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"Nanhua Town, No. 18 Wulizhuang Street, Zheng Xiaoduo?"

After a long time, Chen Muyu asked with difficulty.

"Are you the grandnephew that Lao Qian mentioned?" The old lady looked Chen Muyu up and down, as if remembering something, "Why, can't I call you Zheng Xiaoduo?"

Obviously, when Chen Muyu came to Yandu, Qian Jueming had informed her in advance.

"no no……"

Chen Muyu shook his head, waved his hand, patted his forehead, and smiled, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

Looking at the image of this old lady, it was indeed very different from what Chen Muyu had imagined.

Especially this tooth, if she bites it, it would take biologists a long time to study it.

I really don’t know until I look at it, and I’m shocked when I look at it. The ideal is very full, but the reality is so skinny. It is said that being famous is not as good as meeting you. Now I know what it means that meeting is not as good as being famous.

Seeing Chen Muyu smiling heartlessly, Zheng Xiaoduo didn't mind at all, "Young man, everyone is young once. When my grandmother was young, she was a beauty from all over the country!"

"Yes Yes Yes……"

Chen Muyu nodded repeatedly. He knew he shouldn't laugh, but he couldn't help it. What could be done?

"The name was given by my parents. Everyone gets old. It's impossible to change the name to Lao Duo after Xiaoduo's age. That would be ugly!" Zheng Xiaoduo said again.

Chen Muyu apologized and smiled before getting serious, "I heard from your neighbor next door that you lost Mr. Qian's dog..."

"Hey, young man, don't talk nonsense. What do you mean I lost the dog? The tiger ran away on his own, it's none of my business..." Zheng Xiaoduo's eyes widened, as if Chen Muyu had stepped on his tail.

"Well!"

Chen Muyu pretended to be pretentious and slapped himself lightly, "It's my fault. I made a mistake. Don't mind me. Where is the dog? Is there any whereabouts?"

"If it weren't for your good looks, I would have slapped you long ago!"

Zheng Xiaoduo rolled his eyes at Chen Muyu, "I can't find it with my old arms and legs. You came just in time. I'll leave the rest to you!"

"No, I didn't lose it!"

Chen Muyu's forehead is covered with black lines. Why does he feel that this old woman's personality is somewhat similar to Qian Jueming's.

"You can bear to let me, a bad old woman, climb up and down this mountain?" Zheng Xiaoduo said something directly, so angry that Chen Muyu didn't know how to respond to her.

Zheng Xiaoduo pointed to the dense forest to the east, "Half an hour ago, I heard a tiger barking twice. It came from over there..."

Chen Muyu pinched his forehead and said, "I heard from Mr. Qian that this dog is very spiritual. If you call it and try it, maybe it will come back!"

"If it works, why bother you?"

Zheng Xiaoduo rolled his eyes at Chen Muyu and said, "Forget it, just wait here, I'll go and take a look myself!"

"Well……"

Chen Muyu stopped her, "Goodbye, I'd better go. If you fall with old arms and legs, I won't be able to explain it to Mr. Qian!"

It only cost two thousand yuan to run errands, and he had to help find a dog. Chen Muyu was also drunk, so he could get into anything.

"Tiger is very smart. If you find it, don't hit it. If you talk to it, it will basically understand. Remember, don't be malicious, otherwise be careful of it biting you!" Zheng Xiaoduo warned.

Chen Muyu agreed, dove into the forest, and followed the direction Zheng Xiaoduo pointed.

It was not convenient to use the Silver Shadow Flyboard in the forest, but Chen Muyu's Qinggong was pretty good. He was walking on the sunflowers reflecting the moon, and the branches were jumping around on the ground. He was not afraid of stumbling all the way.

In the deep mountains and old forests, there are fallen leaves everywhere. If something walks here, it is easy to find traces, especially the dog, which is said to be quite large. Chen Muyu soon found the footprints.

The footprints are big and fresh.

After following the trail for about half an hour, Chen Muyu heard several low roars coming from a mountain stream ahead.

A ditch flows down from the top of Mopan Mountain, washing out a mountain stream in a low-lying area. The stream is very open, with a large green space on both sides, and is surrounded by cliffs, forming a valley.

Clear water flows from the valley, and the water is very cool.

Chen Muyu came to the ditch and washed his face with a handful of water. It felt cool to the heart. He was a little sleepy after just eating lunch, but his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

The grass beside the ditch is very deep, many grasses are lying down, and there are footprints on the ground.

There were not only dog ​​footprints, but human footprints as well.

Chen Muyu frowned slightly and followed the footprints into the valley.

In the valley.

Surrounded by cliffs, the mountain spring flows down from the top of the mountain, forming a small waterfall, and a pool below.

On the cliff not far from the waterfall, there is a man-made hole about two meters high, which is blocked by a fence gate made of wooden sticks.

However, the fence gate was now broken.

About twenty meters next to the cave, on a large banyan tree surrounded by two people, a person hugged the trunk tightly and squatted on a branch five or six meters above the ground.

Under the tree, a huge beast was squatting.

A mastiff.

It is covered in black hair, black and shiny, and its size is comparable to that of a pony. It is almost two meters long lying there.

It had a fierce look on its face, its tongue sticking out of its mouth, and while breathing heavily, it would look up at the tree from time to time. If the person on the tree made the slightest movement, it would let out a low roar.

The man on the tree was so nervous that he didn't dare to move, and sweat was dripping down.

Chen Muyu's arrival instantly aroused the mastiff's vigilance.

The giant mastiff immediately stood up, turned around and looked towards the entrance of the valley.

He naturally had the aura of a ferocious beast, and coupled with his mighty appearance, it could be said that Chen Muyu was frightened.

"Woof..."

A roar, like a bell ringing, echoed throughout the valley.

Chen Muyu froze, not daring to take another step forward.

"Tiger?"

The mastiff just stared at Chen Muyu, with no intention of rushing up and biting Chen Muyu, but Chen Muyu clearly felt from its eyes that it didn't want him to get close.

Needless to say, this mastiff is probably Qian Jueming's son.

Chen Muyu shouted tentatively. Zheng Xiaoduo also said just now that this mastiff is spiritual and can understand human speech.

Therefore, Chen Muyu wondered if he could communicate with it.

"Woof!"

The mastiff roared at Chen Muyu again, and he didn't know if it was responding to Chen Muyu. Chen Muyu didn't understand dog language, so he could only try his best to show kindness, "Your master, Old Man Qian, Qian Jueming, You know? He asked me to come to you."

"Woof, woof..."

The mastiff barked at Chen Muyu twice more.

Chen Muyu took two tentative steps forward. To be honest, he was bitten by a dog when he was a child, so he was really scared.