Every female cultivator covers the sky with one hand

Chapter 3 Let go of that black dog

"Dead? Are you dead?"

The little girl squatted down and asked earnestly, but her hand pressed the dog's neck and rubbed back and forth on the snow, trying to wake the black dog up.

The black dog opened its mouth, its tongue hanging out, showing no signs of resurrection.

"In that case..."

The little girl stopped, paused, thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up, and she said seriously: "Then I'll take your dog's skin and use it as a dog skin mattress; don't leave any dog ​​meat, just eat it raw."

The black dog fell on the snow without moving, his body was already half cold.

"rest in peace."

The little girl muttered, twisted the dog's neck, and was about to peel the dog's skin.

Although it was the first time to do it, the movements were very skillful, as if he had skinned dogs many times before.

In the ice and snow, the black dog stiffened all over.

The little girl was obviously not soft-hearted, and she was not afraid of blood. She grabbed a small piece of tattered dog skin with her fingertips and was about to peel off the black dog's skin.

The black dog didn't move at all, and didn't even beat its heart. It seemed that it was indeed completely dead.

But right now.

A white cloud in the sky suddenly changed.

I saw the white clouds spread out, and suddenly they turned into two white cranes, rushing down.

"Let go of that vicious dog! Let's do it!"

Someone is low.

The little girl squatted on the ground, looked up calmly, and saw two beautiful young men and women on the white crane.

The man looks feminine and wears bright black clothes, while the woman has a pointed chin and wears snow-like white clothes.

Black and white match very well, they really are a couple.

Especially that man, in the center of his eyebrows, there is a bright rouge mole, which makes his feminine face even more coquettish.

"Is black and white impermanent?" the little girl asked with her head tilted.

"No." The man in black lifted his hair, saw that the little girl was cute, so he said kindly, "We are the Yin Yang Sect, under Master Wuye, registered disciples..."

"Brother, don't talk too much!" The woman in white slammed, pulled out the soft sword at her waist, and screamed, "Let me hack that bitch to death!"

"But it's dead." The little girl picked up the dog's corpse.

"I don't care!" The woman in white held a sword and said viciously, "Then I'll chop it into meat!"

"cracking!"

Bai He frantically nodded and stomped on the side, expressing his absolute agreement.

This dead dog is really too cheap!

Shouting around to be favored by others, even molested its mistress!
Not only peeked at the mistress taking a bath, but even let the mistress kiss that stinky paw!
It's really abominable, even this cute little white crane has not escaped the claws of the black dog!

It’s tolerable, it’s unbearable!

Today, I have to chop this cheap dog into meat.

The woman and the white crane were obviously very excited, only the little girl frowned, tugged at the thin clothes on her body, and said earnestly on her small face: "It's fine to chop it, but I killed it, I need a dog skin mattress, and eat its flesh."

"It's simple."

The man in black squinted his eyes and smiled, and with a wave of his hand, the little girl came lightly into the arms of the man in black like an object.

The little girl blinked her eyes in surprise.

"Little sister looks really good-looking, she is really good-looking, her skin is especially good, she looks like a fairy in the snow."

The man in black hugged the little girl, his affection was beyond words, his slender fingers hooked the cloth bag around his waist, and a black fox fur cloak tightly wrapped the little girl's thin body.

The little girl is like a white snow dumpling, staying obediently in the fox fur cloak.

The woman in white looked at the little girl carefully, and suddenly gave a strange laugh.

"Ok?"

That strange smile puzzled the little girl.

But the woman in white immediately raised her long sword high, shook her white wrist vigorously, and a sharp sword aura, carrying all kinds of hatred, slashed at the dead dog on the ground.

"Bitch, go to hell!"

(End of this chapter)