After a while, those round eyes seemed to be slowly approaching here. Little by little, every step was cautious.
"It's okay, Xiaobao won't hurt you!"
After the thousand-year-old raccoon dog got close, it clung to the window sill and suddenly jumped up. It grabbed the bag of spiritual fruits with its two claws and disappeared.
"Uh..." Mu Xiaobao opened his eyes wide and stared at the empty window sill in shock.
Just now there was only a flicker of the shadow, and the thing disappeared.
His little arm that was placed on the window sill seemed to have been brushed by the big furry tail of this 'friend', making it feel warm, soft and itchy.
It's just that his new friends don't like him very much.
Mu Xiaobao was a little sad. Didn't her mother say that everyone likes Xiaobao? Those who don't like Xiaobao must be bad people.
But the little animal is not a bad person. Is it because it thinks Xiaobao is a bad person?
Mu Xiaobao thought for a while, then quietly jumped out from the window sill to take a look.
Mu Lingbo opened his eyes and saw that Xiaobao had slipped out, with no intention of bringing him back to sleep.
Mu Xiaobao jogged a few steps in the snow, and when he heard a sound of "嘤——", he immediately ran towards the source of the sound.
"Are you too disrespectful?" On the snow outside the village, Mo Jiuling once again dropped the Thousand-Year-Old Raccoon Dog in his hand, and its bag of grain had been thrown aside.
"嘤嘘嘤...嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤...嘤嘤..." The thousand-year-old raccoon dog struggled and argued hard.
"You can escape, so you think your bag of food can also escape?"
Thousand-year-old raccoon dog turned over and looked at the package on the snow, heartbroken, "嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤——"
Mo Jiuling followed the instructions, "Now I not only want your food, but I also want to roast you, the stingy guy."
"嘤???!!!" The thousand-year-old raccoon dog was a little timid.
Mo Jiuling hummed softly, holding it's tail in his right hand and wagging it around in boredom, "I'll skin you first, maybe I can make a pair of raccoon dog fur scarves. Then I'll make a bonfire on the snow and drop you on it."
Zizzi bakes it, and invites people to taste it together."
"嘤嘤?!!!!"
"Or divide your meat into several pieces and let the woman roast them together, just to see who can roast it better... In fact, deep-frying is also good, but seeing so much fat on your body, I always feel like roasting it
It’s more delicious when grilled and sizzling with oil.”
"嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤!!!!!!" the thousand-year-old raccoon dog cried loudly.
"You're not a human, why are you pretending to be sad?" Mo Jiuling looked at the thousand-year-old raccoon dog with disdain as it turned upside down and was still wiping her tears. "Let's hear a few human words. If you can say it, I won't bake it."
"嘤嘤嘤!!!" The thousand-year-old raccoon dog became even more sad and kept shouting, "嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤..."
"I don't understand. It looks like he's still a beast. He happens to be hungry." Mo Jiuling interrupted impatiently.
The sad Thousand-year-old raccoon dog held its two front paws together and began to pray, and kept mumbling something in its mouth.
"Where do I start peeling off your fur?" Mo Jiuling thought while turning it around in circles like a toy.
"Stop!" A milky voice came out, and Mu Xiaobao stood in front of Mo Jiuling like Ultraman falling from the sky, "Let go of Xiaobao's friend!"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog, who was so dizzy that his eyes were filled with stars, suddenly became excited, "嘤嘤嘤, 嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤, 嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤嘤..."
Mo Jiuling stopped wagging his tail and said, "You don't know each other."