The little white dog stopped talking, and just jumped on the top of the carriage, and then nestled on Wu Lei's body again... slightly above his abdomen, very close to it, a very warm and soft place. Wu Lei didn't seem to care when he saw it.
, he also curled up in one place, slowly closing his eyes while listening to her heartbeat.
However, one person and one dog did not have much leisure time. The little white dog's ears quietly stood up, and then its round eyes opened.
The tearless hand gently fell on its body, and after touching its fur twice, it lay down again. The carriage continued to move forward at an extremely slow speed. But in the distance, a group of prairie cavalry were speeding along.
They were coming in the same direction as them. Not far behind them, there was a rather luxurious carriage, also speeding over at the same fast speed.
When the group of people and horses were still about ten feet away from the carriage, they slowed down sharply, and then a man rode up alone, shouting in a very strange tone from a distance: "The one in front of you!"
Carriage, give way." He was not polite, and he didn't feel the least bit kind.
Wu Lian did not move, and continued to lie on the roof of the carriage. The murderous aura in Situ Ang's body disappeared for a moment, and then he returned to his normal appearance. He looked up at Wu Lian, and then continued to ride his carriage with peace of mind.
Those who are close to vermillion are red, and those who are close to ink are black. There is indeed some truth in it. After such a short period of time, Situ Ang no longer shouts to kill at any time. Moreover, he has learned enough to be tearless.
He looked down at the world with his magnanimity. In his eyes, everything was like ants, and he was not too rare to bother with them.
The carriage continued, and Situ Ang leaned on the hood of the carriage, chanting a sutra twenty times a day. The master did not ask him to recite it at any time, so he drove the carriage and recited the sutra at both times.
So when the man riding alone came closer and saw this scene, he felt strange and sweaty all over his body.
A monk who knows how to recite sutras? But he has hair.
But there is a girl lying on the roof of the car. The combination of the monk and the girl, how can this not make people feel weird?