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Smack!
The frying pan struck right on the flank of the Three-Eyed Golden Retriever.
After a miserable yelp, the dog was sent flying.
By the time it landed, it was trembling all over and couldn't get up anymore.
The surrounding cultivators scattered in fear, the timid ones running away and even those with more courage keeping their distance, watching with terrified eyes.
"Little girl, run quickly!" Said the toy vendor, his voice trembling.
"Run? Why should I run?" Xue Xiang held the frying pan, her face full of defiance.
Just then, a commotion stirred in the distance, and a group of people hurried over.
A brocade-clad young girl led the way.
She rushed up to the Three-Eyed Golden Retriever, knelt beside it in a panic, gently stroking its fur, and said tremblingly, "Mao Mao, what's happened to you, Mao Mao!"
The Three-Eyed Golden Retriever whined a few times, weakly lifted its head to glance at the young girl, then lay back down again.
