Transmigration Book

Where there are Mo Ziqi and the little black dog, they will probably never be safe.

When Murong Mingxi was walking in the snowy field, he was suddenly thankful that the noise of these two childish babies made the vast whiteness in front of his eyes appear less lonely.

After being enlarged, the little black dog has a strong body and a broad back.It is still more than enough to accommodate two people to sit down.In addition, there is a protective array to block the wind and snow outside, for Murong Mingxi, it is no different from before.Even because of the wide field of vision, it adds a bit of novelty.

The little black dog is different.It is still angry with Mo Ziqi.

Fortunately, it felt that Mo Twolegs had a conscience and offered to take it with it.After working on it for a long time, it was not because I gave up the evil intention of breaking it and Xixi apart, but because I wanted to let it come over as a coolie!

The little black dog stepped heavily on the ground with its paws, exhaling angry white air from its nose.Thinking that the enemy himself was sitting on his back with his favorite Xixi, he was even angrier.

However, Mo Ziqi seemed to be unconscious, and reached out to pat the big dog's head, "The environment on the snow field is harsh, surrounded by monsters, and the frame is too big to enter, so it's not convenient to move. Seeing that you are lazy at home every day , this is a rare opportunity to exercise, you should cherish it, you know?"

I know your size!

The little black dog rolled his eyes, angrily ignoring him.

So Mo Ziqi stretched out his hand to scratch at the base of its ears, not to miss any chance to suppress the opponent for favor.Pretending to be distressed, he asked, "Don't Mo Bao want to do things for Mingxi? Why does he look reluctant?"

Why am I reluctant, don't you have any points in your heart?

If it wasn't for the fact that Murong Mingxi was still on its back, the little black dog would have wished to throw this annoying two-legged beast off... Oh, no, if there was no Murong Mingxi, this two-legged beast wouldn't even be able to get on its back at all. . :)

The little black dog "slapped" and made a big hole in the ice under its feet, as if it was treating the ice as a hateful black two-legged beast.

"Okay. How old are you, why do you always bully him." Murong Mingxi saw that if he continued teasing, the little guy would really explode.Angrily and amusedly tugging on Mo Ziqi's sleeve, he teased, "Mo Bao is only three years old, how old are you?"

"I'm only one year old, brother Mingxi." Mo Ziqi squeezed his throat and called him tenderly.He opened his eyes and looked at Murong Mingxi, pretending to be innocent.

Pooh!shameless!Who is your brother Mingxi!

The little black dog finally couldn't take it anymore, and protested "Ao Ao Ao".Every hair from top to bottom reveals the emotion of rejection.Even the Qianhuan Tinder Flowers on Murong Mingxi's shoulders popped out, and the blooming florets closed up, expressing contempt for Mo Ziqi who pretended to be tender.

Murong Mingxi was also numb to him.Rubbing his arms, he gave him a warning look.

Mo Ziqi couldn't help but laugh.He raised his hand to pinch Murong Mingxi's cheek, and said with a smile, "Didn't you ask me this?"

"I didn't ask how old you are until thirty." Murong Mingxi curled his lips, taking advantage of this to fight back.

Mo Ziqi's face twitched, a little aggrieved, "What's wrong with thirty, 30 is still young."

You know, at his level of cultivation, his lifespan has long been recorded in tens of thousands. At the age of 30, he doesn't even have a fraction of his life.But the young genius who is just as popular!

Where is old.Obviously a perfect match.

"Thirty." Murong Mingxi sighed softly, "I still..."

"Ouch!"

As soon as Murong Mingxi felt slightly depressed, he was interrupted by the little black dog's scream.Mo Ziqi quickly stretched out his arms to embrace Murong Mingxi, and stabilized the two of them while the little black dog was jumping up.When the little black dog stood firm, both of them came back to their senses and looked towards the place where the little black dog was hiding.

A snowy spotted owl with bloody wings was lying weakly in the snow.Half of his body was buried in snow, and the other half was frozen. He was already so angry that he could barely detect any vitality.

No wonder the little black dog with keen senses didn't find it in time, and almost stepped on it through the snow.

Mo Ziqi's gaze immediately fixed on the scar on the snowy spotted owl's body, and the light in his pupils was dim.

Traces of weapons.

It seems that some people are more impatient than he imagined.