Chapter 77： It’s you, the roaring dog! (2/2)

Awkward, I went to the corner of the firewood room.

The monsoon smoked and looked at the black creature standing in the corner and standing alert.

It was a half-large dog creature, the black hair of the body was bright, the blue eyes looked sly and charming, the vertical pupils were full of alertness and tension, and the backs were all erected.

”Your mount can't be used, this one...” The fire looked at the monsoon smoke just opening.

Monsoon smoke, ”Screaming!”

Flowing fire, ”??”

”Ah, haha, it's you, roaring dog!” The monsoon smoked his eyes and stared at the fried dog's canine. He didn't do it twice, and directly gave the name of the roaring dog.

”Wait, it's not a dog...” The fire frowned, just wanted to explain it, and the result was ... he fell into a warm embrace.

The monsoon smoke will hold the fire in his arms, because the height of the two is almost the same, and the picture of the two together is not so subtle.

”Fire, I really thank you so much.”

The little black dog, living and detaching, satisfies the obstinacy of the monsoon smoke for the roaring dog, so she does not have to cut wood to sculpt one at a time!

It can't be better!

The fire was suddenly hugged by the monsoon smoke, and it made a creaking sound in his mind. Only when he wanted to say it, he had forgotten everything at the moment. It was hard for a while, and the fire broke back. He was slightly flustered. Pushing the monsoon smoke away, the flawless little face, but with a layer of deliberate blush.

Not waiting for the monsoon smoke to say anything, the flow of fire and the direction of the slamming fled from the eyes of the monsoon smoke without a trace, leaving the monsoon smoke and the ”Roaring Dog” in the firewood room with big eyes and small eyes.