After giving up for a long time with his mother, Wang Wei eventually did not compete with the stubborn mother. He accepted the money and went outside to count it. There were 1200 yuan. How many chicken feathers does it take for a mother to have so much money? Thinking of this, he treasured the 1,200 pieces tightly in that plastic bag and put them in the storage space.

I stopped a taxi, and it took 10 yuan to get to the three forks of Yiyuan Road and Gongan Road. Although the mother's money was reluctant to use, the 10,000 yuan given by the godfather was still very hot.

When he got out of the car, he looked around and found that there was no figure, and one side of the road was an empty space after demolition. There were two rotten facades that could not be broken on the side of the open space *. When he walked to the door of the two broken shops, he found a sign hanging on it that read "Gongan Road Demolition Office".

"This is the demolition office? This is the legendary demolition office where fat is dripping on the ground?" Looking at the two tattered facades, he stretched out a hand and pushed the shutter twice.

"Dangdang! Dangdang ..."

The whole door gave him a few pushes and shook it, as if the whole door was about to fall, wrong! The whole house was about to fall, and there was a piece of dust on it. even! I even dropped a small brick. If it wasn't for the help of perception and reaction, I guess I would hit myself enough!

Just as he couldn't figure out what the northeast, southwest and northwest were, there was a whining sound from the foot of the wall next to it.

He looked for it with a sound, but found that a small dog was shrinking into a ball, lying on the corner of the wall, looking up at him and screaming.

"Dog?" He immediately got excited when he saw the dog, because he hated almost all pets, but the dog was the only exception because he was loyal and spiritual. So he walked over with interest, then squatted down and looked at the dog carefully.

Not a precious dog, or the least valuable dog. It is the dirt dog everywhere in the country, and it is still the kind of terrible dirt dog, although it is not clear at night. But the size is still visible. It's also very small, it looks like it should be only two months old.

The puppy saw him squatting down in front of him, and tilted his head to the side to look at it. And he also found it interesting to tilt his head to the other side and look at it. But when the puppy looked at him, he tilted his head to look at himself, and immediately tilted his head to the other side, widening his eyes that glowed in the night and kept looking at him. And he thought it was very interesting, then tilted his head to the other side and stared at him with his eyes wide open.

The puppy blinked a few times, and then whined twice, instead of looking at him, turning his head and adding a back.

"Oh, little guy! Fight with me! I want to stare at me!" Seeing that he glared, he happily reached out and touched the puppy's head.

The puppy also obediently raised his head and enjoyed it. His hand touched the puppy's head down ... "What is it?" He frowned, because he felt a little bad, and the feeling from his hands was very unpleasant. He immediately took the lighter out of his pocket and shot a shot at the puppy.

"My ancestor, what kind of good thing does this **** raise?" He watched the puppies' clean hair, and the entire back was covered with scars. But this is definitely not because the puppy is sick. The scar idiot on the body can be seen at a glance, it is burned, and the scar on the puppy's body is on the back, and the rest of the body is normal. . He put his hand that had just touched it on his nose and smelled it, and just learned that the chef added a 5:21 o'clock smell and immediately strengthened the taste on his hand and passed it to his nose, a pungent smell of gasoline Immediately let him throw his hand to the side.

"Woo ~~~ oo ~~~~~~~" The puppy whispered twice and lowered his head to the back again to add his hind legs. And he immediately glanced down at it.

"Our ancestors, who did this?" It ’s okay not to look at it. I don't know which **** is a good thing to do, just burn it with gasoline, and use a rope to tie two legs together from its feet.

Looking at the puppies who were lowering their heads constantly with wounds on their feet wearing ropes, Wang Wei could not tell what he was feeling now. A sympathy followed!

He reached out his hand, held the puppy's head, and covered his eyes. After looking at no one from side to side, he took Kun Yuanjian out of his pocket and gently picked the rope tied to his feet, and the rope immediately broke as if there was no obstacle. After collecting the sword, he held the longer end of the rope with his hand and said gently to the puppy ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, hold back. Just a moment! "Glancing at the puppy who couldn't see anything by holding his head, he said softly, and then squeezed the rope with a fierce pull, and at the same time loosened his holding hand.

"Woo ~~~ woo ~~~~~" The pangs of pain caused the puppy to scream the girl miserably, and then kept whining with his tongue on his wound.

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Wang Wei was distressed again. He immediately took out the only half-bottle of hemostatic medicine on his body and was ready to pour on the puppy. However, the puppy saw that he was holding something in his hand, and was scared to drag his two legs to crawl backwards. He looked at the front for a while, and looked at him with a horror when he turned back, and his mouth was bleak. Whining.

"Come! Little guy, don't be afraid. Heal your wounds!" Holding the bottle of hemostatic medicine in his hand, he shouted at the puppy who had climbed to the corner and had nowhere to run, like a kindergarten kid.

However, he himself has no confidence in whether this bottle of medicine can cure the injury, because there are still a bunch of medicines from the hospital in his storage space that are not used yet. Those things are too good to eat by themselves, and others have no effect at all, so he will take out the potion sent by the system, but whether it is useful or not, he has nothing at all.