Kou Qiu almost forgot Zhong Liang. Only occasionally would he contact the dog owner he entrusted to confirm whether the other party was still alive.

The dog owner said, "Hi, I've never seen a dog with such a long lifespan! It's been more than ten years, but I haven't seen him die of old age..."

His words reminded Kou Qiu. Half a month later, Kou Qiu handed it over to another family and said to his former owner that it had a lifetime.

There was a child in the new owner's home, who was only about ten years old. When Zhong Liang was led over, he lay down in the corner of the wall, putting his head on his front paws without saying a word.

But it suddenly raised its head and met a pair of clear and clean eyes, like a clear black pearl soaked in mercury.

"Big Hei," the little boy said with a smile, "Can you call you Big Hei?"

Zhong Liang narrowed his eyes. At this moment, the person in front of him seemed to slowly coincide with the child he saw back then. Their figures gradually merged into one place, but the child's eyes were full of haze that could not be dissipated.

He has never been so innocent.

Zhong Liang reluctantly raised his energy, slowly stretched out his tongue, and licked the child's hand in front of him.

It thought that it might at least be able to keep these eyes.

When Zhong Liang changed to the fourth owner, one day, he suddenly heard someone coming to see it. He raised his head from the simple doghouse and saw Ruan Xun walking in.

Ruan Xun was not very old. Although the years passed and some marks were left, his facial features were still handsome when he was young, with oval eyes and drooping eyes. When looking at people, he always felt innocent and serious. He had a circle of black veil tied around his arms and white flowers on his chest, as if he had just come down from the funeral.

The owner of the house led him in and saw the blood-seeking bandages on his exposed shoulders, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"you!"

"fine."

Ruan Xun smiled, then asked the owner, "Can you let me stay alone with it for a while?"

The owner naturally did not object and closed the door. Ruan Xun found a chair in the room and sat down, quietly looking at the big black dog in front of him.

He took out a notebook from his bag.

A low voice overflowed from Zhong Liang's throat, and he vaguely realized that the man was probably dead. Because the demonic power on the collar on his neck suddenly relaxed, and he could not even suppress it, allowing it to slightly condense its strength and transform into a human form again.

Kou Qiu looked at the former partner who appeared in front of him, his expression was still faint, and he even pulled the bench for him and "sitted."

Zhong Liang did not sit.

"He's dead?" he asked coldly.

"Yes," Kou Qiuji slowly curled his lips, rubbed the black veil tied on his lower arm, "died in the Golden Triangle's anti-toxic operation."

Kou Qiu didn't feel so sad. When they took on this position, they actually knew what they were going to face. After experiencing the last serious injury, he had more or less premonitions.

"What if I leave," he kissed his lover's cheek and said slowly, "My little cat?"

Kou Qiu looked very serious. He said, "It doesn't matter if you leave. We will see you in the next life. I will support you at that time."

Ying Cun smiled softly. He removed the gold-widthed glasses on his face and pulled his lover closer, and his lips were printed on the cat's hairy ears.

"Okay." His voice was filled with a low and hoarse smile, "You want to raise me as fat as white."

Old Cadre Kou nodded and thought: "At the age of ten, you will exceed 100 kilograms, and at the age of twenty, you will exceed 200 kilograms. Four meals a day, and there will be extra meals tonight."

Obviously, I am raising a living person as a pig.

Officer Ying smiled even deeper and said, "Don't you dislike me?"

Kou Qiu said: "Don't dislike it."

What do you dislike? It doesn’t matter if you are an earthworm. Our socialist successors look at the inner self, not the superficial appearance!

Instead, as a fan of my father and husband, the system trembled hard and hugged himself tightly in horror.

Two hundred kilograms?

No, it doesn't want it, it refuses!!

During this operation, Kou Qiu himself was also seriously injured. He dragged his body back to the country and held the funeral of Yingcun, and immediately came to Zhong Liang.

——It’s time to leave.

Zhong Liang said: "What are you looking for me again?"

He would not regret it, and would never have any regrets. He was willing to give his life, voluntarily, so he would never feel lost or even annoyed.

Even if the person he is loyal to has searched for him in the future, it doesn't matter. What he is loyal to is the hands that saved him in the first place.

Kou Qiu did not answer, but handed over the notebook in his hand. Zhong Liang stared at the paper, still a little cautious, "What is this?"

Kou Qiu said: "Look at it."

He turned the cover open.

Like a diary.

Zhong Liang flipped through pages, not understanding why he wanted to show it to himself. He gradually felt a little impatient. He was about to speak, but suddenly he paused and stayed there.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "...Where did you get it?"

Kou Qiu looked at him deeply, and there seemed to be pity in his eyes.

"Speak!!!"

Zhong Liang's voice suddenly became louder, with a bit of hoarseness mixed in it, and he also held the other person's collar on his hand, "Where did you get this photo?!"

A photo that was already a little yellowed was raised by the wind and fell to the ground. On top was a scarred black dog, lying in the shadow of the dark bridge, and there were still traces of pus and dust on his body when it was stained with pus and dust.

Such a scene has been remembered in Zhong Liangxin for many years.

His hands were trembling like cramps, holding his neckline tightly in front of him, staring at him with breath, wanting the answer, but not wanting the answer.

Why?

Why?!!

“It should be saved.”

Kou Qiu calmly broke free from his hand, pursed his lips, and looked up at him.

“——It should be preserved.”

Zhong Liang remained motionless, as if he was frozen there, and he could almost hear his blood slowing down his flow rate.

"yes......"

Kou Qiu said simply: "He took the photos to look for the veterinarian."

After returning, the photo originally in the mobile phone was printed out with other cases and was sandwiched in the notebook. If Kou Qiu hadn't accidentally found it at home, he wouldn't have recognized that this embarrassed and festered big dog back then was Zhong Liang now.

Zhong Liang took a step back suddenly, his expression as if he was happy and sad. He shivered his lips and fell on the chair, making a hoarse growl that was no longer like a human being.

"You lie!" he roared, "You lie!... You lie, you lie to me..."

But another clearer thought came into his mind.

The photos cannot be faked. If Ying Cun had not saved him, he would not have seen him in a mess at that time. He had doubted that such a young child would know how to wrap bandages, but over time, that kind of doubt was buried by the dust of time and buried in his heart.

But now, the truth has been opened again.

Wrong, it was wrong from the beginning.

His life was like a complete joke.

Who is he loyal to? And why?

Kou Qiu turned the neckline back to its original place, looked at Zhong Liang, who had suddenly collapsed, and suddenly laughed.

He half-squatted down and looked directly at Zhong Liang's already disintegrating eyes.

"Do you know which gang we are facing this mission?"

"..." Zhong Liang did not answer, but slowly raised his head and looked straight into his pupils.

The breathing seemed to stop at this moment.

【Progress of scumbag mission: 90.】

“—Do you know the golden python?”

Zhong Liang did not move at all. But his pupils suddenly magnified, and a storm filled with pain was stirred up inside.

yellow......

Golden Python...

That was the drug dealer he had worked for before!

He is not a loyal dog, he is helping to cut the knife at his benefactor!!

He suddenly squeezed out of his throat with a sob, as if the world had been completely overturned, and he could no longer stand it. He suddenly bumped his head on the table and made a dull bang.

Only then did the system understand why Kou Qiu had to wait until today.

These two sentences almost denied the full significance of Zhong Liang over the past ten years. The mission progress kept rushing upward, as if he was on a fire-arm, and it reached the top in a blink of an eye.

【Slag-abuse mission progress: 100.】

【The mission is completed and you will enter the next mission world soon.】

The system said: [If my dad knows the truth, will he forgive him?]
To be continued...