The next day, when Ling Feng headed toward the outskirts of the Heavenly Punishment Forest, he found that the mysterious dog was sticking to him closely.
"Hey, you don't intend to leech onto me, do you?" Ling Feng said helplessly, "Our business is already settled, isn't it? You go your sunny road, I'll walk my single-log bridge, okay?"
The dog feigned confusion, not caring whatsoever about Ling Feng's words!
Having lived so many years, yesterday's meal was the most delicious it had ever tasted; the flavor of the roast still seemed to linger in its mouth. To have such a delicacy again, it wasn't going to leave Ling Feng's side.
Ling Feng felt a headache coming on, it seemed like this dog had indeed chosen him.
The dog was truly too mysterious. Even Ouyang Ting didn't know its breed, and through its various magical behaviors, Ling Feng was very aware of its extraordinary nature.
