The perfect rearing of the cute movie king

Chapter 393 Feeding 408: Do you really think I have a good temper? (burst 6)

The driver's gathered figure was blown away by the strong wind, Jiang Xiaoyu stood up from the ground and looked forward.

It was a white puppy.

Uh--

There was a man standing behind the dog. The man held a cat in his arms. Judging by the cat's wrinkled face, it should be a puppet cat.

"Other people, you can put them into reincarnation, only him."

As the man spoke, with a movement of his fingers, the driver of the car regained his shape, but he looked demented, obviously not recovering his memory.

Jiang Xiaoyu snorted, "What a big tone."

She pointed to the driver of the car: "Did you kill it?"

The man's face hidden in the darkness could not be seen clearly, but his voice came over: "Is there a problem?"

The little white dog at his feet yelled at Jiang Xiaoyu twice, then went to the driver of the car, frantically trying to bite the driver of the car.

It's a pity that every time it bites down, it is empty, but it is not discouraged and continues to bite.

Jiang Xiaoyu laughed, annoyed.

"Can you show your face? I want to see if your face is full of shamelessness and meanness."

"as you wish."

The man walked forward with the puppet cat in his arms, and stopped three meters away from Jiang Xiaoyu.

The street lamp that had just been inexplicably turned off was turned on again, and under the pale light, Jiang Xiaoyu could clearly see the appearance of the man.

A very young face, 25 six, white and clean, wearing a blue and white plaid shirt, khaki slacks and white sneakers, if you ignore his gaze, the whole person looks like a college student.

It's just that these eyes are too cold, too deep and too dark, completely interpreting what is meant by 'ruthless' from beginning to end.

"Which faction?" Jiang Xiaoyu took off his casket and asked.

The man's eyes paused on her cassock, and after a while, he said, "There is no school, no sect."

Jiang Xiaoyu said 'Oh': "I'm sure you can't beat me."

"Yeah." The man nodded, honestly, "I can feel it."

Anger flashed in Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes, and she put away the vestment: "Although this is the case, it's still okay for you to interrupt my spellcasting."

The man said to state the facts calmly: "Even if I interrupt you, you will continue afterwards and irritate you, the loss outweighs the gain."

Jiang Xiaoyu: "..."

"Furthermore, these people died in vain. You are doing a good deed by transcending them. Although I am not a good person, I will not do such a detrimental thing."

Jiang Xiaoyu was surprised: "You actually know Yinde, do you have this thing?"

The man touched the cat in his arms, and the cat meowed comfortably when he touched it.

Killing intent rose in Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes.

So many people died in vain because of him, but this person has no sense of guilt. It's very pleasant to play with cats and dogs.

The man seemed to know that he had said something wrong, he was silent for two seconds, and Fang said: "Life and death are fate. I intended to kill only one person, but I never imagined that so many people would be implicated."

The little white dog under his feet yelled at the man, and then yelled at Jiang Xiaoyu, its fluffy head shook violently, human sadness flashed in its eyes, and two huge tears fell down, wiping the fur under the eyes. Wet a tear stain.

The man knelt down and gently stroked the little white dog's head, and the little white dog rubbed his palm affectionately.

The cat in the man's hand also stretched out its fat and short hands to touch the little white dog, meowing softly, as if to comfort it.

Jiang Xiaoyu: "..."

But the little white dog ran towards Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly, and the man's expression changed: "Wan Yan!"

The little white dog ran up to Jiang Xiaoyu quickly, barked, and stretched out its front paws to grab Jiang Xiaoyu's leg. Jiang Xiaoyu took a step back and looked at the dog coldly.

Seeing that Jiang Xiaoyu didn't do anything to the little white dog, the man seemed relieved, and stepped one meter further; "Wan Yan, come back."

Jiang Xiaoyu took a careful look at the little white dog this time, and after three seconds, his eyes flashed: "The soul of a human enters the body of a dog, a perfect fit."

The little white dog's eyes lit up when he heard Jiang Xiaoyu's words, and he nodded frequently.

It turned its head, looked at the driver of the car, with hatred in its eyes, and barked again at the driver of the car.

Well, looking like this, Jiang Xiaoyu has already made up several bloody things in his mind.

The little white dog went to grab the man's leg again, it barked eagerly, as if to say something, the man was indifferent, but the little white dog suddenly slammed into the side curb hard.

The man didn't expect it to do such a move, and stopped it before it hit the curb.

The man hugged the little white dog, one person and the dog looked at each other silently, and the cat was obediently lying on the man's other hand, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly interrupted their "affectionate look": "Do you think I have a good temper? won't kill?"

The affectionate gaze of one person and one dog was interrupted, and the two looked at Jiang Xiaoyu together.

At some point, Jiang Xiaoyu had already sacrificed her silver chain, which was suspended beside Jiang Xiaoyu as if alive, and the leaves at the bottom had turned into sharp blades, which were shining coldly, pointing directly at the man.

Jiang Xiaoyu held a palm-sized fiery red talisman in the other hand, and wiped it on the silver chain. A tiny golden flame burst out from the silver chain, and the air pressure in this space suddenly became tense.

The little white dog trembled.

The condensed body of the car driver also dissipated under this pressure.

(End of this chapter)