Qingshan picked up a tomato and took a bite. The sweet and sour taste made her feel good.
Qingshan held an uneaten persimmon in his mouth, took out an orange from the fruit bowl, peeled it with a scalpel, leaving only the orange flesh, and handed it to Satan.
"This is called citrus. It's a bit sour, but it replenishes potassium. Luo Wenyuan also ate this after he became dehydrated. You have similar symptoms to him, so eat it quickly!"
Satan didn't know what breed of fighting dog Luo Wenyuan was. He had two pointed ears standing on top of his head. He tilted his head to glance at Qingshan, then opened his mouth and ate the orange. It tasted good.
Luo Wenyuan, who was far away in the capital: "A-choo!" It was strange. He had fire-attributed abilities and hadn't caught a cold since he was thirteen years old. Why was he sneezing?
Colonel Luo buried his head in writing again. He had to finish the follow-up work of this mission as soon as possible and go to Hong Kong Island to pick up the people early.
The little bastard is really outrageous. He has been in Hong Kong Island for almost half a month and has no intention of coming back. Is he planning to make Zhan Kunpeng rejuvenate?
Qingshan watched Zhan Feng practicing the Qi Circulation while feeding Satan fruit. She found that Satan was really spiritual. Although not as smart as Hong Deng, it was also a rare smart animal.
Qingshan had another little idea. He touched the shiny black hair on Satan's head and asked Ruyi.
"Tuanzi, is there any way to make it fully understand what I'm saying?"
"That's easy, just keep it as a spiritual pet!"
"Tsk, isn't our family democratic? What if it doesn't want to?"
"You can sign the birth contract first, ask it, and then untie it if it disagrees!"
Qingshan's eyes lit up. What a good idea! A seal-shaped character for "契" appeared on Qingshan's left wrist and then disappeared into Satan's forehead. Satan was stunned and stared at Qingshan without blinking.
Qingshan cleared his throat: "Ahem - now I'm talking, can you understand?"
Satan seemed to be frightened and suddenly stood up from a half-lying position, with his two pointed ears like two small radar receivers facing the direction of the green mountains.
"Don't be afraid. My name is Chen Qingshan. I want to ask what your plans are for the future. If you want to return to nature, I will find a large forest with abundant food resources and a suitable climate and send you there to live."
Satan seemed to recover slowly from his shock. He sat down on the spot, his ears erected into two small triangles, listening carefully to Qingshan's speech.
"If you want to follow me, then become my spirit pet. I'll protect you from now on. It's not as free as living in the forest, but you'll have meat every meal. I won't force you to do anything you don't like, and I won't allow anyone to bully you! How's that?"
The big black wolfhound was still looking at the green mountains, its golden eyes like two glass gems.
Qingshan wondered whether he understood it or not.
"Tuanzi, why doesn't it speak?"
"Shanshan, do you think all animals are like the Insect King? It might not speak because its bloodline is too mixed, so it can't speak, or it might just not want to. But since we have a contract, it will definitely understand what you mean, don't worry!"
So that's how it is. Qingshan stretched out his left hand and said, "This is to return to nature." He then stretched out his right hand and said, "This is to follow me." He placed both hands with the palms facing up in front of Satan.
"Whichever hand you choose, put your paw in it, okay?"
As soon as Qingshan finished speaking, a black dog paw covered her right palm. The huge black paw was bigger than Qingshan's palm, and the pad of the paw was a bit rough.
Qingshan was delighted, "You follow me? Are you sure?"
Satan opened his mouth wide, with the corners of his mouth raised in an upward arc, as if he was smiling.
Qingshan held Satan's claws with his backhand and shook them up and down:
"Haha, that's great, you'll be with me from now on! But you need to change your name. What kind of foreign name is a Chinese wolfdog? What a weird name! This Lang Wenzhe is such a idiot!"
Qingshan looked at the big black wolfdog with a pitch-black body, golden eyes, and a mighty and handsome appearance, and he couldn't help but admire it in his heart.
Qingshan's eyes fell on Satan's ears. He saw a tuft of silver-gray fur on each ear tip. His eyes lit up:
"Got it! Your name will be Silver Ear from now on!"
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