Lord of Pets

"I have a little headache..."

Emperor Mouse pinched his eyebrows, his eyebrows bunched together, with a speechless and choked expression on his face.

"It's been a hundred thousand years, and my head hurts when I think of a living treasure like you among the Twelve Guards... Oh!"

"What?" Ghost Mastiff glanced sideways and suddenly stopped wagging his tail, "Excuse me, the noble Rat Emperor, have you ever achieved anything as big as a pea in these years?"

"What? You didn't understand anything, and you even died once and were forced to reincarnate?"

"Tsk, you are indeed Brother Rat. His unique ability has astonished the world. I am so ashamed of myself!"

The ghost mastiff shook his head, clearly looking like he was going to die. He said that he would be as enchanting as he was, and he would deserve a beating as much as he wanted.

Emperor Mouse took deep breaths not once or twice to calm down his raging anger.

He looked down at the ghost mastiff, as if examining a dead dog, and asked angrily:

"What about you? Your noble Lord Liigou, do you have any great achievements that are worthy of being remembered and remembered throughout the ages?"

"That's too much."

Gou Shou hummed a little tune and said in a slow and disdainful tone:

"Brother Dog, I have worked for a hundred thousand years, and correspondingly, I have suppressed the Pale Hand for a hundred thousand years."

"If I hadn't endured the humiliation, silently exerted my strength, and lived a hazy and tireless life in this barren place, my pale hands would have escaped thirty thousand years ago, and I wouldn't have been able to survive today!"

"..." Emperor Shu tilted his mouth, intending to refute or question.

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them anyway.

The dog-headed ghost mastiff looks so arrogant and domineering over the rat, it is certainly an angry rat.

But if what he said came true, and suppressed the pale hand for a hundred thousand years, it would be impossible to turn a blind eye to these nine understated words and pass them by.

"Have you had enough trouble?" Sun Priest Usagi's calm eyes fell on the dog, and then he stared at the mouse.

The two suddenly felt a chill on their necks, and subconsciously closed their mouths. The momentum of the confrontation disappeared in an instant.

"You've lived for so many years, why are you acting like two little kids?"

"Goshou, tell me the specific situation. What happened to the River of Reincarnation and the Pale Hand?"

"Sister Priest, can you give me a little bit of your origin first?"

The Ghost Mastiff opened his eyelids and looked like he was about to faint. He was dying and said pitifully:

"I have worked for a hundred thousand years and I am able to survive until now. Can you imagine how much pain and grievance I have suffered?"

"If I can get a little bit of the origin that belongs to Sister Priest, I will definitely be able to stand up strong, revive the wind of the male dog, and fight against the Pale Hand for three thousand three hundred and thirty three days with a look on the world..."

Gou Shou didn't finish his words.

Sun Priest Rabbit interrupted expressionlessly:

"The Rat Head and I are the only two guards who can fight. The only resources we have are not necessarily enough for ourselves and cannot be shared with you."

"You'd better find other leaders. Everyone is here. Let's see who is willing to help you."

"Others?" Ghost Mastiff blinked and tilted his head strangely.

Then he saw the light doors opening one by one, the eight-armed Titan Dragon God, the Six Paths Immortal Tree, the Yakumo Black Jade Kirin, and the Long Live Jade Beast crawling out of Bai Wushang's arms.

Four extraordinary beings with monstrous momentum or mysterious auras, the surrounding light and mist were hazy, and four marks floated out at the same time.

"Damn it, Jiyi Monkey... Canglan Pig... Futian Split Divine Tiger... Vast Sea Demonic Ox?"

"What the hell? How come all the brothers and sisters are linked to a human pet? I have stabbed the guard's nest, and so many brothers are watching my miserable condition?"

"Come on, old ghost, it's up to you to be happy."

The Futian Split Divine Tiger woke up again, and faintly condensed into an illusory tiger. It faced the Ghost Mastiff and said speechlessly:

"Look at us, we have no mark, and we have completely lost our miraculous body."

"As for you, although your perception is indeed a bit exhausted, you have not participated in the guardian spirit transformation ceremony, and you still have your own body."

"In this case, you can't even commit suicide. If you take a short rest, you'll be alive and kicking in no time."

"Brother, look where this is?!" Ghost Mastiff stared, "This is the River of Reincarnation! The oldest taboo place in the world!"

"If Heaven could intervene here at will, why would its pale hand have been dormant for a hundred thousand years, eroding some of the laws and causing the current out-of-control situation?"

"The old ghost is here. He is still accompanied by the remnants of Mi Lingzi from the past 50,000 years. He can occasionally say a few words."

"For the next 50,000 years, it will be a purely lonely struggle! There is nothing, only emptiness, emptiness, emptiness. I am not crazy. I am still dedicated to my duty. If you don't praise me, forget it, but you still want to belittle me. I……"

The ghost mastiff spurted a mouthful of blood, and even though the blood looked transparent, every creature present could tell that it was an illusion.

But the atmosphere was silent for a long time. Whether it was the Futian Split Divine Tiger, the Vast Sea Demonic Ox, or the Extremely Intentional Monkey, they all looked at the Ghost Mastiff with complicated expressions.

"Lord Goushou, the first god king of our clan... was he still alive fifty thousand years ago?"

It was Xi Shazi who broke the silence. His eyes suddenly lit up like a frightened dog, and he said brightly.

"You are the new god king of the demon clan? Not bad, you have some promise."

The ghost mastiff glanced at it, not much curiosity, only endless vicissitudes:

"Mi Lingzi sacrificed his flesh and blood soul to seal the Pale Head."

"But the old ghost is not a vegetarian. He took back a strand forcefully, giving him a little chance to survive."

"Unfortunately, that residual memory was too fragile after all, and Mi Lingzi only survived fifty thousand years under my protection."

"When the time comes, his soul is gone, and his vitality is completely wiped out. For him, it is a kind of relief..."

"The ancestor is immortal, and I, the demon race, will always recite his true name!"

Ji Shazi's eyes were blank for a moment, but a second later, like a lit torch, endless fighting spirit erupted.

"In the final analysis, the culprit is the evil spirit from the beginning!"

"This group of insidious and sinful people would like to peel off their skin, eat their flesh, and drink their blood..."

Jiyi Monkey sighed softly and said calmly and forcefully:

"I have some stored origins here. They were originally reserved for rabbit heads or rat heads in case of emergencies."

"Since the dog head is still alive and in a particularly bad condition, I will give it to you."

As the words fell, a little fluorescent light fell, and ripples in the space rippled everywhere.

The dog-headed ghost mastiff gathered in the center closed its eyes comfortably, its limbs twitched, but its expression was as happy as heaven.

After about ten minutes, He stood up again.

I can no longer feel the feeling of being weak and about to die.

"The monkey head is awesome!"

"These origins are so pure that they don't even need to be refined by me, they have been integrated into my dried blood... It's so refreshing!!"

"As long as it's useful." Jiyi Monkey nodded, "Being reduced to a mark, I won't be able to fight no matter what."

"I can only do some logistical support work to help those of you who are responsible for the combat power."