The Autumn Moon Hung High in the sky. At this time, the wind was gradually getting weaker.
Ning Fei knew that this was only a temporary lull. It would definitely be a strong wind tonight. It would only stop at noon the next day.
Inside Qingfeng Temple, two soft lamps lit up the courtyard. It was very pastoral.
Ning Fei was sitting on a chair, playing a game of throwing tree branches with the little dog.
The Little Dog’s speed and reaction speed were very fast, and it was able to pick up the tree branches quickly time and time again.
“I’ll increase the difficulty for you.”
At this time, Ning Fei smiled and picked up a small tree branch. With a little strength, he directly threw it out of the courtyard wall.
Seeing this, the little dog immediately ran out to pick up the tree branches.
“Haha, even Abbey Dean Ning can be so unreasonable.”
“The little dog is smiling. What the F * ck is he thinking?”
“He’s being too unreasonable.”
“The little dog has been played silly.”