Chapter 99 Darling, Can You Shoot?

Big White froze for a moment and slowly turned its head.

Within its profound blue eyes, there was astonishment. It hadn't made an error; it was indeed its little master. Roarrr!

Big White raised its head and roared, its deep blue eyes gradually moistening.

Lela covered her mouth, tears flowing like rain.

It was her Big White.

The Big White that had protected her with its life!

Sylvester looked at Lela crying uncontrollably beside him, feeling a strong sense of helplessness and crisis in his heart. Suddenly, he felt that he was no longer the only one in the little thing's heart.

Damn it!

What's going on!

Mildred, who was sitting behind, had already turned to stone.

Who could tell him what kind of fantasy plot this was?

A fierce white lion looking at his Miss Lela so affectionately and obediently...

What in the world is happening?

Sylvester pulled Lela into his arms, his sexy lips gently brushing against the corner of her mouth. "Little thing, no crying."

If she wanted to cry, she could only cry in his bed one day in the future.

The only person who could make her cry in this world was him.

Lela nodded. "Yes, I won't cry."

Big White had not yet been retrieved and, she couldn't afford to lose sight of the pressing issue at hand.

Sylvester smirked, wiping away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his hand. "Good girl."

Sylvester glanced up and raised an eyebrow at the white lion, clearly showing off.

The white lion stared fiercely at Sylvester, with a strong sense of displeasure in its eyes.

A silent confrontation between man and beast.

Just as Lela was about to go down and communicate with the white lion, a car came speeding from the other side.

Everyone in the sightseeing car was dressed uniformly in black suits, and each window was opaque from the outside, providing a clear view of the outside scenery from the inside but preventing anyone outside from seeing in. Only by lowering the car window could they see clearly.

In the distance, the car window slowly rolled down, revealing the face of Josh Fudge, that refined scoundrel.

his hand

eyes, but before she could scream,

unique to a

Lela thought things were irreversible, Big White, as if sensing the imminent danger, leaped into the depths of the forest at the sound

Damn it!

close to

window, slammed on the gas pedal,

up, her eyes filled with a

raised the silver firearm in her hand, and swiftly

rapid "bang, bang, bang" noises

tires

was impossible to

at Lela

his disapproval, saying, "This thing is dangerous. Where did

then turned her gaze

Mildred screamed internally.

cast a cool glance at Mildred,

lord, it really wasn't me.

wasn't her. I took it from

distancing herself, "See, I told you it wasn't

you please clarify

had her thrown to the savage beasts because

about Lela's swift shooting action just now for a moment. He then smiled and said, "Darling, can you handle a gun?" Chapter 99 Big White, Does It

didn't hide it, "I can handle it a little, Master

say anything, but a trace of darkness flashed in

said, "This thing is dangerous. Children like you shouldn't touch it

gun to Mildred behind him and drove past Josh Fudge's car, heading deep into the

but after some thought, she chose to remain

...

in the car, threw the gun aside,

"What's going on?"

subordinate hesitated and said, "Mr. Fudge, it seems like

Fudge looked at the subordinate through the rearview mirror, his gaze as venomous as ever. "Then

being thrown to the savage

...

deepest part of the forest, Big White lay in the grass, its tongue

wound on its

the tungsten alloy shell would

long as the distance wasn't too close, this gun wouldn't be lethal, but it would inflict

to dodge, but the scattered

its hind leg, there were scattered traces of

fur was stained with

as it was licking its wound, suddenly, it felt a familiar scent getting closer and closer. Before it could even stand up, a soft touch pounced

White... Big White, I know it's you,

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