As dogs, they will always remember their duties.

Protect your master, protect your family.

Even if it's injured, even if it's been beaten, the master will always be the master. The big wolfhound, with wounds all over its body, emitted a faint light from its pupils, stood up tremblingly, and planned to use the most reckless means to capture the two people who came from who-knows-where.

Changsheng swallowed hard and stuffed the small Buddhist statue behind him.

"It...it doesn't eat meat," Changsheng whispered, the child's voice trembling.

Futu touched the large cleaver strapped to his back. He had thought about what to do if things didn't go well.

Kill that wretched dog.

Zhao Yan stared at the kitchen knife behind the little Buddha, swallowed hard, and said, "Sir, this child is only a few years old, yet he already knows to carry a knife when he goes out. If..."

“Keep watching.” Lu Wujiu remembered what Granny Tang had said: the child in front of him was a little over three years old.

This three-year-old's mind and thinking are even more outstanding than when he was younger; he's a promising talent.

The wolfhound looked up at the sky, but before it could even let out a howl, the little cub in front of it pounced on it.

Gu Changsheng wanted to strangle the dog. If it weren't for Gou Xiaoya, she wouldn't have been scared, and the two of them wouldn't be in this predicament now.

Zhao Yan, who was watching from the wall, stared wide-eyed. He was so shocked that he seemed to be possessed by Zhao Han: "Your Highness, is our young emperor not quite right in the head? He has no tools, his attack is clumsy, and he hasn't even found his target."

"..." Gu Xizhou held a stone in his hand.

With him around, the young emperor's life will surely be saved.

Now there's a chance to let the little emperor react and train, this is a good opportunity. He won't make a move until the little emperor faces life and death. Gu Changsheng grabbed the dog's neck, but the child's hands were too small to hold him tightly. His imagined act of protecting his younger brother and killing the wolfhound did not become a reality.

Instead, it was targeted by the wolfhound. It shook its head and pounced on Xiao Changsheng with its paws. Animals that have tasted blood no longer have any fear of outsiders.

With its green eyes fixed on Changsheng's neck, feeling the flowing blood, the wolfhound became restless.

The menacing teeth approached Changsheng's neck.

It seemed that it could already taste the deliciousness of blood and human flesh.

The short, unassuming little Buddha appeared behind the wolfhound at some point, wielding a cleaver that reflected the cold moonlight. With a swift stroke, the wolfhound let out a pitiful howl as the cleaver seemed to get stuck in its head.

Half of his head was hanging off his body.

The sharp teeth drooped limply.

The person sleeping in the room heard the wolfhound barking, muttered a few curses at the outside, and then fell asleep again.

The little Buddha reached out and pulled Changsheng up from the ground.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

A genuine smile, untainted by ulterior motives, a smile forged through shared hardship and mutual support.

Gu Xizhou, perched atop the wall, glanced at Changsheng. The young emperor seemed to be adapting well here and had even made friends; he appeared to really enjoy the place.

The two children squatted there for a while.

Only after confirming that the people in the room were asleep again did they proceed to the next step.

They tiptoed and pushed open a door.

It was Lu Congrong's room.

Lu Congrong put Xiaoya in the dog cage; she would have to sleep in the cage with the dog today.

Changsheng watched as Futu took out a medicine packet and smothered the unconscious Lu Congrong until she fainted. Changsheng was somewhat shocked. Futu, who was younger than him, had smothered her without batting an eye. His younger brother was so brave!

Gu Xizhou, standing on the wall, frowned slightly. He looked at the Buddha statue, a thoughtful expression flashing in his eyes.

“Your Highness, he has no fear of life. If it were anyone else, no matter what age, doing such a thing would make their eyes red and they would be in a state of excitement and agitation, or they would be as timid as mice and trembling. But this child, he has no expression at all, as if this is as common as drinking water and eating.”

Zhao Yan spoke with a heavy heart. He had seen such people before; they were all notorious bandits or people with notorious reputations.

Is it a good thing that the young emperor has someone like this by his side now?

He stared at Gu Xizhou.

Gu Xizhou waved his hand.

The world is full of diverse people. He can choose to let the young emperor leave the Buddha, but what about the future? Changsheng will be surrounded by all sorts of people with different personalities and temperaments. Can he help them make choices one by one?

Tyrant or enlightened young emperor!

The young emperor must walk this path himself.

Despite his fluctuating emotions, he remained patient and focused.

After Futu suffocated Lu Congrong, he ordered Changsheng and the other man to carry the 80-pound Lu Congrong and stuff her into a small cage with limited space.

After thinking for a moment, he placed the dog's crooked head, still connected to its body, into Lu Congrong's arms.

Lock it! Close it! Perfect!

The two climbed over the wall.

This operation was unexpected, yet it still went smoothly.

Holding hands, carrying the ladder, and putting it back on his own, he walked towards Zhang Mugen's house. Seeing that the two children had returned home safely, Lu Wujiu sent Zhao Yan away and walked towards what he thought was Su's grave.

Arriving in this village, hazy memories of the past began to surface.

He couldn't remember why he married Su, but she was still his wife.

It's the middle of the night, you should burn some paper money!

On the other side.

Changsheng and Futu returned to Zhang Mugen's house, both wearing identical smug smiles.

The moment I stepped into the courtyard, my smile froze. I let go of the little hand I was holding.

Looking at Su Jiaoniang standing in the courtyard, a look of panic flashed across his face.

"Godmother!" Changsheng panicked for a moment, afraid that his hard-won mother would no longer like him because of his vicious behavior.

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