Yi Xing asked the little octopus to go back to the tattoo space first, and walked over to open the door.

Standing outside the door was a man in black with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary height. When the door opened, he handed over the black box he was holding, "Your takeaway."

"takeout?"

Yi Xing sniffed the familiar scent in the air, and suddenly grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him into the room.

The moment the door closed with a "bang", the tail sticks out, circles around the edge of the nightgown, and stabs at the man's head.

The man raised his hand to grab the attacking tailbone.

The tail stab pierced his palm, blood dripped, but the man's eyes were full of excitement.

"Please save my life, I am more useful alive than dead, Master."

While speaking, the man grew taller and stronger, and his appearance changed. In an instant, he became the two-meter-tall hellhound with a cold face.

"The takeaway delivered to the door is not allowed to be opened and eaten? What's the point?"

The tail thorn was caught by the man at the cost of damaging one hand, Yi Xing leaned over unconsciously to get closer, the slightly pointed canine teeth on both sides were a little itchy.

The three-headed hellhound hides its appearance and aura. As the appearance recovers, the previously faint food aroma becomes more intense.

Even if Yi Xing was already full and sleepy, he couldn't resist the temptation of delicious food.

The man handed out the paper box again, "This is your takeaway, and it's also a gift I made up for you."

He said, and smiled, "This little bug is wandering in the shadows near your house, and it seems to have malicious intentions."

Yi Xing didn't want to accept it.

He knew that there was probably a capable person inside, but there was a stronger, tastier, and more energetic capable person in front of him.

It's like putting a bowl of white rice porridge next to the Man Han banquet and letting him make the choice.

Anyone can tell which side is more attractive, it's just...

If you choose white rice porridge, you can get it immediately.

And if you choose the Manchu Banquet, the process of obtaining it will be very difficult, and you may not even think about eating it in its entirety for a long time.

Yi Xing reluctantly gave his eyes to the box.

He took the box, drew back the tail thorn, licked the blood on the tail thorn, and looked up at the man's every move.

Children make choices, adults want them all.

Take a sip of the soup of the Man-Han Banquet, then drink white rice porridge, and when the time is right, eat all the Man-Han Banquet.

"Master..." The man stared straight at Yi Xing's bone spur, as if wishing to replace Yi Xing and put that bone spur into his mouth.

Yi Xing licked off the blood on the bone spur, slowly moved the tail spine to his side, and quietly pointed the sharp point at the man in front of him, he said: "You can get out."

As a person whose only hobby is eating, Yi Xing is very familiar with the eyes full of appetite and longing. He knows that the three-headed dog has the same thoughts for him as he does for him.

But just like he couldn't kill the hell three-headed dog, with the space ability, the hell three-headed dog can't do anything to him.

"Master, how can you drive your dog out of the house? Do you have the heart to turn me into a homeless stray dog?"

The man lowered his head, a big man two meters tall, trying his best to look like he was abandoned.

"Don't call me master anymore, I don't keep pets." Yi Xing said coldly.

Livestock can also be considered.

"If you don't have a pet, what is it?" The man looked at Yi Xing's shoulder, and the killing intent mixed with vinegar almost turned into substance.

Only then did Yi Xing realize that the little octopus had crawled out at some point and was threatening the three-headed hell dog with its tentacles.

Raise your hand and press it on the little octopus to protect it.

The bone spur moved forward a few inches, warning the three-headed dog with bad eyes.

Yi Xing said: "It's not a pet, but..."

Descendants should be considered...

"my family."

The little octopus, which was struggling to squeeze out from between Yi Xing's fingers, stopped, happily hugged Yi Xing's fingers with its small tentacles, and rubbed its head.

"Family?" The man was taken aback, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his slightly lowered blue eyes.

The little octopus, who is sensitive to emotions, raised its head and glared at the man.

The man smiled, bowed slightly, and said, "Please let me join this family."

The little octopus was so angry that the color changed from bright chili red to dark red, "You are not the emperor...not a family member."

The man was a little dizzy as the voice sounded like an ancient raving.

Yi Xing has always been paying attention to the man's condition, and his tail thorn is about to move, but he still holds back and does not choose to do it.

He doesn't have the certainty of killing with one blow. This place is different from a desolate dungeon world. The community is full of people, and it is easy to cause accidents when fighting.

This is also the reason why he stopped immediately after his tail stab attack failed.

The man's eyes were blank for a moment, and then quickly recovered.

He had this dizziness when he saw the octopus, and it was not serious. It was like going from a sunny outdoor to a dark indoor. He would feel dizzy for a moment, but he would soon get used to it.

He knew who had the final say in this family, and he didn't look at the little octopus, so he only said to Yi Xing:

"You don't have a pet, but you can try to get a hound. The hound is a good helper for hunting, unlike some mollusk that just sticks to you."

"I can also help the emperor hunt!" The little octopus crawled out from between his fingers and landed on the back of Yi Xing's hand.

It helps the king catch intruders and help the king catch bugs, it is very powerful.

Yi Xing moved the little octopus in front of him, and squeezed it.

Soft, like pinching slime, very decompressive.

"If you really want to stay, I can't stop you, but I don't promise that I won't do anything to you." Yi Xing looked meaningfully at the man's palm that had recovered to its original state.

"Of course, you are my master, you can do anything to me."

Yi Xing didn't take it seriously.

At the very least, the three-headed hellhound won't allow himself to stew him.

Just as she was thinking about it, the man brought his head closer and handed it to him.

Yi Xing, "Huh?"

"Master, please give me a name." The man lowered his head and said.

"Don't you have a name?" Yi Xing was a little disappointed.

Why do you want to stick your head out when giving a name?He thought that the three-headed hellhound would really like to be stewed by his skull.

"The dog's name should be given by the owner."

"Are you sure?" Names flashed in Yi Xing's mind, dog meat hot pot, dog meat stew, sweet-scented osmanthus dog meat, red stewed dog meat... He was so greedy that he couldn't help but roll his Adam's apple.

"Master, please give me your name." The man repeated, waiting quietly.

Yi Xing decided not to torture himself.

If you really choose such a name, it is definitely a kind of torture to read it every day but not eat it.

The dogs that guard the gates of hell...

"Cerberus." Yi Xing said.

This is the name of the watchdog of hell in Western mythology.

"Thank you master for giving me the name."

I don't know if the man knows where the name came from, but he seems to take it well.

But the name has been chosen, why do you stick your head in front of him?

Yi Xing's tail thorns were itchy, and he really wanted to poke a hole.

"Master, won't you pet your dog?" asked the man, Cerberus.

Yi Xing glanced at his head covered with thick long hair, turned around and left.

Slam the bedroom door.

"What an indifferent master." Cerberus straightened up, walked to the bedroom door and sat down.

He raised the hand that had been pierced by the bone spur, leaned forward, put the tip of his nose against the palm of his hand, and took a deep breath, with an obsessed and satisfied look on his face.

In the bedroom.

The little octopus quietly moved to Yi Xing's pillow, entangled with several small tentacles, hesitant to speak.

"What's wrong?" Yi Xing opened his eyes and asked.

"Huang, I also want a name, can I?" The little octopus asked with some embarrassment.

There are only types of aliens, but no names.

Those who protect the alien emperor are called guards, those who build lairs are called workers, and those who transport supplies or alien soldiers are called giant ships...

Aliens like it, which is responsible for bringing back food for the Alien Emperor, are called breeders.

But now, it is asking the emperor for its name.

"I was negligent." Not only did Yi Xing never raise a small alien, he never raised a human cub, he really didn't know that he needed to name his family members.

"What name do you want?" Yi Xing gently pinched the soft little octopus.

"I want the name chosen by the emperor." The little octopus obediently rolled itself into a ball, which was more convenient for Yi Xing to knead.

When Yi Xing thought of naming, he only had the names of various foods in his mind.

Even the hell three-headed dog can't take the name of the food, let alone the little octopus.

"Xiao Ke, Cthulhu's Ke, how is it?" Yi Xing asked.

Xiao Ke, Yi Xiaoke.

"Okay, whatever the emperor takes is good."

The little octopus nodded happily and ignorantly, and asked softly: "My lord, what is Cthulhu?"

The little octopus has his genes and is born knowing part of human civilization, but only a very small part.

This kind of culture, which has not been widely spread in the human population itself, is certainly not within the scope of the innate knowledge of the little octopus.

Yi Xing thought about it, and tried to explain it in words that the little octopus could understand.

"That's a very powerful ability user."

"Is it stronger than that bad dog outside?" Yi Xiaoke asked expectantly.

Yi Xing laughed, "Well, better than a bad dog."

Yi Xiaoke said seriously: "I will also become stronger than the bad dog, and then give the bad dog to the emperor."

It is particularly sensitive to Yixing's emotions, and since the three-headed hell dog appeared, it knew that Yi Xing wanted to eat him.

"it is good."

Yi Xing closed his eyes and fell asleep, and the little octopus stood by his side, keeping him on guard against the three-headed dog outside.

Cerberus, who took everything into his ears, smiled contemptuously, and the blue flames flashed and disappeared from the room.

...

Yi Xing woke up when the sky was completely bright, washed up briefly, changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom.

The room was full of strong food aroma, Yi Xing followed the aroma and looked towards the kitchen.

In the kitchen, the tall Cerberus was wearing a milky white apron around his waist, holding a cooking spatula in one hand and a pan in the other, constantly stirring.

Hearing the voice, the man turned his head, a warm smile appeared on his cold face, and said:

"Master, you are up, please wait a moment, breakfast will be ready soon."

"What are you doing? The emperor didn't give you the lair, so don't move around!" Yi Xiaoke angrily jumped off Yi Xing's shoulders and headed into the kitchen.

Yi Xing retrieved it before it ran into the kitchen and stuffed it into the tattoo space.

"Huang..." Yi Xiaoke's head popped out from between the bright poppy flower tattoos.

"I'll come, you stay inside." Yi Xing pushed it back with one finger.

Yi Xing looked at Cerberus who was smiling even brighter in the kitchen.

Just by smelling the fragrance, he knew what the other party was doing.

The fried octopus with green onion is fried in the pot, the half-wine stewed octopus is stewed next to it, and the dumplings filled with octopus are already served on the other side.

"What is Master going to do to me?" Cerberus looked at Yi Xing approaching, "Reward me or... punish me?

When the word "punishment" was mentioned, he became visibly excited.

If his figure had a tail, the big fluffy tail must have begun to shake happily by this time.