Ghost King's Vicious Dog

One year later in early autumn.

Jiang Tian pushed open the glass door of the convenience store and walked in.

It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and there was only a boy in his 20s on the night shift at the cash register, with dyed yellow hair, wearing only short sleeves and basketball shorts.

After all, the weather has just entered autumn, and the body surface temperature only stays in the cool stage, which is not considered cold, but Jiang Tian has already put on a half-thick knitted cardigan to resist the cool autumn night wind.

"The dog is old, and his body is useless." Jiang Tian sighed pretendingly.

Of course he is not old, and the lifespan of a monster gets longer the more he cultivates. Jiang Tian, ​​who is more than 100 years old, is still a young man with no hair. .

But he lost most of his demon soul because of jumping off a cliff a year ago, and now he is not in good health, especially chills.Looking back now, Jiang Tian admired himself very much. He was able to climb out of the mountain after suffering such a serious injury. How awesome.

He walked to the cashier and said to Huang Mao, "Here is a pack of Liqun."

Huang Mao put down the mobile game, took a pack of red and white cigarettes from behind and handed it over, "16 yuan."

Jiang Tian took out a [-] piece from his wallet and gave it to him. Huang Mao was about to change, but Jiang Tian hurriedly flipped through the wallet again, "Wait a minute, I have a [-] piece here."

At the same time as the green RMB was turned out, a card the size of a business card also fell out and landed on the table with a bang.

Huang Mao picked it up for him, glanced at it, and asked enthusiastically: "Press card? I can't tell that you are already working, are you still a reporter? Are you making a lot of money?"

"It's just barely enough to make ends meet." Jiang Tian put his ID back into his wallet, and Huang Mao asked anxiously again: "Can you reporters get close to female stars, can you ask for an autograph?"

Jiang Tian curled his lips, "I'm a social reporter, and I don't care about celebrities." He half-truthfully said: "But if the boss defaults on your salary, you can come to me and expose it, and I will guarantee that the trouble will cause him to close down."

Huangmao said weakly: "...I am the boss."

Jiang Tian calmly said, "Oh, pretend I didn't say anything."

It has been more than a year since he escaped from the ghost town, and he has somehow come out of the shadow Shao Xing brought him, and he still has the energy to joke with others.

Jiang Tian casually stood by the counter, opened the cigarette case, and chatted with Huang Mao at the same time, it was raining lightly outside, and someone who also stayed up late opened the door to buy things, and the cold wind suddenly blew in, Jiang Tian was blown by the wind suddenly, turned his head, covered his mouth and coughed violently.

Huang Mao said: "Wow, brother, if you are not in good health, don't smoke, it will shorten your life."

"It's nothing, it's just a cold in the changing seasons." Jiang Tian calmed down, took a look at the rainy night outside, and felt that the rain was not heavy, and it didn't matter if he didn't use an umbrella.

So he said goodbye to Huang Mao, turned around and walked out of the convenience store.

A black Maybach 62 was parked on a street corner in the distance. It was a rare multi-million-level car in this city, and it was a luxury car. Jiang Tian couldn't help but take a second look.

I saw a tall man who looked like a bodyguard in black standing next to the car, with his back to him, holding an umbrella that was also pure black in his hand, and opened the car door respectfully.

The people inside didn't get out of the car, but just gestured to the bodyguard, and the bodyguard bent down, as if listening to the other party's order.

This kind of scene is not common. Jiang Tian squinted his eyes and watched in confusion for a while, and suddenly felt that the silhouette of the person in the car looked very much like Shao Xing!

His heart was beating wildly in an instant, almost jumping out of his throat. The fear of being away for a year made Jiang Tian tremble violently, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't breathe.

He didn't even have the ability to think at all, and he didn't even dare to confirm whether that person was Shao Xing, so he turned around and ran into the alley next to him, fleeing towards his rented apartment.

Jiang Tian's current body could no longer support him running wildly for a long time, but even though he was out of breath and his chest seemed about to explode, he didn't dare to stop, and he didn't even dare to look back, so he buried his head and rushed into the unit building. With trembling hands, he opened the door with the key, staggered in, and then locked the door forcefully.

Panting in shock, he slid his back against the door and sat on the floor, curled up his back and covered his mouth and coughed, his stomach churned, and there were spots of blood in his palms.

Jiang Tian blocked his eyes with the back of his hand tiredly, gritted his teeth and cursed, "Fuck, it's really useless..."

A ferocious-looking German Shepherd came out from a dark corner, squatted down in front of Jiang Tian, ​​barked twice, and tilted its head to look at him.

Jiang Tian stretched out his hand to it as if asking for help, "Come, Jinan, come here."

This German shepherd called Jinan approached obediently, and arched Gong Jiangtian's palm with the tip of his wet and cool black nose, and then lay down in his arms.

Jiang Tian hugged it tightly, buried his face in the other's hot fluff, felt its breath, and his heartbeat gradually stabilized.

After half an hour like this, Jiang Tian finally had the strength to stand up and went to the kitchen to open canned snacks for Jinan.

This big, warm-hearted and obedient dog was picked up by Jiang Tian from the street.

At that time, Jiang Tian had just escaped from the ghost town for half a month, and he was in a state of distress, so he shouldn't have kept a dog.

But at that time, Jinan was lying dirty in the heavy rain, looking at Jiang Tian with a pair of black eyes, Jiang Tian also looked at it with an umbrella, stray dogs looked at stray dogs, a feeling of sympathy spontaneously arose.

So he took the half-grown dog home, washed it, and raised it.

In short, when you have money, you are rich, and when you have no money, you are poor, and you have grown up so much.

Jiang Tian simply cooked a bowl of noodles, and went to bed after eating, but he could not help but roll over and over, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

If the person just now was really Shao Xing, he must have come to arrest him.

He is now incomplete, weak in body, and unable to use spells. If he is captured, he will suffer a lot.Shao Xing's usual terrifying and vicious methods can torture people to the point of death. Although Jiang Tian has never really experienced it, he has seen it with his own eyes.

The more Jiang Tian thought about it, the more frightened he became. He didn't feel safe lying on the bed alone, so he got out of bed with his pillow in his arms, stepped on the wooden floor with his bare feet, walked to Jinan's kennel, squatted down and squeezed in to be with it. sleep.

Jinan: "Huh?"

"Don't be so stingy, just borrow it for one night." Jiang Tian leaned on his own pillow and hugged Jinan as a hug pillow.

Jinan: "Wang."

"You also think I should hide at home for a few days, right? I'll ask my supervisor for leave tomorrow morning, so I won't go to work."

Jinan: "..."

"It's okay, I won't deduct a lot of wages if I miss a few days of work, and we can still afford dog food."

The benefits of raising a dog were fully reflected at this time. Jiang Tian hugged the furry in his arms, while chatting as if comforting himself, curled up his thin body, and slowly fell asleep.