A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Seeing that Ji Zuodao had taken the lead in slacking off, the remaining monsters followed suit, no longer hiding their actions, and openly began slacking off, sometimes for an entire day.

Good heavens, the Demon Management Department has turned into a massive scene of slacking off.

Ji Zuodao tossed the controller aside, glanced at the monkey on the screen that was being slapped back into the fountain by the big-headed doll for the nth time, and curled his lip.

"Tsk, this game's balance is definitely off; the designer must have some side hustles on their mind."

He glanced up at the clock on the wall. Okay, it's almost time to get off work.

"Alright, alright, stop pretending to be dead!"

Ji Zuodao shouted at the top of his lungs, "Clean up! Wipe the tables if you need to, take out the trash if you need to! Finish within five minutes and leave on time!"

The office was immediately filled with the sounds of scrambling and tidying up.

The monsters may slack off, but their enthusiasm for leaving get off work is off the charts.

Right at this moment.

"Squeak—"

The old wooden door of the Demon Management Department was gently pushed open a crack.

A small figure carrying a backpack, pouting, and with a face that screamed "I'm not happy," slowly shuffled in.

It was exactly seven days ago.

Ji Zuodao was delighted when he saw it was her, and quickly pulled out an oil paper package from under his desk—

I bought it on a whim during the raid this morning. It's from a long-established brand in Jinghai, and the sugar coating is so thick and shiny.

"Qiqi! School's out?" Ji Zuodao shook the oil paper package, smiling broadly. "Look what goodies your brother brought you!"

Qiqi's head, which had been drooping, suddenly lifted up, her big, dark eyes instantly brightened, and her little mouth stopped pouting and opened wide.

Wow—it's candied hawthorn!

She didn't even bother to take off her schoolbag before skipping and hopping over, grabbing the bunch of bright red hawthorns covered in glistening sugar coating with her little hands, her eyes squinting into two little crescent moons of happiness.

Ji Zuodao leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and looked at his son's adorable little face with a smile.

It's good to have a child; as long as there's something to eat, you can be happy.

He was happily thinking about it when he heard Qiqi lick the candy shell, and with a satisfied and slightly smug tone, mumble something indistinctly:

"Hehe, Qiqi knew it, Doggy didn't lie to Qiqi."

"..."

Ji Zuodao's smile froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the hairs all over his body, starting from the back of his neck, suddenly stand up in salute!

Dog...Dog Master?

Yeah, Dog Lord! I was just wondering this morning what the hell "Dog Lord" was all about!

Why are you playing games now?

It's like they drank the Meng Po soup (a legendary soup of oblivion), completely forgetting about it?!

Ji Zuodao's throat felt dry. He swallowed hard, and the sensation of the saliva sliding down his throat felt like swallowing a piece of burning coal.

He bent down, trying to make his voice sound steady, even casual, as if he were just asking offhand:

"Qiqi, you just said...Dog Master? What Dog Master?"

Qiqi was focused on conquering the second hawthorn fruit when she heard this. She looked up, a sugar stain on her lips, and her expression was somewhat puzzled.

"Dog King is Dog King."

"Dog promised Qiqi a few days ago that he would definitely pick me up after school today and bring me a huge, sweet candied hawthorn."

"But--"

Qiqi's little brows furrowed again, with a hint of grievance at being stood up. "Qiqi waited at the school gate for a long time but didn't see Dog, so Qiqi walked back by herself."

She paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and looked up at Ji Zuodao with her small face, her large, clear eyes filled with concern:

"By the way, brother, have you seen Doggy? Doggy didn't come home last night. Qiqi just went home to check, but Doggy still isn't here. Did Doggy go out to play and forget to come home?"

"..."

This time, Ji Zuodao was not only terrified, but also felt his hair stand on end.

His entire body, from his hair to his heels, was numb.

The kind of tingling that feels cool to the core.

Listen to the implication behind Qiqi's words...

Doggy, do you live with them?

Is she a member of the family?

How the hell is this possible?!

Ji Zuodao's mind went blank, as if a million flies were having a concert.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to grasp something from this absurd information.

Home? His and Qiqi's little dormitory?

Besides him and Qiqi, who else was there?

A chill ran up his spine.

Before he could even process the shock, a group of fox spirits who had been eavesdropping were already in deep trouble.

The office was deathly silent.

The vixens who were just chattering about what to eat and where to go for dinner are now all perking up their ears, their charming little faces displaying a variety of expressions.

They remembered! Hadn't they been arguing about this "dog king" all morning?!

How could I have forgotten?

Wait, that's not the point. Judging from what this little zombie girl said...

This bastard not only exists, but he's also living with Ji Zuodao?! They're even living under the same roof?!

"Crunch... crunch..."

Su Xiaoxiao's fingers gripped the makeup mirror, unconsciously tightening, causing the hard plastic frame to creak under the strain.

Her stunningly beautiful face was now so black it looked like ink.

I was just guessing it was "stray dogs outside trying something new," but now it seems...

This guy's treating Ji Zuo Dao like a regular dish! He eats it every day! Without fail! He's even made it into his main dining room!!!

A group of foxes were stirring up a storm in their hearts.

Countless explicit scenes of incestuous sex, shamelessness, and various other exciting acts that I had learned from Li Shuwen's notebooks flashed through my mind in an instant.

Living together! Sharing a bed! Spending all their time together! This is too much! How long have they been doing this?!

However, at this moment, Ji Zuodao had no time to care about the kind of explicit, even embarrassing, "human-dog love story" that was playing out in the minds of those vixens.

He now had only one thought in his mind, perfectly clear and utterly cold:

His memory, absolutely, definitely, one hundred percent, is seriously flawed.

It's not an illusion, not the Mandela Effect, not a hallucination caused by overwork.

There was indeed a "person" or "thing" that existed in his life, but now, he has no memory of that existence at all.

How did you do that?

Hypnosis?

Memory modification?

Common sense has changed?

Because of Li Shuwen's messy notebooks, Ji Zuodao was indeed forced to learn a lot of unnecessary knowledge.

Although most of the plot revolves around providing sexual services, the premise is undeniably intimidating!

I used to think of it as a joke, but now when I think about it...

Damn, it's terrifying to think about.

and many more!

Ji Zuodao suddenly looked at Qiqi, who was still taking small bites of candied hawthorn, and his heart skipped a beat again.

Qiqi remembers!

Why does Qiqi remember everything so clearly, while he has forgotten it all?

Did the caster overlook Qi Qi? Or does Qi Qi possess something special that allows her to resist the influence of this memory?