"Woof woof." This was a small yellowish-brown dog, not very big, looking inexplicably adorable.
But...
For some reason, Mo Ye saw a trace of hopelessness in this little dog's eyes.
He bent down cautiously and picked up the little dog.
The expression on the dog's face grew ever more despairing.
As if struck by lightning, Mo Ye looked at the small dog, his mouth slightly agape.
Could this be...
"Ma... Master?" Mo Ye's voice began to tremble.
"Master?" Little Fire couldn't help but emerge: "Master, what are you talking about?"
As soon as Little Fire poked his head out, he was met with the dog's gaze.
The little dog raised its eyes to look at them.
Its eyes were quite imposing.
But combined with its small size and big round innocent eyes, it looked comical no matter what.
Mo Ye's lips uncontrollably curled up.
This look... absolutely is master, no doubt.
The usually proud and imposing master has now turned into a Sandstone Dog...
