By the time Pije came home from the shop downstairs, it was the middle of the night. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

His rumored girlfriend Betty was lying on the couch, eating the last little yellow croaker in the bag very carefully. A slightly salty aroma wafts through the room, which can arouse people's appetite.

Looking at the clothes and pillows that were thrown everywhere, Pije felt exhausted.

Every time Betty was left alone at home, when she came back, she would see such a scene as if she had been bombarded. And the task of cleaning up the battlefield in the end fell on his head as a matter of course.

This time, as if sensing that she was playing too far, Betty reluctantly put down the yellow croaker bag, got up from the couch and shook off the crumbs from her mouth, and looked at him with innocent little eyes.

"Meow—"

That's right, the "Holy Light Candle" that the followers of the Holy Light in Atlantis praised all day long, Miss Betty Stacey, who is called the representative of elegance and nobility, is the Persian cat in front of her, who has a soft spot for the little yellow croaker.

However, such an apology only made Piger's anger even stronger.

The thirteenth, thirteenth in three days, he had cleaned the house. And this time, this stupid cat who loves to mistreat turned out to be ...... I ate all the fish in the bag!

It was the last bit of food Anne had left for them before Angel Amelie's summer camp, and it was two days before she returned.

Does this stupid cat want me, the unlucky bastard, to drink the northwest wind with him?

"Damn, I remember that I obviously stuffed the yellow croaker into the wooden barrel in the far corner of the room, and there was an iron box outside the wooden barrel, and there were two circles of rat sticky around the box, how did this guy break through the layers of defense and steal the yellow croaker?"

There is no need to think about these questions anymore, and the lesson of this stupid cat today is inevitable!

As Betty fudded with her ears with her paws, Pigie pounced viciously.

"Whew-"

"Meow—"

A cat and dog war was staged without any worries.

……

Although countless times before the worshippers who had damaged the Light had worshipped a stupid cat as a holy relic, when Piger appeared on the plane in the form of a dog, he had no interest in saying anything like that.

His bones are full of darkness, ominousness, and end, and this attribute and talent satisfied him as a night mage before his reincarnation, and his status as an "immortal book of the dead" is so prominent.

However, none of this can change the fact that the Glory Flame Dog is a canine.

And in this primordial plane, where there is no other higher race other than humans, and most spells and magic cannot play a role, even the vicious image of Cerberus cannot be displayed, but is inexplicably given another name.

Huskies.

He. Mother. Target......

As a big party, Piger firmly believes that "weight is everything", so he took the top position first.

However, the petite Betty gave full play to the advantages of her size, just hid her whole body in the gap of the sofa, and the two paws that were freed up slapped quickly at Pijie's face in the spirit of "the world's martial arts are only fast and unbreakable".

A faint "light of purification" perturbated with Betty's movements—the Persian cat, which had been blessed and praised for so many days, showed no sign of abating in the primordial plane.

It's a pity that Piger is not afraid of this thing at all, and even enjoys it a little.

Such a male upper female lower body. Obviously, the consumption of both is not small, and according to past experience, the first half hour of the battle between the two sides is purely normal. This time, however, Piger was the first to lose.

As for the reason, on the one hand, it was because the hateful Persian cat suddenly bit his ear and did not let go, and on the other hand, because there was a sound from the door.

It was a residential complex on the edge of Huangyan City, only four stories high, and Pijie lived on the top floor, so no one would pass by at all, and the only people who would come to this house were not in the city.

Then there is only one last possibility left.

Piger's first instinct was to go to the door to take a look, but he was forced to stop before he could leave the couch.

"Mouth, mouth, whoa!"

Betty put her arms around his neck, and the expression was indeed like a young couple in love, no wonder the residents of the neighborhood shouted "together" like fools every time they saw them. But now this scene-

"Whew, he's bleeding!"

Pije jumped up and was about to turn around to fight back, when the door was opened with a "click".

A drunken man appeared in the doorway, his body smelling of disgusting alcohol and tar from long-term smoking, and his clothes were ragged and stained as if they had been pulled out of the ground.

The unshaven face and thin and obscene figure proved that this man was a complete failure in life, and at this moment his face was flushed, and he leaned against the cupboard by the door, and scolded in a slurred whisper:

"Stink... Stinky woman, didn't Lao Tzu just drink a little wine outside, and even put Lao Tzu... Lao Tzu was locked out. If it weren't for Lao Tzu's good skill in picking locks, he would only be able to drink outside today... Drink the northwest wind. Look at Lao Tzu tonight is not good... Torture you well......"

Recently, there have often been some interesting news in Huang Yancheng's newspapers, such as this one two days ago, saying that a drunk broke into other people's doors by mistake at night and slept with their wives.

When Pije was lying in the newspaper and saw this news, he thought it was very strange, but he didn't expect to encounter it today.

The drunken man who broke into the house was called Qiao Sen, the owner of the locksmith's shop at the corner of the street, who was addicted to gambling and good. Lust, alcoholism, all the shortcomings of men are infinitely magnified by him, to the point of disgusting.

If it weren't for the fact that the proprietress weighing 400 pounds smashed him into a broken bone when she fell out of bed one night, it was widely spread in the streets and alleys, I am afraid that Piger would never have noticed such a mouse-like man.

When Pije was still a mage's apprentice, his mentor, Ibn Tashufen, the legendary High Mage who held more than thirty honorary titles in the Night Race, admonished him:

"'Bad' and 'evil' are the most practical and commendable virtues of the mage profession that often deals with necromancy and is inherently rival to the species of light. But as a male, 'rotten' is intolerable. ”

And the thief-eyed man in front of him can obviously only be classified as "rotten".

Wrong door?

If the other party had kicked and beaten instead of picking the lock directly, if the voice had not been deliberately suppressed after entering the door, if the two little eyes like black dates had not been dripping, perhaps Piger would have believed his lie.

As if sensing that no one was in the room, the failed impostor looked around for a moment, then changed to a different face, staring directly at Piger and Betty underneath him.

A short folding dagger opened silently in his hand.

"Dear little pug, isn't your master there?"

Jossen bent down and slowly approached the couch where Piggie was, "Oh, what are you doing?" Doing shameful things with your little girlfriend? Listen, as long as you stay there honestly and promise not to scream and move, I promise you that I will not hurt you and your little girlfriend. Oh, and I will never tell you what I saw today in a way that would affect your good image in the eyes of other little. ”

With that, he stopped and looked at Pyrger with a wary and threatening gaze.

If it were a different place, Pije would not hesitate to jump on it and bite the bastard's throat in one gulp.

Even if most of the spells have failed in this plane, it can be done with strength and agility alone to deal with such a man who has been hollowed out by cigarettes and alcohol.

But at this moment, Piger had to remind himself that if he killed him on the spur of the moment, it would be a very headache to clean the house and hide the body.

And, in a nominally law-abiding world, the sheriffs on tall horses would "buzz" around the house like bees for two or three days, and then make their findings public.

Pije is indeed bad, and can even be said to be a vicious dog, but bad and brainless are two concepts that have nothing to do with each other.

If he bites people everywhere like a mad dog all day long, and everyone sees him so scared that he is scared, and finally causes Huang Yancheng to dispatch the entire SWAT team to hunt him down, then it is not bad, but a complete stupid X.

Seeing that Piger really didn't react, Jossen started tonight's work with a satisfied smile.

"Come on, little pug, and show me what is of value in your master's house." Jossen muttered something to himself as he began to rummage through the room.

"On weekdays, the chubby girl next door always pesters Miss Anne all day long, which is a real headache. Two days ago, when the chubby girl told someone about the summer camp she was going to, I thought Miss Anne would be left alone. It's a pity that Miss Anne went with her. ”

"I've been rehearsing this play for many days. Think about it, a drunk who strayed into someone else's room at night and then mistakenly took a beautiful girl for his wife...... Oh, Huang Yancheng's newspaper is really a good thing, it has provided me with so many perfect ideas. Who can blame for such an accident? I'm completely unconscious! ”

Qiao Sen's face showed a yearning expression, but it was full of loneliness: "Alas, it's a pity that now I only have the opportunity to be a thief." Little pug, do you know how disappointed I am right now? ”

Pierge and Betty looked at each other, and then looked at him very stupidly and innocently, as if they didn't understand, and they seemed to have some sympathy.