I was born in a piece of lava and was born lonely.
Sometimes, I would climb to the ground to see the stars, as if only the flashes of existence could make me feel peaceful.
It was a new day, and I climbed outside again and patrolled my territory.
It was a barren yellow sand land. People outside called it a desert.
The ground was wet, accompanied by a faint smell of smell.
I frowned, even though I had no eyebrows.
If you guess correctly, this is my neighbor who stayed there.
I followed the smell.
After a while, a black shadow was crawling on the ground in front of me, making some speechless movements.
I walked forward and said hello loudly.
"Hi, dog head, are you okay?"
The guy was startled by me, his movements were interrupted, and his lower body twitched. He finally stood firm and turned his head to the side. After a second, he turned his head and looked at me and laughed.
"Ahhh, who do I think it is? It's you, stone, good morning."
I looked at the sloppy dog's head and turned my eyes to his still ticking crotch, and I was speechless.
Maybe I was a little uncomfortable with my eyes, so the dog head made a cold war and asked me, "Why did you remember to come up today?"
I answered without thinking: "Oh, I want to see if anything happens in my territory."
When the dog head heard this, he thrilled, patted his chest, and said angrily: "With my Desert God here, who dares to do something wrong?"
I curled my lips and this guy is here again.
I turned around, ignored him, and continued to patrol my territory.
The dog's head was behind him and quickly followed.
I glanced at him and asked, "What are you doing with me?"
The dog's head scratched his funny head and said, "We're the same."
"Where is your little follower?" I asked.
"Are you talking about that mummy?" asked Doghead.
"Do you have other followers?"
When the dog head heard it, he was unhappy. His face was very long: "Just, I think I am a god of death in the desert. Are you still worried about not having to follow me?"
When I saw him start blowing again, I didn't answer and walked in front of me.
The dog head hummed twice in dissatisfaction, stopped talking, and followed me.
I know, this guy is also lonely, even though he has one more follower than me.
His follower was a mummy, dug out from a building called the pyramid. In his own words, the great Desert God felt the breath of his followers, so he extended a rescue hand and saved his most loyal subordinates from dire straits.
I knew that he was talking nonsense. This guy was obviously too hungry to bear it, so he got his idea into the thing. Who knew that he couldn't find the food, but found something strange.
Wood.
This sexy name is the name of the dog head for his follower.
I have seen his young follower. He is born with a sense of sorrow. Every time he looks at you, he looks extremely resentful. It feels like he is a scumbag who has been abandoned all the time. He is also a character. He has been facing such a strange guy for a long time and has nothing to do with his mental state.
"I'll let Mumu watch at home, and I'll come out and see." said Doghead.
Upon hearing this, I looked at this guy curiously, thinking that it was your doghouse that still had people to watch?
Feeling my eyes, the dog head was a little annoyed: "Hmph, only noble people can enjoy this qualification."
I ignored him and walked forward and said, "Okay, you can follow me, but you are not allowed to urinate on my feet anymore."
Hearing this, Dog Head patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, I am the great desert god of death, how could I do such a low-key thing?"
"That's good."
As it turns out, some words still make sense, such as dogs cannot change their ability to eat shit.
After a few steps, I felt my feet wet. When I was looking at the dog's head, this guy was lying on the ground, raising his hind legs, shaking, and shaking. I was so angry that I kicked him over to the ground with one kick.
The dog's head jumped up from the ground instantly, grinned at me, opened his mouth and roared loudly.
I grabbed a handful of sand, wiped it on my feet, wiped the liquid from my feet, and stared at the dog's head.
A low whine broke out from the dog's throat, like a dog before a fight. Oh, he was a dog.
Ten minutes later, I rubbed my shoulders, which had left several teeth marks, and sat on the ground to breathe.
The dog's head squatted aside, covered his mouth and cried, and a few teeth were scattered on the yellow sand.
Looking at the miserable appearance of the dog's head, I was about to laugh out loud, but suddenly, a hurricane storm hangs out from a distance.
The hurricane rolled up yellow sand, connecting the sky and the earth.
A figure gradually emerged from the yellow sand.
He walked very slowly, and it seemed like he had exhausted all his strength at every step, but his body was very upright.
The strong contrast was reflected in my eyes and almost overshadowed the scorching sun in the sky.
The figure gradually walked towards us, and when I arrived beside us, I could see clearly what he looked like.
It was a man wrapped in the wind, and the strong wind was flowing around him, and no dust could approach him.
The cloak wrapped around him, the fat pants he was wearing under him, and his thick long hair was tied casually with a rope behind his head.
When he walked into us, the outskirt of his eyes glanced at me inadvertently.
At that moment, I felt as if I was being stared at by a dangerous prehistoric beast.
It seemed to be eternity, or it seemed to be a moment, the man put away his gaze, tightened his cloak, and continued to move forward.
A sense of fear rose in my heart. I gasped heavily and turned my eyes to the distant back again.
The dog's head was whispering. After a while, he screamed suddenly, his face full of fierceness, and he roared in a low voice, and he was about to pounce on the back.
I quickly stretched out my arm and wrapped it around the dog's head.
The dog head refused to give in and screamed: "Bastard, bastard, it's too much. He doesn't even take the great Desert God seriously."
I held the dog's head's neck and felt a little trembling from him.
I raised my head and looked at the direction where the man was walking far away. The long footprints on the ground were gradually smoothed by the wind.
The next day, an uninvited guest came.
He stood in front of my house with his dog's head in one hand and pressed the hilt in the other hand with his sword.
I came out and it was this form.
When he saw me coming out, he smiled, smiling brightly, and the dog's head was thrown to the ground by him.
The dog's head fell to the ground and took a funny breath.
His little follower quickly helped the dog head up.
The dog's head jumped up and pointed at the person and was about to bite.
But before the dog's head moved, it was fixed there.
The sword on the man's waist was extremely quick to sheath, and the sword edge stopped on the dog's neck with a cold light.
The dog's head swallowed and dared not move.
Seeing that he had subdued the dog's head, the man turned around and looked at me with a smile. He took out a portrait from his arms with his other hand and asked with a smile: "May I ask, have you seen this person?"
On the portrait is the man I saw yesterday.
Just in such a daze, the man was able to see him. He smiled at me, nodded, put away the portrait, and said, "Do you know where he went?"
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but turn my head to the direction where the person disappeared yesterday.
Looking at my movements, he narrowed his eyes. In just a moment, a huge murderous intent gushed out from his body, swept by the murderous intent, and I actually emitted a chill from my bones.
Suddenly, he turned his head, looked at me, and said, "Thank you."
While speaking, he put the sword into the sheath, and at the same time made an apologetic move to the dog's head. After doing all this, he turned around and walked in the direction I looked.
The man walked away for a long time before the dog's head recovered. He swallowed and looked at me, his voice trembling: "Stone, who is that guy?"
Upon hearing this, I shook my head and signaled that I didn't know.
The dog's head said oh, his eyes turned, and he said with confidence: "Fortunately he ran fast, otherwise, let him taste the power of the Death God of Death."
I tilted my head, looked at the dog's head, thinking to myself why you didn't say that just now.
"Dog head."
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Have you noticed that he looks very similar to the man yesterday?" I said.
The dog's head widened his eyes, his eyes full of incredible.
After discussing with the dog head, we both followed the man.
In the words of dog heads, he is the god of this desert and the master of this desert, so he is responsible for this desert.
Actually, I know that both of us are too idle.
The dog leader led me down the ground, and with the vultures flying in the sky, we could detect the direction of the man's walking.
He was like the person he saw yesterday, with a faint green whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind whirlwind
All day long, the man caught up with the person he was looking for when the sunset was about to set.
My dog ​​head and I were lying on a sand dune, looking at the two people standing on the low-lying sand.
"You're here."
"Um."
"You want to take me back?"
"Um."
"Why haven't you done it yet?"
The wide cloak was blown up by the wind and glanced past the corner of his eyes.
Suddenly, a clear cold light flashed, like a clear spring, sliding quickly towards the opponent.
Cang Langlang~~
His sword was cut off.
The cloaked man showed his weapon, which was a single-edged sword.
In an instant, two violent winds swept into the sand, colliding violently, as if they were irreconcilable enemies.
The dog head held the sand tightly with his hands, and almost buried his limbs in the soil. Even so, his hair still stood up and was almost swept into the sky by the wind.
His little follower was covered by him and shivered.
The man in the cloak moved, and the single-edged sword in his hand was just handed forward gently. With such a simple action, his opponent had to retreat. The man in the cloak had a faster sword than the other, and the opponent had almost no ability to fight back.
Even so, in my opinion, the fight between the two of them is too monotonous, with a stern look and no appreciation. Compared to this, it is not as good as the fight between me and the dog head.
In the setting sun, a ray of moonlight gradually rose.
The bright white moonlight shone on the ground, casting the sounds of two people, and stretching very long on the ground.
The man in the cape leaned on the ground with a sword, panting and breathing. His weapon was still covered in blood, falling into the golden sand, so dazzling.
In front of him, there was a man, the one who asked me during the day.
The man in the cape looked at the man, and his eyes were filled with sadness.
His lips moved, and he trembled and said a few syllables: "For, why, why, my brother, you don't even believe me."
I don't know how long it took, but the man in the cloak straightened his waist. He inserted his sword to the ground and picked up his so-called brother in the waist.
Under the moonlight, his younger brother closed his eyes and slept peacefully.
A big pit was dug on the ground. He put his brother in the pit and buried it with yellow sand. Then he stood his brother's sword on the grave.
After doing all this, the cloaked man cast his eyes at the place where I was hiding, and his tone returned to his cold appearance.
"come out."
I dare not move, and I was still thinking about luck in my heart, you can't see me, you can't see me.
The man in cape sighed and gently waved the sword in his hand. A hurricane entrenched on his sword, and he was about to throw it out.
Seeing this, the dog screamed and rushed out of the sand dune. With a humble expression, he rubbed his hands and said, "I have something to say, and I have something to say."
Mumu and I had to stand up with him and walk from the sand dunes to the sand.
The man in cape put away his sword, inserted it into the sheath, and sat on the ground.
He tilted his head and glanced at us, and said lightly: "Sit."
I sat aside without thinking.
The dog's head was ripe, and he coughed, and said proudly: "Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Nathus, the Desert God of Death, and is the patron saint of this desert."
The man in the cloak did not take care of the dog's head, but looked at Mumu. His sharp eyes fell on Mumu, and Mumu was so scared that he hid behind me.
Seeing this, Dog Head was a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to speak, the man in the cloak smiled and turned his head to look at Dog Head: "I have heard of your name, the existence between humans and God."
After hearing this, Dog Head looked at me proudly, as if saying, Look, I'm not lying.
I ignored the dog's head, but looked at the cape man and asked, "Who are you?"
The man in cape smiled, his eyes becoming deeper, and a trace of confusion flashed through his eyes: "I? I am just a poor person who was wrongly accused of seeking justice."
When Dog Head heard this, he laughed loudly, walked up, reached out to pat the man on the shoulder of the cape, and said happily: "Friend, don't worry, justice will be with you, I bless you in the name of God."
The man in the cape suddenly turned red when he was slapped by the dog's head, and he coughed heavily for a while, and the expression on his face became strange.
The dog's head was startled and quickly put away his hands.
The man in the cape looked at the dog's head, his eyes so dreadfully too long.
The dog head smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.
The man in the cape held the ground with his hands, stood up with difficulty, clasped his fists at us and said, "There will be a time later."
Just as the dog head and I were stunned, the cape man disappeared from our sight.
Under the moonlight, there was a large pool of dark red blood in the place where the man in the cape had just sat.
The surroundings suddenly became cold. At some point, several more people came out on the surrounding sand dunes.
They were all dressed in gray and white tights, almost integrated with their surroundings. If they hadn't looked at them deliberately, they could hardly be able to tell them.
One person walked towards us, bypassed the dog head and me, first looked at the grave beside him, and a sense of sadness surged into his eyes, then turned his head and looked at the place where the man in the cloak had just sat.
Seeing the dark red sand, the man frowned and sent him away.
He bent down, reached out to squeeze a rub of sand, pinched it in his hand, then pulled down the cloth covered with his mouth, put the sand under his nose and sniffed it. After sniffing for a few times, his expression became weird.
Throwing the sand on the ground, the man stood up, reached out and waved, pointing in a direction, and saw the people standing around him disappear in an instant. After a closer look, they were moving quickly on the yellow sand.
Dogtou and I didn't say a word. The mysterious people brought us all with murderous intent that could not be dispersed. I bet that if they were walking for a while, I wouldn't help but scream loudly.
The dog head swallowed aside and said for a long time: "Shitou, what's wrong with this today? Why are so many strange people coming?"
I shook my head and thought to myself who knows? It seems that something is wrong, so I will stay at home honestly.
I stood up and was about to go home, but the dog's head started to bark.
I looked at the dog head, but found that the dog head pointed at the direction where the man in the cloak had gone away before, and couldn't speak.
I looked in the direction of his finger and saw a shaking figure slowly walking towards us.
I realized it when he got closer.
The shaking figure was the man in the cloak.
The man in cape approached us, looked up at us both, and said pale, "We're meeting again."
"Yeah, ah!" I replied subconsciously.
The man in the cape tightly wrapped his cloak under his ribs, clamped his arms with his head, and said to the dog's head: "Great God of Death, can you avoid it with your divine garden?"
The dog head was not happy at first, but when he heard the cloaked man's name, his dog face was terrible and terrifying, he said, "Of course, my friend."
The man in cape nodded and expressed his respectful gratitude to the dog head again.
The dog head was so happy that it couldn't close its mouth. He led the way with diligent attention in front of him. The feeling was like a man in a cloak walking a dog.
I have been to the place where Dog Head lives. It is not too much to say that it is a doghouse. His house is surrounded by his peeing. You can ask about the smell of smell from a long distance. I really don’t know how his young follower can tolerate it.
Thinking of this, I turned my head and looked at Mumu, but found that Mumu's head was tightly wrapped, with only a pair of eyes and a mouth exposed.
When I came to GouTou's home, I said it was home, but it was just a wide hole in a pyramid.
The man in cape squinted his eyes and looked around, nodding in satisfaction.
Chapter completed!