It is a small village with a unique architectural style in the western region, square, tofu-like houses, carved decorations that can force dense phobia, and naturally, it also has the unique sparse population of the western region.

There are no other villages within a radius of miles from this small village.

A large mastiff was walking around the village, not slow, swift, and its fur barely smooth in the moonlight, but its claws were no longer sharp.

It is an old dog, and the years have left too many traces on its body, not only its claws, but also the scars that spread like centipedes, but also the testimony of time and time.

But it has evolved, and its skills are still quite agile, with the vigilance of the mastiff of the old man, and far more powerful than when he was in his prime, although this still can't be changed, and its physique is still weakening step by step.

The mastiff stood at the door of a room, looking at the door, which was far shorter than his own calf, and there was some human amazement.

Time is fair, and the awakening of the body when it is about to die of old age brings about the continuation of life, which is only the same multiple of the last life.

Even if he cultivates every day, his body is still aging day by day, and if he doesn't wake up, death is near.

The mastiff stood in front of the door for a long time before turning his head and walking forward again, where he was going was the entrance of the village.

It often goes there, and there is usually an old man watching it, and at that time, he is full of sadness, sad to look at him, and walks by with a secret step.

Now, he is no longer a secret, and he has been back for a short time, but he has not been seen.

He was sick and never went out again.

Although, he should have known what others had told him, the news that he had returned.

It's serious!

The mastiff glanced back at the house again, but at this time, the village where the lights had been extinguished was no longer the familiar humans, and there was no familiar figure at the door of the house.

The mastiff dug the ground, then walked to the entrance of the village, walked to the entrance of the village, walked to the tree at the entrance of the village, and looked carefully at the tree, it raised its legs and poured a soak of urine, and after planing the ground, it looked back at the familiar number of trees again, and was very satisfied with his masterpiece.

There were so many beasts in this vast area, and it had fought a lot when it was younger, so it knew exactly what it needed to do.

It needs to be on the ground nearby at all times, leaving traces of its existence, and it often does so, when it is young, when it is in the prime of life, when it is old, until now.

Yes, it uses this to stop the little things that don't measure themselves, and as for the big ones, I hope they won't meet them!

After all, the mastiff looked at his minions, and he was already old.

If it weren't for the unexpected awakening when he left the village to wait for death in the wilderness, he probably wouldn't have returned to this village, and he wouldn't have seen the old man again.

Buried by the wind and sand, rotten in the wilderness, leaving a thought for the owner and giving yourself a belonging, isn't it the best ending for a dog?

After doing the daily mastiff, he raised his head to look at the silver-white moon in the sky, and with the opening of his big mouth, the moonlight began to converge, and the light of the stars swam around it, and then formed a light white ball of light.

That's right, he's ongoing, and he's going to do it every day.

It doesn't have any cultivation techniques, only the unique ones are the instinctive breathing, and the absorption of the primordial moonlight, although after entering the body, there is no one in ten, and it can't even stop the passing vitality, but what does it have to do with it?

If it can continue to live, it should already be grateful, and it only wishes that it will not die in front of that old man.

It's sad to gain and lose!

Probably.

Yesterday during the day, some strangers came, and they took most of the humans in the village, and also his few companions, and the juniors he watched grow up.

The old man was reluctant to go, and he was told that it was because he was sick and serious.

But it knew that it was not only because of this, but also because he was guarding someone, someone who had been dead for a long time.

It remembered that person, it was she watched grow up, how many springs and autumns?

I don't remember clearly, the tree at the entrance of the village has grown from a sapling to what it is now, more than ten meters tall, and it is also guarding, not guarding its dead hostess, but, guarding the old man, guarding him to finish the last journey.

Had it awakened earlier, it remembered its younger companions, sturdy, strong, with a physique far beyond the prime of life, and still sharp minions.

The surviving vitality has been magnified several times because of awakening, and they still have a long time to live, but they don't know how long they have left.

Envy is naturally certain, who would want to die if they can live, so do people, and so do dogs.

However, I would have died in the first place!

Is this a gift?

Yes, that's the word, and it should be considered a gift!

Then you can't expect too much, and it's good to be smart before you die, and to be able to remember most of the things you used to do, isn't it?

The mastiff, which was thinking about these while cultivating, suddenly stood up from its cultivation, its ears moved, and it looked at the horizon in the distance, where something seemed to be approaching.

That's right, there's something.

The movement and smell are not unfamiliar, and even, very familiar.

Wolves, it has seen too many wolves in its life, and even, it can roughly guess their number now, this is not a small wolf pack formed by lone wolves who report to the group for warmth, but a big wolf pack with a wolf king.

How did they come here?

Am I going to die?

Why don't you want me to pay him for the last ride?

The mastiff looked back at the familiar house again, it hadn't been in it for a long, long time, and it hadn't been in it since it had stepped out into the wilderness.

But now, it suddenly wanted to go in and have a look.

Look at the place where you have lived for a long time, look at the familiar old man.

But soon, it turned its head again and looked at the place where the obvious sand had been lifted, through which it could even see the head of the wolf in charge, whose expression seemed to be panicked, but as it turned its gaze to itself, it became fierce again.

The mastiff knows this expression well, and the wolves ...... I want to hunt for food.

The hind legs bent slightly, and as the earth on the ground rolled up, the mastiff's huge size rushed straight out, facing the wolves that were rushing over.

Just as the two sides were about to collide together, the mastiff suddenly turned around and ran out in the other direction.

The wolves were naturally reluctant to give up the meat in their hands, and chased after it, and as the sand and dust filled the area, a large number of wolves began to separate and put on a hunting posture.

Farewell, my master.

The mastiff thought as he ran forward, turned back again, and took one last look at the house in the distance.

At this moment, it saw a man from a distance, an old man with whom it knew very well.

He stood at the doorway of the house, looking at it with a sad face, the moonlight shining on his old face, and on his thin back, a faint white glow.

The mastiff stopped, turning to look at the wolves who hesitated as he stopped.

He looked sideways again at the village not far away, at the familiar figure, who was still old, still so weak.

However, the mastiff set his eyes on the ground, the ground that was reflected by the moonlight like white jade, he was familiar with him, but he did not, every time the mastiff saw him, the familiar shadow.

Is that so?

"Wang!"

The mastiff let out a roar and rushed towards the huge pack of wolves.

It was only when he rushed towards the wolves that he finally saw behind the huge sand.

It turned out that it was not a wolf.