The God of Dogs [comprehensive]

What kind of person is Yoritomo Minamoto?

According to historical records of later generations, Minamoto Yoritomo created the Kamakura Shogunate, greatly improved the status of the samurai, achieved the goal of ruling the government with the military, and at the same time successfully continued the system of the Shogunate. great man.

But for people living in this world at this moment, Minamoto Yoshitomo is just a big carrot.

Yes, Minamoto Yoritomo did not change his style after getting married to Helang's mother, Masako Hojo, and brought the extremely bad personal style of Heian-kyo in the last era to Kanto.

But Helang's mother, Ms. Masako Hojo, is the eldest daughter of the leader of the samurai group, and her husband has found a mistress, what should I do?

beat! !

Masako Hojo led people to smash the house where Yoritomo Minamoto's lover lived, and at the same time went back to her mother's house in anger.

Minamoto Yoritomo was in a hurry to coax Hojo Masako. After all, he was able to get to where he is now, all thanks to the support of the Kanto Samurai Group. Now is the critical moment for the Heira clan to fight against the enemy. Don't let your backyard catch fire!

So Dou Ya watched the whole process of a family ethics drama ==

He was sore and had a toothache, and came to the conclusion that the head of a country should only find an excellent wife, and if he wants to change his wife, he must be prepared to be abandoned by everything... God's conclusion.

Dou Ya continued to observe like this, time passed like running water, more than ten years passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, Dou Ya also learned a lot of other interesting things. When He Lang asked him what he thought when he returned to the Western Kingdom, Dou Ya actually said: "I think the requirements of human beings to find a partner are more in line with your current situation."

"..." He Lang picked out his ears, what did this guy say?

Dou Ya said that he can be regarded as a management leader of Xiguo at any rate. The gossip that his boss privately consulted the banshees about the stories of growing up has spread throughout Xiguo, and of course he has heard of it.

Dou Ya's expression was very confiding.

"After you enter the growth period in the future, if you meet someone you like, please be sure to restrain yourself. As the king of the Western Kingdom, the future queen must be able to stand by your side, and even rule the entire Western Kingdom when you are not around. Exist, she will be another you!"

"The person you like does not mean that you have your own abilities and strength, nor does it mean that you will be recognized by many big monsters in the Western Kingdom. If the person you like cannot be recognized by us, please treat him as a lover~ "

"The queen must have an excellent banshee who is powerful, has the ability to command, and can turn the tide in times of crisis!"

He Lang was dumbfounded after hearing this.

He naturally understood Dou Ya's implication. To put it bluntly, the roles of wife and lover are different, so he must treat them differently when looking for a wife in the future... What a ghost!

"I'll let you see how to conquer the world and how to control the court! What the hell are you going to see in the harem?"

He Lang was furious, and then fought with Dou Ya: "I think you are Sichun, right?!"

Dou Ya felt that he was extremely innocent.

"I care about you! Didn't you first ask the banshees what love is?"

Moreover……

"I'm an adult! What's wrong with wanting to find a partner?!"

He Lang looked at Dou Ya, who looked like you were making trouble for no reason, and felt more depressed and suffocated. In the end, he beat up Dou Ya violently. After the fight, He Lang also thought about it, which dog would his mother want to push? It's his mother's business, I'm simply worrying about it!

Diarmuid breathed a sigh of relief, Oye, Lord Helang finally stopped obsessing about finding a second father for his mother, and finally returned to normal.

Diarmuid was slapped in the face the next day.

This guy He Lang actually wrote a thick stack of letters about his mother, ran to Izumo and gave it to Yan Mo, and asked Yan Mo to hand it to King Ma Cang Ye.

He Lang plausibly said: "Wang Ye is so lonely staying alone in Huangquan, I will write to him, he must be very happy!"

Diarmuid: "..."

Within a few days, Yan Mo sent He Lang a box with a smile, saying that it was given to him by Ye Wang.

He Lang was very happy, opened it and was dumbfounded.

It was the astrolabe that Abe Seimei had given him back then, but it was smashed to pieces by King Asakang Ye!

He Lang lost his mind: "Ah, Ye Wang is really angry."

Diarmuid looked at Helang speechlessly, and said weakly: "Master Ye Wang is still angry, he was locked in Huangquan because of you, and you wrote him about the outside world..."

I was locked in a small black room, and the guy who cheated me was flying around outside, and I was so entangled in whether I should find a second father for my mother... Diarmuiduo felt that if it was him, he would get The moment of the letter paper must be full of hatred ==

Diarmuid could guess what King Ma Cang Ye thought: Is this guy here to show off to me?

He Lang looked sad. He put away the box and said that he was going to the Devil Realm to find friends to play with. Diarmuid waved his hand helplessly: "Go, go, come back when you grow up."

He Lang glared at Diarmuid with accusing eyes, and then left bitterly.

This time, the journey through the abyss of the underworld was relatively smooth. After Helang returned to the Demon Realm, he was sure that he had come to the right place. He let out a sigh of relief, opened the box, and looked at it carefully.

The astrolabe is not big, and it is very small after being broken into pieces, but even if it is shattered, the pieces of the astrolabe are still pulled by a mysterious force, as if there are stars walking in it.

He Lang said with emotion: "It is indeed a magic weapon that has been enshrined by Koya Mountain for hundreds of years."

Even if it was eroded by the dead energy of the underworld, even if it was smashed to pieces by Ma Cang Ye Wang in anger, the power in it still did not dissipate at all, exuding a faint starlight.

He Lang frowned slightly, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he erased the traces of the heavenly stems and earthly branches depicted on the fragments bit by bit, and at the same time washed these fragments with all his spiritual power, annihilating all the dead energy.

Soon the fragments of the astrolabe turned into ordinary stones, at least from the outside.

He Lang put these stones back into the box. He looked at the countless cracks in the abyss of the underworld, and suddenly shook his hand, throwing out the box containing the fragments of the astrolabe.

The box disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the astrolabe disappeared completely. He Lang let out a long breath, as if he had lifted some heavy burden, and felt better.

He murmured: "The astrolabe has also been taken back, and the coordinates on it have also been erased by me. Unless I track it myself, no one can find me based on the astrolabe..."

Thinking of the goddess of Huangquan, He Lang couldn't help but smile: "In this way, He won't be able to track me, right?"

As for the angry King Ma Cangye...Well, he is already angry anyway, let's talk about it later.

After solving a major matter on his mind, He Lang felt relaxed. He walked around the periphery of the Abyss of the Underworld again, and imprinted the coordinates of the Flying Thunder God that he had researched over the years under a hidden boulder somewhere to ensure that there would never be any After being destroyed by some monsters without eyes, he left the abyss of the underworld.

Diarmuid is right in saying that he really needs to grow up, or he needs to quickly awaken the talent of stroking, otherwise his plan will always lack an important link, and it will easily fail.

But... He Lang rolled his eyes and thought of a good idea.

Zangma should have been operating in the demon world for many years, and he should have quite a lot of influence and channels. I don’t know if he has any news about secret caress. I awakened too slowly. If I can get advice from monsters of the same clan, I should be able to hurry up. .

When He Lang and Zang Ma separated, the two left something for each other to pass on the news. Zang Ma gave He Lang a green magic plant, and He Lang gave Zang Ma a scroll.

Now Helang wants to find the Tibetan horse, all he needs to do is transfer his strength to the magic plant, and the plants within a hundred miles will record his news, and pass it to the place where the Tibetan horse is bit by bit.

Five days after Helang stimulated the magic plant, Zangma came to find it.

Seeing Zangma again, He Lang was a little surprised: "...Wow, you have become a human!"

Cangma was also surprised when he saw He Lang, because the boy in front of him didn't have the slightest feeling of a monster, and even his monster power was extremely pure, like the spiritual power of a human spiritualist or onmyoji, and the feeling of monster power very different.

If it wasn't for Kurama's familiarity with the boy's details, he probably wouldn't have discovered that this guy is a big monster!

Zangma: "Didn't you also become a human? Congratulations, you have finally entered the growth stage."

He Lang wasn't happy at all: "No, it's just that he has entered the growth stage in terms of strength, and his body is still a bit petite."

Zangma sneered unceremoniously: "You can be content, if you want to become like your mother, let's talk about it after more than 100 years!"

Helang shrugged: "What about you? Still growing up? Why can't your ears and tail be retracted?"

Zangma asked strangely: "Why do you take it back? Human ears are so small that they can't hear as far as the ears of the main body, and the tail is also very useful. It can keep warm, and can attack at critical moments. It can be used as a third leg. Helps keep the body in balance..."

He looked at He Lang: "Don't you feel that there is something missing behind the buttocks without the tail?"

"You're right." He Lang laughed when he heard the words, and said happily, "But if you let go of your tail, it's very inconvenient to wear clothes."

Speaking of which, the big tail in the form of the body is indeed very convenient. Zangma is right. He doesn't have to be rigid about the appearance of a person. The tail is quite useful when the monsters fight.

Zang Ma said: "It's fine if you don't wear it! The function of clothes is to protect the body... Oh? Your clothes are interesting."

It was only then that Zangma noticed that the clothes worn by Helang were painted with exquisite dark lines, which were not like the kind of demon lines that spread among monsters, but rather like the superb rune skills that can only be mastered by human spiritualists or onmyojis.

He said, "Where did you get your clothes?"

He Lang proudly said, "I did it myself."

Zang Ma's eyes were dark, and he said nonchalantly: "You found your mother?" Is this a complete inheritance?

"She's dead." He Lang looked at Zang Ma with a smile: "How is it? My mother made a mess, but you can still live well. It seems that you have improved a lot these years!"

Zangma hehe: "I never thought that a big monster as powerful as your mother would plot against a little monster like me. You hid, and your mother disappeared. Countless big monsters thought that I had inherited your mother's power and wealth." , It’s really a good calculation.”

"I also figured it out later. Since my mother was willing to teach me, why did she leave me so soon after I was born?" He Lang couldn't help but sighed when he heard this: "Have you really been tricked by her?"

Zangma was stunned: "You don't know?" He subconsciously repeated: "You don't know?"

In fact, Zang Ma felt that He Lang should have come up with the idea of ​​killing people without paying for their lives.

He Lang said: "If I want to kill you, I don't need to go to such trouble, Zang Ma." He repeated: "I know your name, and you understand what it means."

Speaking of this Tibetan horse, he became even more angry.

"So, Dan and the name are really fake, right?"

Cangma is about to be outraged, motherfucker, the little friend who has been killing each other for ten years even has a fake name!

Just think of the way he paid a huge price for a banshee who was proficient in cursing to cast a curse on Dan and the name, but the spell was indifferent and had no effect, the way the banshee looked at him-it was so mocking and gloating-hidden The horse just wants to go crazy.

What a shame!