Chapter 82

Tang Muyan let out a exclamation: "ah! My eyes

In anticipation, the pain of blinding the eye did not come, on the contrary, it was a chill on the eyebrow.

Tang Mu Yan trembles to stretch out a hand, caught a dozen black eyebrows.

He

After becoming a bald ladle, he became a great Xia without eyebrows.

Seeing this, all the people around wanted to laugh, but they didn't dare to. They put up with it very hard. Those who are more tolerant just look away slightly; If you have poor endurance, you will have internal injuries with a shrug of your shoulders.

Ziqianmo is very satisfied with his masterpiece.

She didn't take Tang Muyan's life.

It's because she can feel that Mo Yan has a hatred for Tang Muyan. Since it's the cause and effect of Mo Yan, let him end it by himself. She does too much, but it's not good.

So——

Ziqianmo left Tang Muyan's head, turned to Mo Yan's side, and jumped up. His little paws firmly hooked on the front of Mo Yan's black clothes. Like a hairball, he hung on his chest, raised his head, and looked at him with eyes as shallow as glass.

We finally got together.

It's not easy!

Before and after, she ran for more than five days, encountered danger many times, and was recognized as a demon.

Mo Yan bowed his head.

With a kind of cool eyes, watching the hair ball hanging on him. White, small, horned, short clawed, a little like a lamb, but not very much.

Also is, can a claw son take Tang Mu Yan on the ground, kneel not to come, how can be an ordinary small white sheep.

"Go down."

He has no habit of being close to small animals.

What's more, it looks like it's soft and harmless, but in fact it's very lethal.

Unknown creature, unknown attribute, unknown origin, unknown purpose. So, it's not to be trusted.

Ziqianmo

A wave of grievances rose in my heart.

The demon across thousands of rivers and mountains, hard to find you, you even let me "go"?

No!

Little white paw, more and more grasped his clothes.

Because of facial paralysis, even though she had make complaints about her inner drama, she was still expressionless, cold faced and squinted.

Mo Yan noticed the movement of her claws and frowned.

Of course, he's wearing a mask now, and no one can see him frowning.

"Go down. I know you understand. "

He repeated it again.

The voice is very impersonal.

Ziqianmo looked away with a stiff expression. I can't understand what you said.

Mo Yan

Is it on him?

I don't quite understand what this white ball thinks.

He has never been a favorite type of animal, even if the cat and dog see him, will immediately blow hair, scared to retreat, as if he had a monster hidden in his body.

The people who besieged Mo Yan before were afraid of his strength. Now they see that he is with the strange white Tuanzi. They are even more afraid and retreat one after another.

If Mo Yan is just a lone ranger, they still have a chance, but if he joins up with the white Tuanzi, it will be very bad.

"Ghost face evil Luo, this white ball son, is you raise?"

A brave man asked.

Mo Yan would not want to deny: "No."

Ziqianmo is not happy. He has a little emotion in his heart. Why, this demon is Baize. This demon chooses you, and you dare to dislike me?