I spread my legs and ran towards the kitchen door. Various objects fell around me one after another. People screamed one after another. The kitchen suddenly became very lively. I was about to complete the victory ceremony.
When I was escaping, a big stick suddenly hit my head. If it hit my head, wouldn't it mean that my head would be smashed!
I sat back with my two hind legs in an emergency, then suddenly kicked my front legs back a few steps and tilted my head back as hard as I could. The big stick whizzed past my face with the sound of the whistling wind.
Then, with a "bang" sound, the big stick hit the delicious food in my mouth. So, I could only watch the yellow thing rolling and abandoning me decisively, which made me bark in anger.
When I got up, there was a "pop" sound, and the remaining delicious food in my mouth fell to the ground in front of me along with my protest.
With a "whoop" sound, the big stick that was swung away just now came back again. I kicked up my four legs and jumped to the side, then quickly turned around and opened my sharp mouth to reveal my sharp teeth towards the person holding the big stick.
I bit him hard with my hand, but I used all my strength, because I wanted that hand to pay the price of blood in order to relieve the hatred in my heart.
"Crack", I bit it firmly, but the thing in my mouth was hard and cold. Obviously it was not the hand I bitten. At some point, an iron rod came out halfway and lay across it.
It was between my sharp teeth and the hand, so I bit down firmly on the iron rod.
Before the pain of breaking the sharp teeth caused by biting the iron rod could be transmitted to my dog's brain, the iron rod was thrown straight to the side, and there was an immediate gap between my sharp teeth and the iron rod.
There were sparks and a sharp and ear-piercing sound from the friction between my teeth and metal. My body was also thrown out. After a "clang", my body slid down the kitchen door and fell to the ground.
I couldn't care less about the huge pain in my mouth and body. I stood up as soon as I could and growled, showing my incomplete sharp teeth to demonstrate to the people gathered in front of me. My high-erected tail would not fall down.
The battle flag and the slightly lowered body are the signals that I am about to launch another charge.
"Tsk tsk! This dog is really powerful. He's already like this and he's not afraid."
"That's right, you look at it like that, it still wants to bite someone!"
"Why don't we catch it and stew it? Come to think of it, we haven't eaten dog meat for a long time!"
"No, it's dirty. It looks like a stray dog. You're not afraid of getting sick if you eat its meat."
"That's right, maybe this is a mad dog after all!"
Suddenly, a big net fell from the sky. I tried to hide but it was too late. I struggled desperately in the net, but the net tightened tighter and tighter until it completely bound my body and I could no longer move. The waving pair of hands before
A pair of big hands with big sticks and iron bars appeared. I raised my head with difficulty in the net and looked at the owner of those big hands, a tall and burly man. The whole figure looked like a huge brown bear, but I
I was dazzled, or something else, why didn't I see his face? Could it be that his chest muscles were too broad and blocked my face?
As the net was lifted up by those big hands, I finally saw the face of the "brown bear". What surprised me was not the ugliness of the face, but the size of the face and the head that accommodated the face.
, surprisingly small. How small is it? Let’s put it this way, the ratio of the head to the body is like a small mouse head placed on the body of a huge Alaskan brown bear. In other words,
On top of that huge body, that poor little head can simply be ignored.
It's really hard for me to imagine that such a seemingly insignificant little head can command such a powerful body. Such a combination is really weird!
"Go, go, let's go to work. Mr. Usha is still entertaining guests. Don't miss Mr. Usha's business." The strong man with a small head looked at me trapped inside while holding the net.
He ordered to the people who were still watching and talking about it.
"Hey, Durin, what do you want to do with this mad dog?" someone asked.
"Mad dog?! How did you know this was a mad dog? No one is allowed to touch this dog. I keep it." The strong man with a small head continued to look at me intently and replied.
"It would be better if it's not a mad dog. I think it's better to just eat it." A foodie in the crowd suggested.
"I raised this dog, are you deaf?" Dulin glared at the foodie with dissatisfaction.
The guy shrunk his neck, and then said angrily: "Then just keep him, who made you the chief steward of Qixing Village!"
"It's all gone. Just go and do what you have to do. Otherwise, I will deduct your salary." Dulin used his bright little eyes to scan around the few good people who still refused to go away.
young.
Trapped in the net, I still looked dissatisfied and resentful. I continued to show my incomplete teeth from time to time, and kept making threatening roars from my throat.
"Good guy, you haven't given up yet!" Dulin looked at me with admiration, "But I like it, haha." As he said this, he walked out of the kitchen with the net that contained me in his hand.
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Dulin carried me along the path in the manor. He zigzagged to a two-story building. Dulin stepped up the steps. With a wave of his hand, the door opened, and the lights inside
It also lit up in response.
Entering the door, you will find a living room that is not that big. The floor is covered with orange and vaguely shiny floor tiles. There are a few chairs placed very casually in the living room, but there is no coffee table or table.
Things. Durin threw the net to the ground casually, then he walked straight to the big red cabinet that occupied the entire east wall of the living room and reached out to open the cabinet door.
My body was tightly entangled with the net, and I was lying on the floor of the living room unable to move. I raised my head with difficulty and looked in the direction of Dulin. Dulin was taking out a wine bottle from it and opened it with a bang.
After taking off the lid, he raised his neck and drank from the mouth of the bottle with a "duck, beep" sound. When Dulin was satisfied, he rubbed the mouth of his mouse head with his bear-paw-like hand, looking satisfied.
The way he looked made me worried that he might have accidentally used too much force and wiped off his own head.
"Hey, what's the matter, are you so good at this?!" Dulin couldn't help but become curious when he saw me looking at him intently.
"Okay, we're already here anyway, I'm not afraid of you running away again." As Dulin said, he bent down and opened the net, letting me out.
I quickly got out of the net, then stood on the ground and looked at Durin with vigilant eyes. Durin laughed a few times, then he turned around and took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet and put the bottle away.
He kicked it to me on the ground and said, "You should try it too." After that, he squatted down and watched with interest what kind of movements I could make.
I looked at Durin for a while and thought: Since we have run out of food, let's drink some wine first. At least it can moisten our throat!
So, I tilted my head, stretched out my mouth to bite the bottle cap, pressed the bottle firmly with my two front legs, and started to pull the cork outward. After a "bang" sound, I pulled out the cork.
When I came out, the mellow aroma of wine hit my nostrils as the wine flowed onto the floor tiles.
Dulin was still staring at me with a smile, but what I did next surprised him, because I didn't stick out my tongue to lick the wine that had flowed on the floor tiles like a normal dog, but sat on the ground carelessly.
He picked up the wine bottle on the ground with his two front legs, stuffed the bottle directly into his long pointed mouth, and started drinking. He looked like a human and a dog!
Chapter completed!