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Lin Mumu held a white, kitten-sized puppy in his hand.

The little white dog is also staring at the big round eyes and looking at the forest wood. The short little tail shakes and shakes subconsciously.

"Bun, buns, you can die of me." Lin Mumu is very good, holding a small white dog turned a circle.

This is the time when she was in the Taoist temple. The puppy that came back from the mountain was only so big for two years. Because this little guy was white and fleshy, he was named as a steamed buns by Lin Mumu.

"Master, you are really a master, actually brought the buns. You are not saying that it is not suitable for living in a big city?" Lin Mumu also remembers the teachings of the master, a little worried about the excitement.

The little things that used to run in the mountains and forests came to Yancheng’s so depressed city, and it was really easy to acclimatize. Otherwise, Lin Mumu brought it to him last time.

"You can put it in your courtyard. There is a cloud of auspicious purple in your courtyard, and your own mountain forest, when you are a squad, it is also the creation of this little thing." Professor Lin said.

It turns out that everything in this world is different. She has never been able to bring the buns out of her previous life, because the master said that the world outside is too dangerous.

Until the death, Lin Mumu did not see this little thing again, but it was a blessing to think that it did not accompany her to the end.

Everything in this world is different. Lin Mumu wants to live well with Yunxiao, and the master and the buns are all well.

Lin Mumu excitedly embraced the buns, and the buns also cleverly nestled in the arms of the woods, filled with attachments.

"It's a little conscience. It's just like your master. There is no conscience. This little thing is wrapped around me. When I take him out, I spoiled and gave the old man a massage. I didn't even call my grandfather.

It’s good now, I saw you, and I didn’t stay with me. Just like your little conscience, think about your cloud. ”

"Of course, my buns, of course, with me." Lin Mumu was taught a little sincerity.

Baozi looked at Lin Mumu and looked at Professor Lin. He seemed to understand what he said. After that, he jumped to Professor Lin’s shoulders and took the initiative to use his small pad on his claws to massage Professor Lin.

"Well, comfortable~~ You little thing, it's really spiritual." Professor Lin enjoys the service of the buns.

"I bought it so much delicious, it doesn't let me hold it." Lin Tianqi is the most injured one.

Before the buns wrapped around Professor Lin, every time Lin Tianyi wanted to hug it, the little guy hid behind Professor Lin’s neck.

Now the little buns have gone to the woods, and they feel that they are an outsider!

It seems that this is true, he has not been to the mountain gate, because he is a foreign disciple.

"I heard that you have abolished a teacher?" Professor Lin went straight to the theme: "Yes, not lost as a teacher's face. The next time you meet a teacher, you don't have to be polite with them, directly explode their life, and die." We are for the heavens and do not hurt the heavens."

"Good." Lin Mumu nodded, the sergeant is synonymous with cruelty and evil, and even many scorpions' locusts must have seen human blood to develop fierceness. There are no good classes in this group.

"Sun Xiaomei is a native of Yunnan Province. I heard that it is organized. Yunxiao has also gone to Yunnan Province. I don't know if I will be bullied by my teacher."

"You know that you are worried about the clouds! It’s really a big woman." Professor Lin is not angry.