The world has never been fair, the world's living beings, only the dragon clan is blessed, just born, there is spirituality, can be called a little demon, adulthood, is a big demon, hard work, is the demon king, one of the special, can be called a god.

The dragon clan perished, and the fleeing clansmen were divided into the human race, the witch race, the merman tribe and so on because of the different climate, geography and environment. All of these are spiritual, self-directed learning from birth.

The Wu clan inherited the ** power of the dragon clan, or even better, and the merman clan gained the ability to breathe in the water, and never went ashore again, swimming in the vast sea.

As for the Terrans, they are more intelligent and more successful, they have faded away from the demonic aura and become the only natural creature in this world with spirits, not demons.

Compared with the dragon race, the human race is more unique, and it is more like the protagonist between heaven and earth.

Without the demonic spirit and the long lifespan, the human race is no longer rejected by nature, and has gained a stronger ability to reproduce, and has obtained an unparalleled learning ability, so their footprints are all over the mountains and rivers.

The prosperity of one race represents the decline of countless races, and the prosperity of the human race is naturally the same.

The wolf, which used to run freely in the jungle, was taken into his dwelling and became a dog.

Dogs are not as miserable as pigs because they are useful, but they are not much better.

They need to work hard, they need to search for other beasts, they need to help people look after their homes, they need to dedicate their lives to people.

People also love dogs, but this kind of love is a kind of charity. When people are hungry, when people are hungry, when people want to eat meat, and at this time, there happens to be a useless dog by his side.

Thus, the cruelty of man was exposed. Their charity love was left behind by them.

This is the voice of a mad dog.

The mad dog was originally a normal dog, and it also had an owner, and it was raised by its owner, and its honor and disgrace depended on its owner for a lifetime.

One day, the owner patted it on the head and said meaningfully, "You have grown up too!"

It also clearly remembers that it was a cold day, and the warm smile on the owner's face suddenly became cold. Before it could react, a wooden stick landed on its head.

Rumble!

A loud sound exploded in the brain, the sky was dark, it collapsed weakly on the ground, and the sound of sharpening knives hit its heart from its ear hole like the fierce cold wind of winter.

The distant sound of conversation was the master and a stranger. The stranger looked at him greedily, and the people around him smiled: "Tonight, I can have a good meal." ”

The master was sharpening his knife over there, and his face was also full of happy smiles, and the water was splashed on the knife, and the blade flashed with a cold cold light.

The master came with a knife, he looked at himself, said nothing, and was about to stab him with the knife.

It wailed faintly, gasped heavily, tears flowed from its eyes, it had spent its whole life here, and when it first opened its eyes, it saw the scene of its master holding it in his big big palm.

Later, when it came to adulthood, it helped to take care of the house, it helped to recover the escaped chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, and it helped to defend against those ugly monsters, for which it was hit on the left side by a mountain spirit hand interrupting knife, leaving a permanent scar.

But all this he did could not satisfy the tongues of those guests.

It was sold, it was betrayed, in the anger of betrayal, in the fear of death, at that moment, the moment when the tip of the knife was about to touch the fur, it went mad and became stronger.

Its limbs were more powerful than ever, and although they still had a splitting headache, they didn't stop him from moving.

It broke free of the rope and sprang to its feet, nimbly dodging the stabbing butcher's knife, then jumped out of the yard and fled in a panic.

The master carried a knife and shouted in the back: "Daifuku!"

It glanced back at the former owner, its eyes were full of deep hatred, it was not called Daifuku, it was called Mad Dog!!

It fled, but it did not run far, it peeked in the dark, it watched the former master kneel humbly and beg for mercy, watched the former master return the coins in pain, it cracked its mouth and let out a silent mockery.

At that time, its former owner really seemed to be wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

Gradually, it was night.

The last oil lamp went out, and the whole village fell silent.

He swaggered along the dirt road, and there were many dogs in the village, but none of them dared to bark.

It struck into its former home, and the demonic aura emanating from its body made the chickens stiffen and shiver.

It bit them to death, swallowing them into its stomach with its hair and bones.

The wound on his head is healing rapidly, but the pain remains in his mind forever.

My head hurts!

It burrowed into the guest room, and inside fell asleep strangers, guests from the city, who had come here to go on a outskirts.

Because it was intended for these distinguished guests, this room was even better than the one where its former owner lived.

It still remembered the man's greedy gaze, so without hesitation, it bit down and tore off his neck.

He woke up from his sleep, clutching his blood-spurting neck, gasping for horror in his throat, feeling his life pass by little by little.

Gradually, in the midst of unparalleled fear and pain, little by little, he died and turned into a cold corpse.

The pain in the head was even greater, and it staggered into the room of its former owner.

The former owner, the hostess, and the little master were awakened by the loud noise of breaking in, and then looked at it with a look of horror.

"Daifu!" the former owner called its name again, but it was no longer high, but frightened and angry, like it was on the verge of despair during the day.

A large piece of flesh was torn off in one bite, and the mad dog was bathed in blood.

The scene in front of it changed, the pain in its skull gradually decreased, and its eyes saw more clearly.

This is a dim cave, not a dim thatched hut. The one who was torn to pieces on the ground was not the family of the former owner, it was his black bear spirit.

Chewing the flesh from his mouth and swallowing it into his stomach, the mad dog looked up. There was the sound of hurried footsteps, and it was the sound that woke him up.

The third master, the brother who was in sympathy with him, burst in, his dark eyes full of panic, just like the eyes of the butcher who had been tied hand and foot to the ground, looking closer and closer.

"Big brother, it's not good!" he shouted in horror: "Someone has killed me, it's so powerful! Run, run!"

The three masters of the pig lived, and they were brothers recognized by mad dogs, brothers who shared weal and woe.

It has a cruel and cowardly temperament, loyal and cunning, and today, he sensed that the eldest brother was in a bad mood, so he carried a two-legged beast and dragged it outside to slaughter, intending to cook a delicious meal for the eldest brother, so that the eldest brother could be in a better mood.

However, the two-legged beast had just been slaughtered......