Beauties don't speak

Dongfang, a master who has the courage to contribute to the cause of human death.

After taking off the mask, I don't know where the painting environment was touched, and a large amount of ink began to gather and accumulate in the sky.

Then when Dongfang ran back to the main hall with the dog in his arms, he heard the sound of rain clearly.

I thought I had escaped a catastrophe, but I didn't know...

The enemy is right in the hall in front of you! !

His face was buried under the knotted long hair that hadn't been brushed for an unknown amount of time. His feathers were messy and his claws were sharp. It was clearly the resentful bird in the painting.

Dongfang hugged the dog and shivered, his feet were so weak that he couldn't stand up: "Don't eat me, huh."

The cook takes the mask, but does she know that there are monsters haunting him? He's just a child and can't bear it!

The white dog was strangled by Dongfang, kicked and struggled to jump out of Dongfang's arms.

The little heroic white dog stood in front of Dongfang, and Dongfang was so soft that he was about to cry.

The resentful bird seemed unhappy, and beat the white dog against the wall with a wave of its wings.

The white dog fell from the wall, and a streak of ink was stuck on the wall.

With blurred eyes, Dongfang saw the white dog running over, and then... violently rubbing the resentful bird's leg.

East:……?

What about the three hundred rounds of the promised war?

The white dog rubbed and looked at Dongfang, his human eyes were urging, as if he wanted Dongfang to come and rub together.

Dongfang struggled and crawled over, opened his arms and hugged the bird's leg and rubbed against it.

The resentful bird squatted down, and its wide wings wrapped around Baigou and Dongfang.

A little cold and a little sore.

Dongfang thought, in the complaining bird that the cook said, Jingwei grabbed stones to fill the sea; the cuckoo wailed in pain.

They didn't say they would eat people.

Dongfang thought again, whose resentment caused this resentful bird, and why did it arise?

The cook didn't give an accurate answer. Everything was his own speculation, but now it is overturned by the facts.

Dongfang sighed, thinking: "What can I do..."