The two Tibetan Mastiffs opened their bloody mouths and pounced on the group of people like wild lions.
"A Zuo, a you, come back."
Just as the Tibetan Mastiff was about to bite her, the woman spoke lazily again. The Tibetan Mastiff, which was originally covered in the smell of blood, turned around and returned to her side.
He sat on the ground.
But two pairs of fierce eyes were still on those people.
Dead silence.
The group of people who barged in didn't dare to move. They just watched the woman raise her hand and gently stroke the Tibetan Mastiff's head with dull eyes.
With a thud.
No one knew who swallowed so loudly that everyone could hear it.
Useless!
The leader looked back angrily, covering his trembling legs.
"You ... Are you a human or a ghost?"
Lin Hanxing, who was beside the Tibetan Mastiff, laughed when he heard this.
