Zhang Shiyi pointed his nose and scolded the street, making the face of the roaring dog red and white.

But with Xing Daorong here, his weak body can't make any waves.

"Boss."

Just when a man and a dog stared at each other, Xuanzi ran over panting.

"How?"

"Let her run away!"

Looking at Xuanzi's unwilling eyes and scars all over his body, Zhang Shiyi was also distressed.

"Run, run, kill her sooner or later, you'll be fine."

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