Ye Weikang was used to joking and laughing with Ye Jiahao, so he didn't notice that his master was unhappy.

"Hey, young master Jiahao, I was just worried about you. What game are you playing?"

He glanced at the game the young monk was playing; it was a game they hadn't played for years, and now it seemed incredibly idiotic.

"Young Master Jiahao, why are you playing this? It's so lame! Let's play a couple of rounds of Honor of Kings."

Alarm bells immediately went off in the young novice's mind.

Damn it, he's only been here a few days. He spent most of last week pretending to be unconscious. He just got addicted to this game, and then Ye Weikang said it's outdated.

He had no idea what "pesticide" meant; he had no idea what game was "pesticide."

This kid grew up with the original owner of this body; he better not give himself away.

"Get lost! What games I want to play is none of your business!"

"I want to play this right now? This is so annoying, I'm disappearing immediately."

The young novice monk, with a stern face, dismissed them.

Ye Weikang felt quite disappointed when he walked out of the small building.

It's been so many days since I last saw him. What happened to Young Master Jiahao?

Given their relationship—they're classmates and inseparable playmates—they wouldn't be so cold to each other, would they?

Ye Weikang had never thought about this issue carefully over the years, or rather, he subconsciously avoided it.

People are different. Although he and the young master share the same surname Ye, they are also related by blood.

But he was the high and mighty young master of the main family, while he was just a son of a collateral branch, or to put it bluntly, a servant.

However, Ye Weikang constantly tried to maintain his mental balance.

"Yes, it must be because Jiahao is unhappy that I haven't come to see him or play with him since the accident."

Ye Weikang walked across the lawn in low spirits, and just as he was about to leave, he saw Ye Jiahao's favorite black Labrador.

By the way, he and Ye Jiahao usually love to run around on the lawn with this Labrador, laughing without restraint and letting the dog play pranks on the servants.

"Ye Jiahao refuses to play games with me, so I'll go and call him out so we can walk the dog and play."

The Labrador, with its glossy black fur, hadn't seen Ye Jiahao lead it around for a long time, and it missed its owner.

Now that it saw Ye Weikang, it excitedly wagged its tail and rushed over.

"Let's go find Young Master Jiahao." Ye Weikang patted the Labrador's head.

The big dog excitedly ran ahead of Ye Weikang, but ended up going to the wrong place, heading towards the building where Ye Jiahao used to live.

Ye Weikang called out to the big dog again, and they arrived at the building where the young novice monk was now living.

Ye Weikang excitedly led the big dog inside.

At this moment, the young novice monk lost interest in playing games, just as Blue Star No. 3 called him down to have dessert together.

The Labrador that rushed in immediately sensed something was wrong.

The person who looked like the little master was not the little master at all; he even smelled seafood.

The woman wasn't human either; she had no heartbeat and smelled strongly of engine oil.

Its keen sense of smell made a quick judgment, and it pounced on the little monk and Blue Star No. 3.

Labradors are lightning fast, using their powerful bite and sharp claws to attack anything that looks different to them.

In an instant, the living room was a mess, and screams pierced the sky.

Ye Weikang was terrified. When he came to his senses, he realized that this Labrador was not his dog, and he couldn't stop the big dog's crazy behavior.

The young novice monk was, after all, a demon; how could he allow this lowly beast to bite him?

He was filled with excitement.

Didn't Xiaoxi tell them to collect things, one of which was black dog blood?

Who is Blue Star 3 faster than him?

He shielded him behind him, then picked up a silver spoon from the ground and plunged it into the big dog's heart.