The God of Dogs [comprehensive]

Early the next morning, Zang Ma rubbed his temples and got up.

He and He Lang didn't sleep almost all night, and that bastard He Lang left when the sky was bright, saying that he wanted to find a way to get an identity for himself, and Zang Ma took advantage of the last bit of time to finish his homework. , you have to get up.

Although Kurama is essentially a monster, his current body is still human, and the monster power contained in his soul has not yet acted on the human body, and he feels a little lack of energy after not sleeping all night.

Zangma shook his head, changed his clothes after washing and went downstairs, and just entered the restaurant, he saw a certain bastard sitting at the dining table, eating fried eggs and reading the newspaper ==

Mrs. Zhi Baoli smiled and said: "Xiuyi, good morning." She said: "The bacon will be ready soon, wait a moment."

Zangma glared at Helang with murderous eyes, and replied Mrs. Shibaori's words in an extremely gentle tone: "Good morning, Mom, I'm fine, I'm not in a hurry."

He pulled out the chair and sat opposite He Lang, and lowered his voice: "Didn't you go out in the morning?!"

He Lang said: "Yeah, I spent some time hacking into the public security system to get an identity for myself, and I'll be back when I'm done."

Zang Ma had a strange face: "You know high technology?"

He Lang hehe: "Did you forget where I played before? Although I don't understand it very well, the adjusters of PLANT can already create a simple intelligent system. My younger brother made many intelligent toys for his fiancée. I How could it not?!"

He Lang took out a big black ball: "No, this is it."

If Lux was here, she would be able to recognize that it was a Harrow, but the Harrow in Helang's hands was different from the utility Aslan gave her. In view of the identity of Helang's researcher, Aslan deliberately used Helang's Harrow An advanced search function has been added.

Of course, to put it nicely, it’s called the advanced search function, but it’s actually intruding into the system and secretly searching for some information, so that Helang could inquire about the internal information of several design bureaus that designed MS in the Agriculture Bureau.

Zang Ma looked at it for a long time but didn't understand it. He only knew that the big black ball in He Lang's hand was a high technology, so he warned He Lang: "...don't mess around."

He Lang curled his lips: "Aren't you worried about my work?"

Zang Ma pursed his lips, he really wanted to say that he was not at ease, after all, this guy had a lot of criminal records, but considering Helang's force value, Cang Ma said: "Of course I don't worry, but you and I haven't seen each other for a long time, if it's because of a few words you will It would be a pity to have to leave."

He said, "Don't you still want to see Little Hades?"

He Lang was right after thinking about it, he said: "Okay, I know."

After eating, Zang Ma went to school, and He Lang said he would help Mrs. Zhi Baoli to buy vegetables. Mrs. Zhi Baoli was very happy, so she happily went out with He Lang with a vegetable basket.

Mrs. Zhi Baoli is warm and gentle, she asked He Lang what he would like to eat for lunch, and He Lang immediately said: "I want to eat chicken stewed with mushrooms, and I want to eat braised pork ribs."

Mrs. Zhibaoli immediately bought ribs and chickens, and made a big meal for He Lang at noon.

He Lang's mouth was full of greasy food, and he was so moved that he almost shed tears. You must know that although the food in PLANT is not bad, but it is more Western food, and the taste is relatively light. Now that he finally has the opportunity to eat the long-lost food, He Lang rolled his eyes. , immediately thought of a bad idea.

After lunch, He Lang went into the kitchen to help tidy up the dishes even though Mrs. Zhibaoli repeatedly refused. After tidying up, someone rang the doorbell.

The paper figurine that Helang threw out casually pretended to be his housekeeper, what did you say? Master and his wife decided to go to a certain country to discuss business and will not come back for the time being. Master, where do you want to live, we will immediately buy a house and find a nanny for housekeeping.

He Lang immediately pretended to be discarded, his expression was gloomy and his mood was gloomy, what are you talking about? I haven't lived with my mother and father for a long time, and I finally came to Tokyo from my hometown. Is the result still the same? blabla...

Then he pretended to be reluctant to apologize to Mrs. Zhibaoli, and then turned around and left. Seeing the young man about to cry, Mrs. Zhibaoli softened her heart and said, "Ah, if you don't dislike him, you can live in my house!"

He Lang made a V gesture in his heart, with a happy look on his face, but he refused dryly: "Is this not good? It will cause you trouble..."

Mrs. Zhibaoli didn't understand what He Lang looked like, and the boy wanted to stay here, but he was worried about causing trouble to his family, so Mrs. Zhibaoli smiled and said: "It's okay, it's just me and Zangma mother and son at home. There's nothing wrong with the two of you."

He Lang immediately made a decision to stay here, and asked the paper figurine to present a bank card. This was the money he secretly obtained through the black-box operations in the morning. Of course, he would send the money from any account in private. Sending two amulets handwritten by himself, the effect is absolutely nothing to say.

He Lang also knew that this time he could no longer meddle indiscriminately to change the rules and development of the world, so he just got some money privately and pretended to give it to Mrs. Zhibaoli as food expenses, so he settled down logically.

After staying here, Helang began to think about how to live in this world.

He can't use Hei Harrow to grab money every time, there must be a way to get money.

He Lang thought carefully about his current capable occupation. He was lying on Zangma's desk writing and drawing, and was hesitating. Mrs. Zhibaoli pushed open the door, knocked twice symbolically, and asked him: "I just remembered something, I'm sorry to bother you...Dan and Jun, do you need to go to school?"

"..." That's right, based on human age, he is now sixteen or seventeen, so he should go to school.

He Lang smiled gently: "I received family education, and if necessary, I can directly go to college."

Mrs. Zhibaoli understood: "I see, then I won't bother you." After she finished speaking, she turned and went downstairs.

He Lang sighed, or else he could write novels, at least the story of Plant is quite interesting, isn't it?

After all, he is also the eldest son of Sarah's family, so He Lang can still gather a lot of information. It should be very strange to write this information into a novel!

After all, it is a Gundam MS, technology is more than 200 years ahead of this world~

As soon as he thought of it, He Lang took out the black Harrow, and with a beep, the black Harrow opened its small round wings, clicked, and the upper half of the semicircle also opened, revealing a simple operating table, and at the same time a translucent A light curtain appeared above Hei Harrow.

"Oh, thank you for the voice-activated operation, and thanks for the solar energy. Otherwise, if Black Harrow runs out of battery, I won't have a place to charge it." Let Patrick Sala write the story of CE's early years for the main character."

He Lang wrote novels with black technology at home, and finished tens of thousands of words in minutes, but he finished writing Patrick's youth growth history in one afternoon.

After finishing writing, he asked Hei Haro to collect several major publishing houses in Tokyo, and found a channel for submission, and then asked Hei Haro to deliver the manuscript, leaving it alone.

When Zangma came back at night, He Lang felt a little bit in his heart when he saw Zangma, huh?This guy's expression is not very good.

After eating, Kurama coaxed Mrs. Shibaori to rest with a few words, and when he returned to the room, Kurama's expression darkened instantly.

He Lang said: "You smell like another monster, is it Fei Ying?"

"..." Cangma was silent for a long time before saying, "Do you know about the Dark Martial Arts Conference?"

He Lang shook his head honestly: "I don't know, are you going to attend the meeting?" After a pause, he said: "No, you probably wouldn't take the initiative to go, someone invited you to go? Can't you refuse?"

Zangma finally smiled, and he said, "You are still so quick to respond. An enemy I met before invited me to participate in the Dark Martial Arts Conference. It will be held during the summer vacation, and I plan to attend."

He Lang's eyes lit up, and Zang Ma said, "Don't go."

"..." He Lang stared at Zang Ma: "Why?"

Zangma said: "I'm afraid you can't help but do it when you go there." He sighed: "Because of the barrier protection of the spirit world, the most powerful monster in the world is only a B-level, and you are at least an S-level, right? If you Getting your hands dirty will definitely break some rules."

He Lang looked at Zang Ma sadly: "You won't let me participate in such an interesting event?"

Zang Ma had a cold face: "No!"

He doesn't want Helang to do anything to change the fate of this world, and finally make this world collapse completely!

He Lang suddenly felt that there was nothing to love about life. Apart from writing novels with black technology, he started pestering Mrs. Shiboli every day. After all, Kurama needs to go to school every day, but He Lang doesn't need it. He is like a hardworking bee Going around Mrs. Zhibaoli, I not only saw photos of Zangma as a baby, but also became the family recipe maker.

What Tibetan horse eats for lunch depends entirely on He Lang's suggestion to his mother the day before.

Cangma deeply felt a sense of crisis. He felt that since Helang appeared in his house, things had changed completely. First, his home became Helang's home, and now his mother is also going to be Helang. Mom~

Kurama thinks he has to do something!

First, he contacted Mr. Tanaka, his mother's suitor, and then paid Mr. Tanaka himself to take his mother out on a trip. Finally, he told He Lang that he wanted to regain his strength and asked He Lang to help him train.

He Lang has no doubts about him, and Cang Ma is very familiar with Tokyo, so he took He Lang to an abandoned factory, where He Lang beat Cang Ma violently. It was discovered that Mrs. Shiboli had been abducted by a middle-aged man surnamed Tanaka to go on vacation.

He stared at Zang Ma suspiciously.

"Mr. Tanaka is my mother's suitor. When my mother was sick, he often visited her and helped take care of her. I am very grateful to him." Zangma said nonchalantly: "If he becomes my adoptive father, I am very happy."

He Lang: "Aren't you angry that your mother likes me very much recently?"

Zangma smiled slightly: "Am I such a stingy person?"

He Lang hehe: "Since when have you been so generous?"

Zangma put on an expression that your objection is useless, "Mother has worked so hard for so many years, it's better to go out for a walk."

He Lang sighed, lamenting the big meal he hadn't eaten for a few days: "Hey, your mother cooks delicious food..."

Zang Ma's heart moved, it turned out that He Lang picked his mother because of the food? !

He couldn't laugh or cry, so he said: "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

He Lang looked at the horse in disbelief: "You know how to cook?!"

Cangma couldn't bear it anymore and pointed at He Lang's head: "Of course I can cook! I was the one who took care of my mother when she was sick."

After finishing speaking, Zangma walked into the kitchen and took out the apron. He was about to open the refrigerator when He Lang grabbed his sleeves. Zangma turned his head and saw He Lang smiling at him like a dog: "Well, I want chicken, bones, and steak!"

Cangma was speechless and discovered that the big monster Helang was actually easy to knock out, all he needed was a pot of braised pork ribs.

So what was the reason behind all my calculations back then? !

So stupid!

During the day, Helang beats Zangma to help Zangma regain its strength. At night, Zangma also needs to cook a big meal for Helang. After a few days of eating, Helang feels guilty.

Ah ah, the braised pork ribs made by Tibetan horse are really crispy and fragrant, and the stewed chicken made by He Lang is even more memorable. I have to say that Tibetan horse, as a demon fox, has directly lit up the chicken, duck and other poultry aspects after coming to the modern society. With his cooking talent, the bones of the stewed chicken are extremely soft. When the mouth sucks, the bone marrow mixed with the deliciousness of the chicken soup and the tender chicken enter the belly together, which is simply irresistible.

But within a few days, Zangma stopped doing this.

Facing He Lang's begging face, Zang Ma said angrily: "Eat and eat, you know what to eat, this month will exceed the budget."

He Lang was stunned: "No money?!"

Zangma glanced at Helang: "Yes, but you can't eat in different ways every day like you."

He Lang patted Zang Ma on the shoulder with a serious expression on his face: "I will make money!"

He Lang went out several times in the middle of the night, and soon an editor from a publishing house knocked on Zang Ma's door.

With the ugly face of Cang Ma black as the bottom of a pot, He Lang smiled and welcomed the editor in, finalized the publication and sale of the first novel and the cooperation intention of several follow-up books, and got the manuscript fee.

For a wonderful meal, He Lang handed over all the manuscript fees to Zangma after he got the manuscript fee: "Buy, buy, buy! Buy, buy, buy all kinds of materials!"

Zangma took a deep breath, pushed away the manuscript fee, quickly picked up Helang's manuscript and flipped through it, and quickly finished the first book.

After reading it, Zangma was very angry: "How can you write these things? This is the trajectory of the future development of human beings. If it is your imagination, it is fine, but what you are writing now is what has already happened, and you can confirm the future that can be realized. !!"

"What if the future of this world changes the direction of future development because of the content and records of your novel?"

"Helang, are you so sure that what you write will not become a beacon of history?"

After hearing this, He Lang's expression turned ugly, and he scratched his head: "It's not possible..." He tried to argue: "You see, I'm about to publish, and the laws of the world didn't blow me away, right?"

Zangma snorted coldly: "Because whether these things you wrote can change the future is still uncertain, but once something happens somewhere in this world, or a certain scientific laboratory really makes this kind of Genetic adjustment, then you just wait for the backlash!"

Helang suddenly froze, and he cried, "I just want to eat ribs..."

Zangma sighed: "Don't write it yet."

He Lang said: "No way, I signed four books directly with the publishing house, and only now have I handed in the manuscript of the first book."

Zang Ma said: "You actually signed four copies at once? Can you finish it? The publisher agrees?"

He Lang said: "I used illusion, and I have finished writing the second book, and I am writing the third book!"

"..." Zangma wiped his face, "Let me read the manuscript of the second book."

Helang handed over the contents of the second book to Zangma. If the first book is a growth story, then the second book is a development story. It mainly describes the establishment of the Free Zodiac Alliance by Patrick Sala and Siegel Klein Organizational stories.

After finishing reading, Zangma pondered for a while, and asked Helang, "Do you have the third outline?"

He Lang said: "Yes."

Then Tibetan horse was eye-opened.

Wow smart ball!Translucent screen!Voice control operation!He Lang even copied the life records of Patrick Sara stored in the intelligent system directly when he wrote novels!

No wonder two copies can be published in half a month. This is copying according to the history books, can the speed not be fast?

Zang Ma suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted: "Why do you have to write novels?"

"You can make money!" He Lang said with an innocent face, "If you have money, you can buy delicious food!"

Cangma said weakly: "If you really want to make money, why bother writing novels? You will earn more by becoming a demon master directly."

Helang's eyes immediately looked at Zangma like a flash, "Is there any good job introduction?"

Zang Ma thought for a while: "A couple of years ago, I heard about a demon exorcist named Tori. I was young and had my mother by my side, so I couldn't investigate too much, but I know his address. Do you want to ask? "

He Lang immediately stretched out his hand: "I want it!"

Zangma gave the address to He Lang, and that night He Lang went to Kyoto where the address was located.

As soon as he arrived in Kyoto, He Lang was surprised to find that although there were more monsters and monsters in Kyoto than in Kyoto, monsters and spiritual power coexisted in Kyoto. In other words, in this ancient city, humans with special abilities such as onmyojis There are also many inheritances, so it is more stable than moving static.

And after countless years of changes, the capital has undergone earth-shaking changes. It has been continuously expanded on the basis of the original Heian-kyo, and finally became what it is today.

He Lang thought of the Genji mansion and other courtyards where he once lived, and couldn't help but smile. After the smile, he felt a touch of melancholy, and he could vaguely recall Yuan Yuan Boya's earnest teaching to him, and he was never seen again in the blink of an eye...

Thinking of the origin of Boya, He Lang couldn't help thinking of the fox jade that he hadn't seen since he threw it into the subspace. He Lang's scalp was a little numb, and Abe Seimei probably swallowed his heart ==

Hey, why is this scene somewhat familiar?Didn't he almost starve Jin Shuo to death? !

He Lang's face turned red, he hurriedly took out the jade, but found that the jade was stained with precious light, and the fox inside was still sound asleep.

He Lang's heart fell back into his stomach. Fortunately, Abe Seimei is in the state of soul, and sleep can also help him cultivate...

But it can’t be like this again in the future, He Lang secretly reminded himself that Qingming fell asleep this time, if he woke up in the middle of the day and found that he was put on hold, he would definitely be very angry ==

……kindness?etc.

Helang suddenly remembered something.

Abe Seimei seems to have his own shrine, right?He might as well put this fox jade in Abe Seimei's shrine to enjoy offerings and incense, maybe Abe Seimei can recover faster.

He Lang decided to go to Seimei Shrine after visiting the Natori family. Anyway, they are all in Kyoto, so it is more convenient.

Helang put away the fox jade, and soon found the location of Natori's family.

Before he entered, he saw the faint aura of decadence in the aura above the mansion. He Lang was taken aback, he frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and went up to knock on the door.

"Who?"

Soon, a woman with a gentle face opened the door. He Lang took a look at the woman, and after confirming that the woman was just an ordinary person, he secretly cast a spell with his hands in his sleeves: "Who is the name removal demon master?"

The woman replied with a wooden face: "It's my father, he is seriously ill in bed."

He Lang was stunned: "I want to see your father."

The woman said: "Please follow me."

The woman brought He Lang to a room, and after opening the paper door, the woman asked in surprise, "Father? Why are you up?"

He Lang followed him in, but saw that although the room was spacious, it was cold, and there was almost nothing around it. An old man with drooping white hair was struggling and seemed to want to stand up with the help of the screen next to him.

The old man looked at He Lang with vigilance and vigilance in his eyes. He Lang was taken aback for a moment, and immediately reacted. He said, "I'm here to visit you, and there is no malice."

The old man was silent for a moment, then pushed his daughter out of the room, panting and reclining on the thick cushion.

"The old man is old, and he hasn't shot much in recent years. You..." The old man said: "Although it looks like a human, I always feel more like a monster."

He Lang smiled: "You have really nice eyes."

"When people are old and are about to die, they can naturally see things that they couldn't see before." The old man said lightly, "What's the matter with you?"

He Lang said: "I was introduced by a friend. He said that you can get some interesting business here." I want to make some money, but I have no way out, so I came to you."

"You must have some regular customers, right?" He Lang recalled how the old man sent his daughter away, and immediately said: "If you are worried, come and make a contract? You give me all the connections to your house, and I will protect them." Descendants of your family?"

"Or I will teach your descendants Yin-Yang Art?" He Lang is quite confident in his Yin-Yang Art: "My strength is very good!"

He Lang boasted for a while, but the old man remained silent, and after a while he said, "I don't need you to sign a contract."

"There is a phone book in the cabinet over there, take it away, it contains some contact information." After speaking, he said forcefully: "Take these away, and then leave immediately."

He Lang was taken aback, he pursed his lips and said, "You..."

The old man sighed: "My children have not inherited my spiritual power, and it would be a disaster to leave these things to them."

He Lang was silent, he thought for a while and took out a handful of dog hair.

"It has my demon power on it. It's not bad for you to use this thing as an amulet or as an enchantment material." He Lang smiled: "I'm not boasting, my demon power is still a little deterrent."

Now it's the old man's turn to be stunned, he can clearly sense the surging monster power on the dog's fur, as long as there are monsters who want to take revenge on his children, even if the boy in front of him is no longer there, the monster power on the dog's fur alone is enough to protect him children.

His expression eased a lot: "Thank you."

He Lang waved his hand, took away the old man's contact book, turned and left.

After leaving, he looked at the dimly lit house and said with emotion: "Spiritual power, demon power, divine power... When power disappears, when technology prospers, when human beings begin to grasp the context of the future, when the earth begins to die..."

"No wonder Kurama won't let me continue writing novels..."

"If it develops like this, I'm afraid it will really become like PLANT in the future."

Luckily, Helang rushed to Seimei Shrine in two seconds. The torii gate outside the shrine was covered with light aura and enchantment. Helang entered the shrine in a big way, and then put the fox jade on the altar of Seimei Shrine~

Then he ran away~

It was early in the morning when I got home, and Kurama was frying bacon in the kitchen wearing an apron.

The milk has been warmed up and put on the table. The fried eggs and scallion pancakes are also ready, and the TV is on next to it, and the morning news is playing on the TV.

After Helang returned home, he said loudly, "I'm back~"

Zangma put the fried bacon on the plate: "Welcome back, breakfast is ready."

He put two servings of bacon on the table, took off his apron, and looked at He Lang: "Is the trip going well?"

He Lang proudly said: "I have obtained the contact information of the exorcist."

Zangma breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, don't cause trouble when you get rid of the demon, you know?"

He Lang patted his chest and promised: "We will never cause trouble!"

After the voice fell, I heard the morning news broadcast: "Emergency communication, Seimei Shrine in Shangjing District, Kyoto, suddenly burst into golden light this morning, nearby residents saw this strange scene, and some residents even claimed to hear the faint sound of flute !The owner of the shrine is currently being interviewed..."

Looking at the TV broadcast, Zangma said in amazement: "The aura outside Seimei Shrine seems to be stronger..."

After finishing the words, he saw He Lang sitting opposite had a stiff expression.

Zangma was silent, he crossed his arms and said, "Tell me, this matter has nothing to do with you!"

Helang flinched and said, "I, I just put half of Qingming's soul on the altar."

Zangma stared at He Lang expressionlessly.

Helang muttered, "I really didn't do anything!"

After a while, Zangma finally spoke, he gritted his teeth and said, "You should go to the Dark Martial Arts Conference with me!"

If you don't stare at this guy for 1 minute, you will cause trouble!