"Before I met you, I prepared a warm nest for you." Yi Xing walked towards the hell three-headed dog.

"Oh?" Cerberus sat up straight from the sofa with surprise in his eyes, "The nest that the master prepared for me? Where is it?"

Yi Xing leaned over, put his hand on the man's strong arm, with a smile on his lips, and said:

"In my stomach."

Before he finished speaking, his fingers turned into sharp claws, cutting through the man's skin.

Before the three-headed dog's powerful self-healing ability could heal the wound, Yi Xing used the blood-controlling ability to draw out the blood from the wound.

He raised his hand slightly, and blood cells the size of steamed buns floated up and floated above his palm.

Cerberus watched Yi Xing's retracted sharp claws, and swallowed restrainedly.

Holding the blood cell, Yi Xing met the man's green eyes as if "a hungry dog sees a bone", and said:

"Living in my stomach is free, but living in my house... pays rent."

How can a dog have to pay rent to live in the owner's house?

Two voices sounded in Cerberus' mind.

The voice on the left said: "You are really useless. After so long, the master still doesn't regard us as his dogs. Why don't you let me come."

The voice on the right barked, and echoed: "Yes, let's do it, the owner may prefer dogs to humans."

He snorted coldly in his heart, and responded in his mind: "I use the human form, and the master can take my blood directly. If you really let the two of you come out, you will have to be stewed that day."

"so what should I do now?"

"You don't want to kill us to please the master, do you?"

Cerberus watched Yi Xing walk towards the kitchen, thoughtfully, "This idea is really good, I'll think about it."

The voice in my head became angry, "The dog is still your dog!"

"Thank you for the compliment." A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

In the kitchen, Yi Xing took out the black box brought by the hell three-headed dog.

Inside the box was a mass of stagnant black mist. This was a hunter who died before it was handed over to him.

Yi Xing has some guesses about the identity of this hunter.

Hidden in the shadows near his home, the state after death is also like a cloud of shadows...

It should be the night Mushroom asked someone to kill him, one of the two hunters who didn't show up, code-named Shadow.

Perhaps it was because he lost contact with several other fellow hunters, which made him suspicious. He came to squat near his house to investigate, but was killed by the three-headed hellhound who happened to come to the door.

This is a meeting gift from the three-headed dog, and it is also a kind of deterrence and temptation.

The aroma in the kitchen gradually changed, with a strong aroma of bloody energy, which turned into a purer food aroma after cooking.

Yi Xing poured out the dog blood vermicelli soup, cleaned the wok briefly, and put the black mist into the wok.

Suddenly, he raised his head as if feeling something, and looked up to the sky.

After a while, he looked back as if nothing had happened, picked up the chopsticks and tasted the vermicelli.

It is said that the blood of an old dog that has lived for hundreds of years is unexpectedly smooth and tender. Coupled with the smooth and flexible vermicelli, one bite is a feeling of happiness.

The black mist is sprinkled with sugar and heated, and it becomes a ball of cotton candy with a special color, soft and fluffy, like a cloud, suitable for dessert after dinner.

Yi Xing came to the dining area with two bowls of food, and under the gaze of the three-headed dog, finished the not-so-rich but filling lunch.

Cerberus silently took a bite of the pillow.

He wanted to remind Yi Xing that dogs also need to be fed.

Based on his understanding of Yi Xing, if he dared to ask for food, his extremely protective master would definitely kick him out of the house.

After finishing the meal, Yi Xing took the little octopus and walked to the door.

The beach is empty, so let the little octopus play in the sea.

Cerberus jumped off the sofa to follow, and locked the door before Yi Xing closed it.

The little octopus lying on Yi Xing's shoulder puffed up almost immediately, and the suckers on the little tentacles turned into golden eyes like glass, with extremely narrow blue vertical pupils in the middle.

Cerberus has adapted to the appearance of the little octopus, without dizziness or other discomfort, he ignored the little octopus, and said to Yi Xing:

"Master, do you think the weather is so good today, isn't it suitable for walking the dog?"

The little octopus was so angry that it turned blue-purple, with a few golden eyes that looked like glass marbles popping out of its head, and all eyes stared at the three-headed dog together.

"Emperors don't walk dogs."

A wisp of faint blue flame emerged in front of Cerberus, "Who are you? I'm talking to the master, do you want to intervene?"

A tentacle suddenly extended and attacked the three-headed dog.

Cerberus sneered, and was about to manipulate the flames to roast the overwhelmed octopus when he was kicked and flew back.

Yi Xing kicked away the dog that was in the way, reached out and grabbed the extended tentacles, and called out, "Xiao Ke."

The little octopus was still stuck in anger, and his whole body was getting bigger.

Yi Xing raised his voice, "Yi Xiaoke!"

With this sound, the little octopus suddenly faded in color, and its body also shrank sharply, until it turned into a ball of pink and tender jelly, and then looked up shyly.

"Emperor, are you calling me?"

"Who else but you?" Yi Xing let go of the small tentacles, looked at the three-headed dog that fell over with the sofa in the room, and said:

"You have to walk your dog on a leash, do you have a leash?"

Before the three-headed dog got up to answer, Yi Xing said again: "Besides, mature dogs must learn to walk themselves."

Saying that, Yi Xing closed the door, turned and left.

Cerberus, who just got up, sat back on the ground, leaning against the overturned sofa.

This was the first time he didn't feel excited after being beaten by Yi Xing, or the excitement was overwhelmed by another stronger emotion.

"Xiaoke, Yi Xiaoke?" He sneered, in disbelief and a little angry, "He actually treats that octopus as his family?"

"Isn't it just a name, the name the master gave us is even cooler." The voice sounded from my mind.

"What do you know..."

On the beach, Yi Xing put the little octopus into the sea and built a space barrier for it that no one else can see.

Ordinary people's consciousness is affected by unknown forces, and they will not notice the capable person. His barrier is used to prevent the capable person from prying.

"Huang." The little octopus stuck to Yi Xing's feet, spitting bubbles happily.

"You can change back to your original size and play in the sea for a while, but don't run too far, don't hurt anyone." Yi Xing said.

The little octopus circled around him several times before diving into the sea.

After the little octopus left, Yi Xing turned on the light screen.

Through the intranet of the management team, he found a survivor code-named a refiner, and used the accumulated contribution points to customize a supernatural prop with him.

As soon as the request was sent, the reply from the other side came out.

Refiner: "Taotie, I know you, a rookie survivor in Sea City. Are you sure you want to customize a... C-level item like this?"

Yi Xing: "It's okay if you can create higher-level props, but my contribution points are not enough, so I can only make up with points."

Craftsman: "Don't be kidding, I'm only a C-level supernatural user, no matter how much you pay, I can't make items above C-level.

"I'm just curious, the first high-level prop in your life, you don't need weapons or defensive escape props, why do you need such a chain?

"Do you still want to tie up the hunter in the dungeon so that you can find the key by yourself?"

Yi Xing said vaguely, "Almost."

The refiner on the opposite side was speechless, wondering if he should persuade this ignorant newcomer, but the biggest problem with newcomers is that they don't listen to persuasion.

The craftsman could only reply: "Okay, I'll make it for you. If you regret using it, come back to me and I'll change it into a weapon for you, but the level has to be lowered by one level."

Yi Xing thanked him and moved the light screen away.

He has long discovered that the dog seems to be submitting to his "master", but it is actually taming the "master".

Whether it's forcing him to stay, asking for a crate, or walking the dog, it's all part of taming.

It is impossible for Yi Xing to let others control his will and become a vassal of others.

He didn't like this kind of trial and error.

Since the three-headed hellhound wants to be his dog so much, let him know what a real dog should be like.

Towards evening, the little octopus swam back and turned into a small ball again.

It climbed onto Yi Xing's shoulder and whispered: "My lord, there is something staring at us in the sky."

"I know."

More precisely, not staring at them, but staring at him.

That is a person with the ability to fly and invisibility.

The guy was there while he was still making lunch at the villa.

He took the initiative to go out and stayed alone on the beach for a long time, but the other party didn't show up or make a move, so he didn't know if it was an enemy or a friend.

If that capable person just watched, it would be fine, but what if he makes a move...

Yi Xing stroked the little octopus' head, "I see that you just lack a flying ability.