When Xiao Yang lowered his head and looked down on the ground, he suddenly showed a grin of crying and laughing.

In front of Minghui and him, a lovely little thing, standing there on all fours, barking and looking at them.

This little thing, about the size of a palm, looks a little strange.

It's hairy all over, with two small horns on its head, shiny eyes, and light yellow hair on its body, but this yellow is not the usual yellow, but shining a little golden.

At this time, Xiao Yang and Minghui seemed to be the enemy of the invasion. They were staring at their big lovely eyes,...