The thousand-year-old raccoon dog that stopped finally breathed a sigh of relief, and its starry eyes fell away under Mo Jiuling's magic hand.
Mu Xiaobao looked pitifully at the half-dead thousand-year-old raccoon dog, "This is Xiaobao's new friend. Don't hurt him! Otherwise, Xiaobao will never pay attention to you again!"
Mo Jiuling pulled the thousand-year-old raccoon dog a little higher and faced its dizzy black beads, "It doesn't look like that. How can such a stingy guy have friends?"
The Thousand-year-old raccoon dog immediately came to life again, twisting vigorously, and then nodded "Yum um um".
Mo Jiuling was surprised and suspicious, "No, I believe it!"
Although he said this, Mo Jiuling quietly let go of his hand.
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog's head fell into the snow and made a hole in the snow. It got up from the ground, still dizzy and staggering as if drunk.
Then he shook his head cutely and jumped into Mu Xiaobao's arms with a sudden movement, like a white streak.
Mu Xiaobao looked at it carefully at first, but finally bent it with a happy smile, "Xiaobao knows that there will be no one who doesn't like Xiaobao! You are Xiaobao's good friend, and Xiaobao will definitely protect him in the future.
you!"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog just stared at the enemy in front of him with vigilance, and then quietly looked at his food with his peripheral vision.
"Do you want your fruit? Let's go get it."
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog turned his head, glanced confusedly at the little man holding him, and blinked.
Mu Xiaobao raised his head and touched its fur, "Your fur is so beautiful, even Xiaobao doesn't have it."
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog squirmed for a moment, and then immediately rushed to Mu Xiaobao's shoulder, showing off its power to Mo Jiuling.
Mu Xiaobao walked up to the bag of fruits with his head held high. The thousand-year-old raccoon dog quickly jumped down his body, and then carefully looked at the enemy who was close at hand.
Suddenly he grabbed the package with his claws and quickly jumped on Mu Xiaobao's body.
Mu Xiaobao helped it hold the bag of fruits, but the thousand-year-old raccoon dog still refused to let go of its claws.
Mo Jiuling sighed quietly, looking at the guy who thought he had found a backer very intriguingly, and then glanced at Mu Xiaobao, "For your mother's sake, I have to give it to you. Let me remind you, Xiaobao, I heard
Its meat is very, very delicious.”
Mu Xiaobao hugged the thousand-year-old raccoon dog tightly and hummed, "Xiaobao will not eat his friends! Master Bao, you are really the beast that my mother said!"
Mo Jiuling's face froze, and then Mu Xiaobao calmly turned and left holding the thousand-year-old raccoon dog in his arms.
"Eh?" Mu Xiaobao didn't take more than two steps when he suddenly stopped, "It seems like there is an uncle nearby!"
"Ugh!" The thousand-year-old raccoon dog sniffed and replied.
Mu Xiaobao smoothed its fur and said, "You also agree with Xiaobao. We are indeed born to be good friends."
When he looked up again, in the thick darkness of night, a smoky gray figure appeared on the moonlit snow.
Xiao Xiao and Mo Jiuling looked at each other from a distance for a moment. Compared with Mo Jiuling's casual and casual look, he looked much more serious, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
The robe looked almost dark in the night, and his voice was rich and full of energy, "I didn't expect to see a thousand-year-old raccoon dog here."
Mu Xiaobao hugged his new friend and looked at him very alertly.
"Uncle, no matter what you say, Xiaobao will never allow you to eat my new friend!"
The thousand-year-old raccoon dog seemed to be a little moved, and hugged Mu Xiaobao back with his paws, and gave this man a strong "whoop".
