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

Dog snorted, the sound filled with intense envy, jealousy, and resentment:

"Of course. You should thank Qiqi; you're benefiting from Qiqi's success."

"That girl, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she's God's own daughter."

"Is it really that exaggerated?" Ji Zhengdao scratched his head, looking incredulous.

He had met Qiqi a few times.

Even Qiqi's inner demons stayed with him for a while.

In Ji Zhengdao's memory, Qiqi was a quiet, shy little zombie girl.

He doesn't like to talk or make a fuss; he just likes to follow Ji Zuodao around, calling him "brother" this and "brother" that.

She looks no different from any other little girl.

The only difference is that she's a zombie, and she's incredibly lucky.

"exaggerate?"

Doggy repeated the word, then shook his head and let out a meaningful sigh, "Not an exaggeration at all."

He shakily pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, put it in his mouth, snapped his fingers, a small flame flickered from his fingertip, lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

The smoke rings rose slowly into the night sky, growing larger and larger until they finally dissipated into the twilight.

No one knew that at this very moment, the Destiny Path within Dog Lord's body was operating at full speed.

It wasn't him using the power of destiny.

It is destiny itself that is in motion.

It's like an engine that's been forced to start; it doesn't need him to step on the gas, it's just whirring away on its own, the tachometer is about to burst.

Dog Lord didn't even go to see Qi Qi.

But all he could see were the lines of fate that led to Qiqi's destiny.

Indeed, the lines of destiny that were originally completely obscured by the dragon's aura are now clearly unfolding before Dog Lord, one after another, densely packed, like a giant, all-encompassing net that covers the entire world.

Those lines of fate, some as thin as a hair, some as thick as an arm, some dull and lifeless, some shining brightly.

The colors also vary.

There is gray, which represents a mediocre life;

Some are black, representing a tragic ending;

There is red, which represents a magnificent and eventful life;

Some are golden, representing a destiny of great wealth and prosperity.

And Qiqi's destiny line—

It's all gold.

No, it's not just gold.

It was a dazzling, golden color, as if it had been forged from the purest gold.

Some of the thickest lines of destiny are ridiculously thick, even thicker than Dog's thigh. They stretch across the many lines of destiny like golden dragons traveling through the clouds.

Those are all destiny lines that represent super happy endings.

What shocked Dogman the most was that these several incredibly auspicious destiny lines were running rampant.

They're like several out-of-control trucks, rampaging through the network of fate lines, knocking away all the fate lines that represent bad or normal endings.

Those pitiful lines of fate were smashed to pieces, leaning to one side or the other, some even crushed into fragments, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating into the void.

Just like a bus on a main road—stop? No way.

Red lights, green lights, zebra crossings, pedestrian crossings, speed limit signs—they're all just decorations in front of them.

They are all speed bumps.

Just run it over.

And so, in Qiqi's destiny storyline, all the remaining endings are happy ones.

There wasn't a single bad one.

There wasn't a single regular one.

Everything is good.

The best kind.

Doggy even saw those incredibly auspicious lines of destiny flicker before his eyes, as if to say—

did you see it?

Follow this procedure.

So when Dog Lord arrived, unlike the previous time when he painstakingly planned and schemed, this time Destiny Master practically taught him how to do it step by step.

Watching his Destiny Master painstakingly protect Qi Qi's destiny, Doggy felt a bit overwhelmed.

Dog exhaled a smoke ring, the smoke slowly spreading in the night breeze, blurring his vision.

He squinted, peering through the smoke at the distant, dark night sky, and a thought suddenly popped into his head—

I don't know which idiot came up with the idea of ​​using the dragon energy within Qi Qi to revive the Ming Dynasty.

Isn't this like stealing God's own daughter's pocket money and then going to God's shop to buy things?

Aren't you afraid that God will make things difficult for you?

Doggy took another drag of his cigarette, slowly exhaled, then shook his head and let out a meaningful sigh.

The sigh drifted away in the night wind, disappearing into the distant, dimly lit area.

"Alright, stop thinking about it." Dog stubbed out his cigarette and flicked it. The cigarette butt arced through the air and landed precisely in a trash can in the yard.

"Just wait. It'll be soon."

Ji Zhengdao squatted on the roof, looking at Dog Master's unfathomable appearance, still somewhat doubtful.

But since Dog had already said that, he couldn't ask any more questions.

He had no choice but to continue gnawing on his pig's trotters, waiting for the legendary Ming Dynasty secret realm to come to him.

A night breeze carried the aroma of roasted pig's trotters, permeating the eerie realm.

In the distance, the pig-head vendor was still busy in front of the grill, silently shedding tears as he roasted his own trotters.

When will this ever end?

"Hehe, your good days are coming to an end."

Ji Zuodao's smile was so smug, so infuriating, so irritating that it made you want to slap him across the face.

He was still holding Qiqi in his arms. Qiqi had her little face buried in his shoulder and her arms wrapped around his neck, as obedient as a sleeping kitten.

But the corners of her little mouth were slightly upturned—

She also heard her brother's words, and she knew that her brother must have a way.

Zhu Cheng stood at a distance, holding the jade seal in his hand. He was surrounded by a dense array of Ming soldiers in golden armor, with halberds like a forest and swords like frost, completely encircling Ji Zuodao.

But a strange unease suddenly welled up in his heart.

The unease came inexplicably and without any reason.

It was like a gust of cold wind, appearing out of some nook or cranny, "whoosh," and burrowed into the back of his neck, running down his spine and finally circling around his tailbone, giving him a shiver.

He carefully examined Ji Zuodao.

It looks like a dead end, a situation where all hope seems lost.

But the smile on that bastard's face was as radiant as a wildflower blooming on a pile of dung—

He was so smug, so fearless.

Zhu Cheng frowned.

Does this guy... have some trump card he doesn't know about?

He reviewed the information he had about Ji Zuodao.

He possesses the cultivation level of the Dharma Aspect Realm, unfinished supernatural abilities, a group of demon subordinates, and a black dog.

With such limited resources, he couldn't possibly cause any trouble in his Ming Dynasty secret realm.

But Ji Zuodao's expression was just too infuriating.

He was so infuriating that Zhu Cheng began to doubt his own judgment.

Zhu Cheng mentally reviewed all the possibilities, and his conclusion remained the same:

Ji Zuodao has no chance of turning the tide.

But that unease grew stronger and stronger.

It felt like a tiny bug was crawling around on his heart, itchy and tingling, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

He decided to stop delaying.

Delay will only lead to unforeseen changes.

He raised the jade seal in his hand, his voice rising abruptly in the twilight, carrying an undeniable air of authority and ruthlessness:

"Ming troops, listen to my command—intensify the offensive! Attack Ji Zuodao with all your might, without harming Her Highness the Princess! Fight him to the death!"