Daddy can spell

Already out of the sight of the "temporary husband", the mountain dog couldn't help but look back, and saw a faint white.

There was some subtle emotion in its eyes.

It seems to be parting.

There is also sadness.

More, it is firm.

Following the smell imprint it had left before, it ran wildly all the way, at the fastest speed in its life, until it reached the edge of the formation.

In the process of running, its body became bloated and thin at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The reason for the bloat is that the stomach began to grow rapidly, and the flesh was full of flesh. There was a life inside, which was growing at an astonishing speed. When running, it was even shaking.

The reason for the emaciation is that the energy and spirit of its whole body seemed to be absorbed by that little life. The originally plump body transformed into a skinny one, and the shiny fur quickly withered and fell with the wind.

This is a terrifying and weird change.

It's just that it doesn't have the slightest fear.

The Mountain Dog is unique.

This is not just an adjective used to describe its mighty strength and rare bloodline, but a real and bloody fact.

There will not be another Mountain Dog in the world.

When the previous generation of mountain dogs became pregnant, all the essence, qi, and blood in its body would be quickly used to nourish that little life, trying to gestate it in the shortest possible time.

To die, to give birth to new life.

This is how the Mountain Dog is passed on.

Countless mountain dogs in history have done this, and it is precisely because of this that the glory of this race has been created.

In this world, there may have been powerful dragons, but they disappeared in the end.

Perhaps, there were also immortal phoenixes, and they also disappeared.

But the mountain dog lineage has never disappeared from ancient times to the present.

The belly was getting bigger and bigger, and the mountain dog felt a sharp pain, which was a sign that it was about to give birth. It stopped, and with the last strength, it pawed the ground frantically.

The soft soil kept flying up and gathered into a mound beside it.

Not long after, a deep pit of nearly three meters was formed, in the shape of a gourd, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. It slid down quickly, with its head facing down and its belly facing up.

Curled up in the moist and warm earth pit, it waited quietly.

A dog, waiting for the moment of death.

A mother, waiting for the birth of her child.

In the pit, there are a few blue silver grasses that have just been dug up. It left it on purpose. This kind of grass is very bitter and can be used to refresh oneself.

Slowly, chewing bit by bit, it closed its eyes.

Time passed by every minute and every second...

Its body suddenly twitched violently, the pain was extreme, and a life was desperately squeezing out of the narrow opening of its lower body, wanting to breathe fresh air and bathe in the sun.

It endured desperately, sweating profusely, and the few remaining hairs were all stuck to its body, making it look uglier than before.

It didn't dare to move its body, it just squeezed little by little.

at last……

Two lumps of meat came out.

There are two babies in this one.

The newborn puppies are wet all over and have sparse hair. They look like two large mice and are pink.

The mountain dog was weak and touched two small things with its head, one had a penis and the other didn't.

After the two little creatures came out, they instinctively arched towards it, looking for the sweet and moist breasts. The deciduous teeth hadn't grown yet, but the bite was painful.

It lowered its head, glanced silently, opened its mouth, and its sharp teeth landed on the neck of the newborn son.

Hard.

Warm blood flowed out.

The other lucky one didn't know what happened, but was still sucking desperately. The film in the eyes had gradually melted away, revealing a pair of big watery eyes.

Its fur is a bit whitish, showing a black and white posture, and some of its physical characteristics have been inherited from its father.

The mountain dog moved its body closer to make it easier to suck.

The little guy was sucking fast, the corners of his mouth were a little red, and he drank not only milk, but also... blood.

Not only did it go for a long time, but its stomach finally became chubby, probably because it was full, and it hummed twice, supporting itself with its two legs, trying to stand up independently.

It wobbled, fell down several times, and was covered with mud, but it finally stood up.

After this scene, a hint of relief appeared in the watchdog's eyes. He raised his head and glanced at the top, and then at his only child. It jumped out of the hole with great difficulty.

The air is very fresh, with the fragrance of grass and earth.

The wind is very warm, blowing on the body is very comfortable.

The sun is very warm, making it lazy and sleepy.

It opened its eyes wide, stood up, stretched long, exhausted all its strength, and let out a last cry of life.

"Ouch..."

The sound was very sharp and loud, resounding through the mountains and forests, and countless birds were frightened and flew up.

The last howl of the mountain dog still has the momentum of a powerful mountain forest.

Many green leaves fell on its fallen body, like a green shroud.

……

Jing'an Temple.

The air was filled with a strong aroma of wine, Qin Long was drinking, taking one sip after another, his wine seemed to never run out, and he also seemed to never get drunk.

Suddenly, his ears twitched and he stood up abruptly.

The sound was far away.

Others may not hear it, but he still hears it.

The barking of the mountain dog has the meaning of farewell in the voice.

Realizing what happened, his whole body trembled violently, and he couldn't even hold the wine jug, and it fell to the ground, and the clear wine flowed out.

Honglian glanced at him silently, stood up, turned her head and left.

Qin Long grabbed his disheveled hair, his eyes were red, his knees softened, and he knelt heavily in the direction of the voice.

For him, it is not only a dog, but also a brother who has accompanied him for a long time, and also a part of his life.

Qin Long pinched his lips with two fingers, wanting to whistle again.

Whenever he heard the whistle, the mountain dog would come out from the corner, stare at himself with the only remaining eye.

And now... never will, never will.

Kneeling quietly on the spot, I don't know how long it has passed, Qin Long stood up, wiped his eyes expressionlessly, picked up his wine pot, and strode down the mountain.

This time I came out of the mountain, originally to repay the favor of the year.

But now, he took the life of his brother.

My own brother has proved Li Xuan's strength with his life.

That... is definitely an existence that he cannot match for the time being.

After all, with the alertness and strength of the mountain dog, it didn't even escape.

He can't be in a hurry, he can't be in a hurry to seek revenge on Li Xuan, he can only lie dormant for a while, wait, and look for opportunities.

Originally, Qin Long didn't have much hostility towards Li Xuan, and if he could pay back a favor, he would pay it back, but if he couldn't, there was nothing he could do about it.

But now, the enmity is completely settled.

"The Wen family..."

"The Wen family!"