Chapter 872 - The Master of the little beast (2/2)

“Doggy, get out of the way!”

When Feng Jiu evaded the whip, the red-robed woman was indignant. In her fury, she directed her whip at the snarling Cloud Devouring Beast.

“Don’t!”

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, preventing her from las.h.i.+ng the whip at the pet. He saw the bloodthirsty and savage light appeared in the little pet’s eyes. This kind of brilliance clearly came from an extremely fierce beast.

He was afraid that she would draw her whip at it and attracted the attack of the little beast. However, even if he stopped it, he was still a little slow.

When the whip was retracted, the little beast growled and jumped up. Its round body was as agile as a leopard. As soon as it leapt on its four feet, it flashed its sharp claws at the woman.

“Ah!”

The woman let out a miserable shriek. She stepped back, her face pale. However, the back of her hand holding the whip was marred with several b.l.o.o.d.y scars, scratched by Cloud Devouring Beast’s claws. They were deep with her bone visible.

When he saw the wound at the back of the woman’s hand, the middle-aged man’s aura turned gloomy. In an instant, he protected the woman behind his back and prevented her from being hurt by the small beast for the second time.

His penetrating and cold glance swept over the little beast that was snarling its teeth and showing its s.h.i.+ny claws. He stared at the young man in red who looked so calm and collected, just like watching the theatre. In a gloomy voice, he asked, “Don’t you care about your little pet?”

As the owner of the small beast, he didn’t stop that commotion but looked on unfeelingly. This young man was really repulsive.