The tooth, Lisso.

That little guy has been hungry for this fragrance for a long time.

As soon as he saw that Luo Yu threw a thigh at it, he immediately pounced and whined, and the puff was destroyed.

Luo Yu saw a little guy the size of a palm, burying his head in the lap of a hare about the size of his body, and his mouth kept writhing.

It's so cute.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I tore off my other thigh and bit it myself.

"Ahh

Before she wanted to bite down, Luo Yu only felt a flash of silver light in front of her, and the speed was so fast that she almost didn't see it clearly.

And I saw the hare leg she was biting, and this side was her mouth.

On the other side, the little silver thing, with a pair of claws grasping the other side, was biting on it, hanging in the air.

Luo Yu and the little one looked at each other.

The little guy's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of unyielding and resolute determination to do his best for the food.

Luo Yu looked at such eyes, and for the first time felt speechless and funny.

I had to let go and give the hare leg in my hand to the little thing.

When the little fellow saw that he had triumphed, he immediately took the hare's leg and began to eat it.

Deboning, demeating, that speed is called a fast.

Luo Yu chuckled silently, and let the best part of the hare's body be given to the little guy, only reaching out to take the hare's body.

It took her hand to move.

The little creature suddenly burst out and jumped on the back of Luo Yu's hand.

Towards the hare meat is two mouthfuls of spit, spit out two mouthfuls of saliva.

Then he turned his head and raised his little head to look at the falling feathers.

Luo Yu was stunned and lowered her head to look at the little guy who was looking at her.

The little black eyes were full of pride.

It looks like her brother Luo Li's guy when she was a child, and if she can't grab her, she spits on something delicious.

Then it belongs to him.

It's ......

Luo Yu wanted to collapse his face, but he couldn't hold back.

"Haha......" Qingling's laughter hovered on the top of the mountain, flying up in the breeze.

What a funny little guy.

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The old rule is now 8 shifts every day, around 9 o'clock in the morning, and the time remains the same