"Dog, dog, where did you come from, get out of the way, let go of the master."

No one knows that Fan Jian is a big man of 1.8 meters, and he is afraid of dogs.

This is the after-effect of the orphanage, where the children are not enough to eat, and some of the brave will sneak out to pick up scrap and sell it.

For a few dollars to fight for a tooth sacrifice, once Fan Jian was chased by a wild dog for three streets, and since then he has fallen into the problem of being afraid of dogs.

Although the pastoral dog is not large, only about one meter long, it looks like it is only thirty or forty pounds.

But the claws on Fan Jian's chest weighed more than a thousand catties, with a fierce light in his eyes, and the mouth with fangs exposed was aimed at his throat, so frightened that Fan Jian almost peed his pants.

"Melon, Xiaotian, come back."

A male voice with an accent sounded, and the dog on Fan Jian's body immediately got up and jumped down the stairs.

"Lao Jun, what the hell is going on, you can't have a dog at home, hurry up and beat that beast out, who is he?"

Fan Jian shouted Lao Jun as he got up from the ground and saw a strange young man standing next to Lao Jun.

"Who is he? The dog was brought by him? Obediently, this is not a celebrity, is it? ”

The young man opposite is quite handsome and tall, and can be about 1.9 meters.

Half-length hair is scattered, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, that small appearance, those little fresh meat in the entertainment industry now will be ashamed of themselves.

Wearing a white half-sleeved T-shirt and black sports shorts, he exposes his robust bronzed skin and exudes a strong male hormonal atmosphere.

"Can't you raise a son for the sake? Are you broad-minded? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed you with one shot? ”

"Hahaha, I thought it was a male god, but I didn't expect it to be a tease, Uncle Li, who is this buddy? What did he say? ”

The cold male god who originally looked unsmiling, with a fluent dialect, showed an inexplicable sense of joy.

Fan Jian, who listened to it, laughed heartily, forgetting the moment of shock he had just now.

"Woohoo."

Before Lao Jun could speak, the pastoral dog beside the young man stopped doing it and yelled directly at Fan Jian, so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind Lao Jun.

"Melon cowardice!" The young man looked at Fan Jian with disdain and said another sentence in dialect.

"He scolded the master? Today, the master will teach you a lesson, and I won't see whose territory this is? ”

With a snort, Fan Jian rushed over, he has been like this since he was a child.

is usually easy-going, but as long as he dares to scold him, no matter who it is, he dares to fight hard.

"True Monarch's men are merciful."

As soon as he rushed over, Fan Jian, who was holding Wang Baquan's fist with great momentum, was lifted up by the young man by the collar, which frightened Lao Jun and shouted hurriedly, he was afraid that Fan Jian would be injured.

The form of knowledge changed in an instant, and the young man's body, who had been motionless and loose, went limp, his eyes were closed, and he fell to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably.

As soon as the pastoral dog saw that his master had fallen, he immediately pounced on Fan Jian, and then, like his master, fell to the ground, his body shaking.

"This, what's the matter, Fan Jian, do you have mana?

That is Erlang Zhenjun, the Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun personally sealed by the Jade Emperor, and the god of war in the heavenly court.

The sanctification of the flesh is to be sealed and strengthened, and it is not something that a mortal can defeat. ”

Lao Jun was stunned, and circled around Fan Jian, ignoring Erlang God and Roaring Sky Dog who fell to the ground.

Anyway, Erlang God has eight or nine Xuangong, and he can't die.

"Carving insect skills, who doesn't have a backhand? As a guardian of the gods, how can he walk the rivers and lakes without the effort to press the bottom of the box? ”

Getting up from the ground, Fan Jian stroked his hair and said in a stinky voice.

He is not a fool, he has long guessed that the young man is Erlang God, and there are few immortals with dogs.

What's more, the dog is still barking, although Erlang God speaks in tongues, but he understands these two words.

Yesterday, Lao Jun's reminder Fan Jian seemed to be careless, but in fact, he had already listened to it, and he wanted to do the work of the immortal guardian.

The gods are all unruly, and if they are not shaken, this fairy guardian will always clean up the mess.

So when Erlang scolded him, he decided to make a move, and he wanted to stand up.

However, Fan Jian is not a reckless man, and he has already made plans in his heart.

When he hid behind Lao Jun, he had already hidden the business card in his hand, and with a thought, he turned into a card-type high-voltage electric shocker.

Just as Erlang God grabbed the collar and lifted him up, Fan Jian instantly pressed the switch.

Erlang God's mana was sealed, and now it is just a mortal body.

Although he has good physical fitness and is stronger than normal people, he can't withstand the baptism of high-voltage electricity, and he was thrown to the ground with the roaring dog.

"For the sake, for the sake?"

After a few minutes, Yang Jian eased up and saw Fan Jian and Lao Jun sitting on the sofa, walking over and asking questions.

"Speaking Mandarin, even if you are Erlang God, you are still a mortal now, and you must abide by the rules of the mortal world when you reach the mortal world."

I really can't get used to listening to Yang Jian's dialect, Fan Jian said.

He actually had another purpose, that is, to make this damn immortal's one-day trip yellow.

In this way, he can go to find a new job with peace of mind, so his attitude is very bad, and he hopes that all the gods will return to heaven in a fit of anger.

The customer took the initiative to give up and couldn't complain about him, and the work of the fairy guardian ended naturally, without violating the oath.

"Well, why do you send out the power of thunder and lightning?"

Yang Jian sat at the other end of the sofa angrily, questioned Fan Jian, and beckoned the Roaring Sky Dog to come to his side.

The Roaring Sky Dog looked at Fan Jian cautiously, a little hesitant, for fear that Fan Jian was electrifying it.

"There's a kennel outside, don't come into the room without permission, now, get out."

Fan Jian pointed to the kennel made of wooden planks in the courtyard of the villa, and said with a straight face.

With a whoosh, the dog ran out, got into the kennel and didn't dare to show his head, and hypnotized himself in his heart.

"The dog is under the eaves and has to bow his head, and I am a dirt dog now.

Master, don't blame me, that sour taste makes the dog suspect that the dog is raw, I'm sorry. ”

"Why do you have the power of thunder and lightning?"

Yang Jian scolded the Roaring Heavenly Dog in his heart, and then refused to give up on Fan Jian.

"This is my personal privacy, so I don't need to tell you.

Now that you are a day trip to the mortal world, according to the usual practice, I will announce the relevant regulations, Uncle Li, you can also listen to it. ”

Now that a one-day trip has become a one-year tour, Fan Jian feels that there are some rules that must be explained so that it is easier to manage.

"First of all, the members of the tour group must obey the management and are not allowed to act privately in the middle of the tour.

Second, I have unified arrangements for the clothing, food, housing and transportation of the team members, and they are not allowed to pick the fat and the thin.

Thirdly, the number of group members can be 10 to start the tourism project, and all team members will be active in the villa before making arrangements.

Fourth, if there is an objection to the rules, it will not be accepted, and where to go back and forth from, disqualification.

Uncle Li, you first take Erlang Zhenjun to familiarize yourself with the environment, introduce the modern life in the mortal world, and there are instant noodles in the kitchen when you are hungry. ”

Fan Jian said a lot with a straight face.

I thought to myself: "Why don't you leave, legend has it that Erlang has a hot temper, why hasn't he had a seizure?" ”

Yang Jian was actually angry, but thinking of the purpose of this trip, he suppressed the anger in his heart and did not attack, but his face was dark, and he seemed to be trying his best to suppress it.

"Whatever, anyway, the old man has a TV."

Lao Junyun was light and light, and he didn't feel anything wrong.

"Erlang Zhenjun, what about you?" Fan Jian saw Yang Jian's face and decided to stimulate it.

"Nothing, where is my room?"

Yang Jian gritted his back molars and replied, turning around to go upstairs.

"Uncle Li lives on the first floor, I live on the third floor, and the room on the second floor lives casually, by the way, there is one more thing.

Anything that does not belong to the mortal world and is brought down from heaven must be handed over, and Erlang Zhenjun should not hide it privately, but give it to me. ”

With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Fan Jian stood up and shouted, with expectation in his eyes.