Thinking that she has practiced to ten levels, this light skill is more than a thousand miles in an instant.

But he never got rid of this little guy.

It chased after it all the way, and it seemed that there was still strength left.

What kind of breed is this little guy?

It's amazing.

The night was flying, and the slightest starlight was sprinkled from the sky, like that naughty eye, twinkling and twinkling.

At the top of Wushan, the wind passed through the treetops, and there was a rustling sound.

The breeze and the moon are bright, and the scenery is good.

In this night, Luo Yu leaned on a stone, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and slowly ate the yam root in his hand.

Today, she doesn't barbecue meat to see what the little one eats.

She couldn't cure it yet.

Little by little, the night began to thicken, and the night began to fall silent.

It's long past the time to start dinner.

The little fellow, who was hiding in the woods, seemed to be very hungry and impatient, and kept making some noises to signal that it had come. Hurry up and make it something to eat.

Luo Yu listened to all these voices in his ears, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter.

But the more slowly they eat yam roots, human beings, who don't eat barbecue for a day, don't starve to death.

After making a sound for a long time, the little guy saw that Luo Yu just didn't move, and couldn't help but be able to control it anymore, and rushed out of the woods with a whoosh and landed in front of Luo Yu.

Waving his little paws, he chirped at the falling feathers.

The little eyes bulged, the little mouth was raised high, and the two paws kept waving, looking like a little child was shouting: "Eat, eat, I want to eat, cook for me." ”

That little touch looks so cute.

The smile in Luo Yu's eyes was even stronger when he saw this.

But he still ignored it, and reached straight out to take out a yam from the medicine that was almost full, and continued to gnaw.

He said slowly, "I'll eat this tonight." ”

I don't understand, the little guy can't understand it.

Watching Luo Yu take out the yam and continue to gnaw, the little guy was angry.

A leap leaped to the arm of the fallen feather, and Bai Sensen's teeth were one.

I saw that the white little teeth passed, and the yam in Luo Yu's hand was wiped out into the stomach by the little guy at a rather violent speed.