Chapter 77

Monsoon smoke is not very good at carving animals. What's more, all the wood that can be used in the firewood room has been used by her to gather Yang Jian's body, and then she wants to carve a howling dog

Monsoon smoke plans to take Yang Jian to the mountain outside Jicheng tomorrow morning to cut two logs back!

Just as the monsoon smoke was thinking about where he was going today, the door of the wood house was suddenly pushed open.

The monsoon smoke subconsciously turned around, but saw the children who had disappeared for most of the day, standing upright at the entrance of the wood room, still carrying a huge package.

The package is still wriggling

"Oh, the escaped kid finally knows he's back?" The monsoon smoke smilingly joked about Liuhuo.

Liuhuo ignores the teasing of monsoon smoke, and looks directly at Yang Jian, who kneels in front of monsoon smoke. His brow is slightly wrinkled, and Yang Jian's motionless kneeling there looks strange.

The monsoon smoke detected the Liuhuo's eyes and said with a smile: "don't be nervous, this is Yang Jian, who is also a member of our family in the future." Said the monsoon smoke also clapped Yang Jian's broad shoulder.

Flow fire and close lips.

Does she think he can't see that Yang Jian is a wood carving?

As for the character of monsoonal smoke God, Liuhuo can only be ignored selectively. He put the huge pocket he was carrying in front of monsoonal smoke directly.

"Here you are."

"Give it to me?" The monsoon smoke slightly raised her eyebrows and looked at the expressionless Liuhuo. As she opened the pocket, she smiled and said, "xiaoliuhuo is going out today. Did she prepare a gift for me? I'm so moved... "

Before the words of monsoon smoke were finished, she opened her pocket two or three times, and a dark figure jumped out of it.

After a miso, he rushed to the corner of the wood house.

The monsoon smoke looked at the black creature standing in the corner in surprise.

It's a half large canine, with black and shiny fur, a pair of blue eyes that look bright and charming, and the pupils that stand up are full of vigilance and tension, and the back is standing up.

"Your mount can't be used, this one..." Liuhuo looks at the monsoon smoke just opening.

Monsoon smoke, "howling sky!"

"Fire,"

"Ah ha ha, it's you, sky dog!" Monsoon smoke stares at the hairy canine creature with shining eyes, which directly gives people the name of "sky dog".

"Wait, it's not a dog..." Liu Huo frowned, just wanted to explain it, but suddenly He fell into a warm embrace.

The monsoon smoke holds the streamer in his arms, because the height of the two people is almost the same, and the picture of holding together is very delicate.

"Liuhuo, I really thank you so much."

The little black dog, which is satisfied with the monsoon smoke's obsession with the dog, doesn't need to cut wood to carve one!

It can't be better!

Liuhuo was suddenly hugged by the monsoon smoke, which made a buzz in his mind. What he wanted to say just now has been forgotten completely. He was stunned for a long time, and Liuhuo just came back to his mind. He pushed away the seasonal wind smoke in a little panic, but his perfect face was stained with a layer of deliberate red halo.

Without waiting for what the monsoon smoke said, the flow of fire turned and whetted away from the front of the monsoon smoke, leaving behind the monsoon smoke and the "sky dog" in the Chai house.