A small alley 30 meters away from the studio, the Sichuan-Chongqing accent, the sound of the swearing continued to spread.
"You son of bitch!"
The big black dog's eyes were suffocated with anger. If you don't look carefully, you won't find it at all. There is also a black dog hiding in this lane corner.
A pair of dog eyes, glowing filar silk silver, eyes tightly narrowed.
Raise the dog's head and look at the day. In his eyes, in the sky, there is an invisible flame passing by ordinary people.
Pseudo-void inflammation!
Just because he sensed the appearance of this thing, he hurriedly ran away from Qin Chuxue, so that even if there was an accident, Qin Chuxue would not be involved.
For a full hour, he has been shrinking here, trying his best to give his breath to convergence, dare not relax.
After the fire of the pseudo-void inflammation was completely passed, the big black dog took a long breath.
