dogs than dogs, they look resentful and fearful.

Just when Song Yueli didn't know how to communicate with the little Tibetan mastiff, a middle-aged aunt walked on the side of the road, and her eyes flashed with undisguised look and curiosity.

Where did this fairy beauty come from, isn't it a big star on TV, she looks so good.

The aunt deliberately set it close, and saw that Song Yueli was interested in the black dog in the corner, and reminded with a smile:

"Little girl, this dirty puppy is not allowed to be touched, it was originally bought by the village chief's family from the city for his son to play with. Later, I heard that there was a skin disease that was not well treated, and I often stole chickens to eat, and was beaten and thrown out. ”

Hearing this, Song Yueli's pupils suddenly constricted.

In this way, the injury turned out to be man-made. Not only did the little Tibetan mastiff break its hind legs, but Song Yueli just got closer to see that its fur still had traces of fire, and it was almost impossible to find a good place on its body.

What a damn one! It's still a puppy, and even if it makes a mistake, it won't be abused like this......

Song Yueli took off her coat and wrapped the little Tibetan mastiff tightly with a swish. Maybe it touched the wound, or thought that its life would end in her hands, but it didn't resist, only whispered mourning.

Song Yueli's expression was cold and full of anger, her face was gloomy, and her heart was full of disgust for the village chief's family.

The aunt was slightly startled, looked at Song Yueli's eyes with more caution, and asked:

"Girl, what are you?"

Song Yueli obviously had a delicate and gorgeous face, but at this moment, she smiled so coldly, as if it was cold from the bones to the skin, and there was not even the slightest temperature in the words she spoke:

"I'm sorry you tell me how to get to the village chief's house, I want to buy this puppy."

The aunt raised her hand stiffly, pointed to the front of the road, and said:

"Go down the road, right on the side of the road. The courtyard of the village chief's house is the largest, a small four-story bungalow, and the gate is vermilion. ”

Song Yueli nodded slightly, thanked her aunt, and then walked straight to the village chief's house with the Tibetan mastiff puppy in her arms.

Along the way, Song Yueli walked as smoothly as possible, her fingers gently massaged and soothed on the top of its head, feeling its trembling, and slowing down her walking speed in distress.

Less than 800 meters away, Song Yueli walked for nearly 20 minutes, and the vermilion door was open, which made it convenient for her not to knock on the door.

Song Yueli stood silently at the door, she was wearing simple white short sleeves and jeans, her long hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her face was full of coldness, like a cold wind at night, cold and cold, making it difficult to approach.

The aunt didn't know when she secretly followed again, and when she saw that Song Yueli didn't speak, she kindly shouted for her:

"Village chief, come buy a dog, come out quickly."

In the middle of the ring, a person came out of the small bungalow.

Day.

Song Yueli had never seen such a ...... in her life Scribbled man.

It was a distortion that was indescribable in words, the skin was dark, and the facial features seemed to be dented by someone with a fist, and it was a mess.

The aunt waved her hand to signal the village chief to come over, wanting to say something to Song Yueli, but she felt that it was difficult to speak, so she stood beside Song Yueli without saying anything.

The village chief originally frowned and looked impatient, but when he got closer, his eyes staring at Song Yueli almost fell out.

He swallowed his saliva with a hiss, and asked stupidly:

"Who is this little beauty looking for?"

Song Yueli looked at the man in front of her meaningfully, and said indifferently:

"Buy a dog."

The enthusiastic aunt saw that Song Yueli didn't explain clearly, so she danced and talked about how she saved the black dog that the village chief's son lost, and how she walked carefully along the way, but in summary, she came to buy a dog.

The village chief frowned, only thinking that Aunt He was exaggerating, just a little sick dog, and someone else was a treasure?

At the beginning, he just wanted the Tibetan mastiff to take care of the home, but who knew that that day he was pulled off a handful of hair by his playful son and went crazy and bit his baby son.

If he didn't kill it, he was merciful, and then he threw the Tibetan mastiff to his son to get angry, and then he didn't care.

The village chief looked at Song Yueli suspiciously, and then at the things wrapped in his coat.

Buying a dog? Why, the little girl is very soft-hearted, she looks like a rich person, yes, where do the poor get so much "kindness".

The man's eyes narrowed, not knowing what he was considering.

"Dad, what buy a dog? What dog to buy, I still want to have a dog! ”

There was a fat boy rolling in the distance, that's right, he was so fat that he didn't deserve to be described by walking words, about twelve or thirteen years old, less than one meter tall, almost one meter wide, and really an "authentic" square figure.

The Tibetan mastiff in his arms heard the man's voice and began to writhe violently, and from time to time let out a ferocious roar.

Finding a gap in the light, it took the opportunity to stick its head out, and the blue-faced fangs cried:

"Wang!"

The village chief's son was startled and screamed:

"Ah, how could this damn black dog be here."

That vicious expression seems a bit nondescript at this age.

Song Yueli sneered, her scrutinizing eyes were full of sharpness, and she said sarcastically:

"What I know is to raise a son, and what I don't know is to feed pigs."

Although it was not said to the village chief, it was also a straightforward slap in the face, slamming him in the face, making his cheeks swollen and red, and he was ashamed.

"Poof, the girl really can talk, feed the pigs, hahaha, cough, cough."

The aunt blurted out that she had laughed at his son in front of the village chief, and she was so confused.

The eyes of the little Tibetan mastiff were full of wildness, unwillingness, mixed with hatred, as if he would break free from the restraints and pounce on him to bite him to death in the next second.

The village chief's son turned pale, and shrank behind the village chief in silence, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

After adjusting his emotions, the village chief was not annoyed, returned to the smile he had just now, and said softly:

"You said you were going to buy a dog?"

Song Yueli's eyes when she looked at the village chief were dark and unfathomable, as if they were peeking into all the secrets in his heart.

She said coldly:

"Make a price."

There were a lot of rural women gathered nearby, all of whom came to see the excitement.

When the village chief saw that the fish had been hooked, he immediately pretended to be in pain and said:

"I don't know how much I have to do with this purebred Tibetan mastiff to buy it, the seller gave me a price of 200,000, and now, I lose half of it, how about giving you 100,000?"

In an instant, everyone around was shocked and looked at the village chief's father and son in surprise.

"One hundred thousand!?"

Aunt He, who was beside her, exclaimed even more exaggeratedly.

I thought that the village chief would give it away for free, and besides, it was already very good to give 50 yuan. He NN's, 100,000!? The dead village chief of the shit, cannibalism doesn't spit out bones!

The aunt really couldn't look at it, so she thought she whispered into Song Yueli's ear and said:

"Sister, listen to your aunt, don't be fooled."

Song Yueli was unmoved, rearranged her clothes and wrapped the little Tibetan mastiff, and forcibly pressed it in her arms to prevent it from struggling.

"Deal! It's okay, village chief, spend money to eliminate disasters. ”

As he spoke, Song Yueli's eyes made him creepy.

There is another sentence that Song Yueli did not finish:

It's just that this money ...... You're afraid you're not blessed.