Hal and his white cat owner

Before Mo Yan became emperor, someone always called him a dog.

The shopkeeper called him a son of a bitch, the guest called him a son of a bitch, and the cousin called him a dog. His mother was the worst, calling him a son of a bitch.

Of course, there have been some descriptions about dogs, which is not too bad. For example, he is always a little angry when he has an affair, and he is better than a male dog on the sofa. His sweet words hook people's souls, and the murder weapon under him takes your life, but in the blink of an eye, he goes to show off to others and let everyone in the tile shop know that he is full of enthusiasm, and he has never tried.

I have to say that these people are right. Mo Yan is really like a silly dog shaking his head.

It was not until he became the emperor of the fix true world that this title suddenly disappeared.

One day, a little fairy door in the distance gave him a dog.

The dog met Gray and had three fires on his forehead, which was a bit like a wolf. But it's only as big as a melon. It looks like a melon head, fat and round. But I still feel very imposing, and the hall is full of madness. Several times, I tried to climb the high steps to see the man sitting on the throne, but my legs were too short and all ended in failure.

Ink burning stared at the empty but brainless hairball for a while, and suddenly smiled, cursing in a low voice while laughing, dog.

A suckling dog soon becomes a big dog, a big dog becomes an old dog, and an old dog becomes a dead dog.

Ink burning closed his eyes and opened them again. His life has been ups and downs, or ups and downs, for 32 years.

He is tired of playing with everything and feels bored and lonely. Over the years, fewer and fewer people are familiar with him, and even three fires have died. He thinks it's time to end it.

Pinch a crystal full grape from the fruit bowl and slowly peel off the purple skin.

His movements are relaxed and skillful, like the Qiang king peeling Hu Ji's clothes in the account, with a bit of laziness. Bi Yingying's flesh trembled slightly at the fingertips, and the flesh oozed and was purple, like a wild goose holding Danxia, and like a Haitang sleeping in the spring.

Like dirty blood again.

He swallowed the greasy sweetness in his mouth, studied his fingers, and then lazily raised his eyelids.

It's time, he thought.

He should go to hell, too

The ink is not dry, and the words are slightly rainy.

The first king of the fix true world.

It is not easy to sit in this position. What is needed is not only superb magic, but also rock-solid thick skin.

Before him, the top ten schools of the fix true world fought with each other. The sects restrict each other, and no one can change the world by himself. What's more, your leaders are all leaders who have read classics. Even if they want to play their own tricks, they will be afraid of the pen of the historian and be blamed for thousands of years.

But burning ink is different.

He is a hooligan.

He finally did all the things that others dared not do. Drink the hottest wine in the world, marry the most beautiful woman in the world, become the leader of cultivating immortals first, and then become the self-appointed emperor.

All the people knelt down.

He wiped out all those who didn't want to kneel. In the years when he ruled the world,