A skinny, cute and pitiful little black milk dog was staring at Yang Qiao with wide black eyes, making a trembling and faint whimper.

Yang Qiao sighed helplessly at the thin little milk dog, and promised Rhubarb that no matter how troublesome it was, he would have to take care of his child.

But wait, rhubarb is yellow hair, how did you give birth to a black......-haired dog?

Yang Qiao was a little speechless and took the little black dog out of the tattered kennel.

This little guy must have been hungry, he didn't struggle at all in Yang Qiao's arms, and couldn't wait to stretch out his head and bite Yang Qiao's fingers and suck violently.

Let's chirp~~

"Boom~~"

I'll go!

Yang Qiao's heart was broken at the moment, Xiao Hei hadn't eaten for a long time, and he actually sucked my fingers as milk......

This has to be known to people not to die of laughter.

He endured the itching of his fingers, looked left and right, and saw no one else's shadow, so he breathed a sigh of relief. I lowered my head and saw the little black dog biting its fingers eagerly sucking, and felt a little sorry for it.

Since Rhubarb engaged, Xiao Hei hadn't eaten for a long time, and now it's a miracle that he survived.

Don't worry, Rhubarb, I will definitely take care of Xiao Hei for you.

Yang Qiao said silently in his heart, holding Xiao Hei, who was still sucking his index finger, and walked forward with his lead-filled legs. It's so late tonight, so I have to take a taxi home...... This month's pocket money is gone.

Yang Qiao thought miserably in his heart, and suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips. Looking down, I saw that the fangs in Xiao Hei's mouth had bitten through his index finger, and he was sucking hard at the wound.

Zizi~

Faint!

This little milk dog is actually sucking his own blood!

Yang Qiao was originally a little dizzy, but being stimulated by this, a spirit came to his senses, forcefully pulled his hand out of Xiao Hei's mouth, and glanced at it by the light on the side of the road, and the sweat on his forehead came down.

The wound was the size of a grain of rice, but it was so deep that it looked like a small hole. The flesh around the wound is whitish and appears to be in a state of excessive blood loss.

Yang Qiao swallowed his saliva, and his puzzled eyes moved to the little black head, only to see that the little milk dog was so thin that he was about to lose his shape, with big eyes and tears, looking innocent and pitiful.

Alas, most of them are hungry and faint, forget it......

Yang Qiao felt that he was a little too sensitive, he touched two handfuls of Xiao Hei's head, and when he was about to leave, the little milk dog in his arms suddenly stood up. The two weak little paws struggled to support their bodies, the hairs on their backs exploded, their eyes widened, and with all their strength, they let out the most powerful roar towards the end of the long black street.

"Whoa~"

The little milk dog who has been hungry for several days is barking at the street, and the sound is negligible, which is very joyful.

Yang Qiao looked behind him with some confusion, is there anything there?

Nothing.

The little black dog is just too sensitive.

Yang Qiao patted the little black dog's head helplessly, calmed it down, and walked towards the brightly lit street.

Shortly after he left, the street lights next to the old street flashed a few times, and then went out abruptly.

The entire neighborhood was plunged into deep darkness.

A slow, strangely rhythmic footstep suddenly sounded, breaking the silence.

"Click, click......"

Even if the street is no longer haunted, in the early hours of the morning, the sudden echo of footsteps still seems extremely eerie.

Through a little glimmer of light in the sky, it can be faintly seen that this is a person covered in black fog.

Rustle rustle......

The shadows of the surrounding trees came to life, and the branches and leaves swayed, dancing like demons.

The strange figure wandered around like a trapped beast, walked to the place where rhubarb had been purified, looked down and sniffed, his head jerked up, and the place where it belonged to the eye erupted with a blood-red light.

……

The night is dark, on the other side of Wuhan.

In the quiet room, Ma Xiaoling sat cross-legged, she was only wearing a close-fitting small coat, revealing her ice muscles and jade bones.

On the table in front of Ma Xiaoling was a sword.

This is the natal sword that belongs to the descendants of the Sword Sect. Every time the Sword Sect cultivates, it is to sacrifice and practice against its own sword, communicate with the sword mind, and condense the sword qi in the heart.

But at this moment, Ma Xiaoling seemed a little distracted, and he didn't have his usual concentration at all.

"Yang Qiao, who is he? Why does he have such strong strength and choose to be so low-key......? Discovered a great secret?"

In the silence of the night, the girl was confused and talked to herself.

……

Farther away, as the moderator of the dragon world, after using all means to find Lu Weijiu, he was almost discouraged in a snap of his fingers.

And the main owner of the human flesh search he developed, Yang Qiao, has already fallen asleep with the little black dog in his arms. He was so tired.

At the window of Yang Qiao's room, Lu Weijiu stood in front of the window, looking up at the night sky.

The stars in the sky change.

On the earth, the lights are brilliant,

The dragon vein looms.

……

It was finally dawn.

Yang Qiao felt that his eyes were very heavy, and he couldn't hold them open. But suddenly there was a hot thing licking around on his face, Yang Qiao barely squeezed a trace of his eyelids, and immediately saw a black head in front of him.

Yang Qiao finally woke up. He remembered that when he came home last night, fortunately he didn't alarm his mother, and then after tiptoeing back to the room with Xiao Hei in his arms, his spirit immediately dispersed, and he forgot to wash up, and he fell to the bed with Xiao Hei in his arms, and immediately knew who was unknown.

Yang Qiao sat up from the bed with a spirit.

Worst!

If my mother finds out that she slept without washing last night, and even slept in bed with a puppy in her arms, she would definitely be furious.

Yang Qiao turned over and got out of bed, looked back at the bed, and suddenly felt that he couldn't cry or laugh.

The little milk dog, Xiao Hei, was squatting on the bed with a tiger's head, biting one of Yang Qiao's stinky socks in its mouth, tilting its head to look at Yang Qiao, looking cute.

"Xiao Hei, don't you think my socks stink?" Yang Qiao reached out and grabbed the socks in Xiao Hei's mouth, and persuaded it step by step: "Xiao Hei, come, loosen your mouth." ”

Woo~

The little black dog shook his head, didn't let go, and took a few steps back.

Yang Qiao was a little helpless, and was about to go up and bring it over, when a familiar knock sounded outside the door, and Liu Xiaolian's voice sounded at the same time: "Yang Qiao, are you up?"

"No!" replied Yang Qiao reflexively.

"Haven't gotten up yet, if you don't hurry up, you'll be late. Liu Xiaolian was a little anxious, and knocked more than a dozen times in a row, seeing that Yang Qiao did not respond, she simply unscrewed the door directly.

In the room, Yang Qiao sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, his hair was messy and sweaty, looking at him with a strange expression.

"What are you doing?" Liu Xiaolian looked around the room suspiciously, not finding anything special. But looking at Yang Qiao's reaction, there seemed to be something wrong, which made her wonder.

"It's okay, Mom, I just got up to change my clothes, can you go out first?" Yang Qiao was very calm, but in a place where Liu Xiaolian didn't find it, a ball of meat suddenly bulged somewhere on the blanket.

Yang Qiao glanced at it, his heartbeat was about to stop, and he quickly held down Xiao Hei under the blanket.

Black, don't make trouble at a critical moment.

Liu Xiaolian didn't see anything, shook her head, turned around to close the door, and just when Yang Qiao let out a sigh, her movements suddenly stopped, turned her head and said, "No, Yang Qiao, why are you still covering a blanket on such a hot day?"

The little milk dog squirmed between Yang Qiao's legs, and was almost about to get out, Yang Qiao hurriedly held it down again, and squeezed out a smile to Liu Xiaolian by the door: "Mom, I slept with the air conditioner on last night." ”

"Oh. Liu Xiaolian didn't think much about it, "In the future, if it's not too hot, let's use an electric fan, and pay attention to saving...... Hurry up and get it ready for breakfast. ”

"Okay mom. Yang Qiao's face smiled like a trumpet flower, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

When Liu Xiaolian closed the door, he finally relaxed in one breath, and the whole person almost collapsed.

……

Junior class.

When Yang Qiao walked into the class quickly, the classmates in the class were already here. He trotted to his place, then held his bag and carefully placed it on the table.

There was a mass in the bag that seemed to squirm a little.

That's Blackie.

Yang Qiao hadn't figured out how to explain to his mother that there was an extra dog in the house. I wanted to say it in the morning, but I felt the air pressure in my house...... Mom seems to be still in a cold war with Dad.

In this kind of atmosphere, if Xiao Hei's matter is mentioned, eighty percent will be scolded.

Yang Qiao thought left and right, and for safety, he brought the little black stuff to the school. In short, it can be delayed for a moment longer, and when my mother is in a good mood, it will be more likely to pass.