The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1868 Little Black Group

Not like fear, more like disgust.

This made Leng Wuyou somewhat surprised.

He raised his hand and planned to poke the little ball wrapped in the black mist, but he didn't want the little meat ball in her hand, so he raised his little paw and grabbed her hand back, with disapproval written in his big eyes.

The little guy screamed loudly at Leng Wuyou, and his little paws made random gestures, rolling his eyelids, falling to the ground and twitching, the whole group was like a patient with ADHD.

Leng Wuyou watched it for a while before he understood what it meant.

"You don't want me to touch it, and something will happen if I touch it?"

Leng Wuyou asked tentatively, and Xiao Routuan immediately nodded.

And this will make Leng Wuyou even more curious.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

She stretched out her hand to grab the fur on the little meatball, raised her hand again, and poked at the black ball with her fingertips.

Little Routuan's eyes widened, and his furry face was puffed up, obviously angry.

The moment Leng Wuyou's fingertips touched the black mist, the whole black mist seemed to have found food all of a sudden, and great excitement entwined towards Leng Wuyou's fingers.

The speed of the spread was so fast that it had already wrapped around her wrist in just a moment, faintly trying to penetrate into her skin.

It's just that Leng Wuyou took precautions in advance, when the black mist wanted to enter her skin again, a white light flashed.

"Zizi", the black mist was burned, and bursts of white smoke came out.

"chirp"

Painful screams sounded, Leng Wuyou moved her fingertips slightly, and the wisp of black mist was directly expelled by her.

The chain she held in her hand was entangled with the black ball that was emitting black mist. I don't know if it was because of Leng Wuyou's slap just now, which surprised the black ball a little.

The black mist emanating from its body was taken back by it.

It seemed as if he was afraid that Leng Wuyou would reach out to touch him again.

When the black mist was collected, Leng Wuyou discovered that the thing locked on the chain was actually a little thing that was exactly the same as the little meat ball, except that one had white hair and the other was black. One eye is black, like a juicy grape, and the other eye is blood red, like a blood-colored agate, very clear.

Leng Wuyou raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this little thing to be so sinister, but it looks quite cute. He stretched out his hand rua~ and touched its fur, it was soft and felt very good.

"What are you following me for? And the reason why I am moving so slowly is that you moved your hands and feet, right?"

Leng Wuyou tugged at the hair on the little Hei Tuan's body, and the little Hei Tuan shrank his neck. It was originally a small thing the size of a palm, but it shrunk even smaller.

There was fear in its blood-colored eyes, and it looked at Leng Wuyou as if it was looking at a big villain.

Seeing that the little thing didn't answer, Leng Wuyou frowned, realizing that this little guy couldn't speak.

"If I ask you, yes, you just nod, if you don't, just shake your head. If you don't answer, I'll pluck your hair and make a scarf directly."

Leng Wuyou didn't forget to squint his eyes to threaten while speaking.

The little thing trembled from Leng Wuyou's fright, those small blood-red eyes like agate seemed to be filled with tears.

Leng Wuyou was silent, feeling like he was bullying a child.

Of course, this thought was just a flash, and he continued to stare at the little dumpling in his hand, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"You did something here, didn't you?"

Leng Wuyou stared at the little dumpling in his hand, not missing any trace of its performance.

Xiaotuanzi paused for a moment, as if he was thinking, or thinking about something, and shook his head slowly for a while.

Leng Wuyou frowned slightly, "Isn't it you?"

The tone of this rhetorical question rose slightly, which made the black ball tremble with fright.

The teardrops in the blood-jade agate eyes kept rolling, as if the teardrops would fall in the next moment.

It shook its head hastily, looking at Leng Wuyou's eyes full of horror.

(End of this chapter)