How Come My Dog Becomes Unbeatable

After rising to the peak of Grandmaster, Xia Meng's soaring momentum stopped.

Fortunately, it was the holy spring, one bowl saved her ten years of ascetic cultivation.

Moreover, after her cultivation was improved, her realm was very stable, and there was no sequelae left.

She really wants to drink another bowl!

Xia Meng looked at the bowl eagerly, then stuck out her tongue and licked the bowl clean.

Suddenly, she noticed a gaze looking at her.

Xia Meng suddenly felt his face hot, as if his little secret had been discovered.

When she saw the owner of those eyes, her body froze suddenly.

"Demon... Demon Saint!"

Xia Meng was so frightened that her whole body froze in place, not daring to move.

Although it was only a glance, Xia Meng believed that what she felt just now was absolutely correct.

The terrifying Dao rhythm, the divine pattern, and the extremely extraordinary bearing, transcended the ordinary, and seemed so unfathomable.

The cute-looking dog in front of him must be a demon saint who can destroy the world.

Earth dog, demon saint!

How can these two words be linked together?

However, the dog in front of him reasonably linked these two words together.

Gouzi looked at Xia Meng with a smile, and Xia Meng was suddenly startled.

Under her gaze, the dog walked to the side of the bed, and with its two paws, it pulled under the bed vigorously, and a wooden box was dragged out by it.

There is a password on the wooden box, Xia Meng stared at it with wide eyes.

I saw the dog's two paws tugging like a human, and in her stunned eyes, the wooden box was opened with a 'click'.

The dog pushed the wooden box in front of Xia Meng, and the dog's face was mixed with pride, merit, and flattery.

Xia Meng stared at Gouzi in a daze, pointed at herself, and asked in a low voice, "For... me?"

Seeing the dog nodding fiercely, she carefully opened the wooden box and looked at the dog with fear.

The things in the wooden box should be very valuable, otherwise the person would not put it into a wooden box so seriously.

The moment she touched the wooden box, Xia Meng was stunned.

She looked at the wooden box in disbelief. This is... a holy-grade material, golden silk hyuna?

This is the material for making holy soldiers!

Xia Meng felt that her worldview was completely overturned.

In the outside world, how precious treasures become like garbage on the street can be seen everywhere.

Opening the box, Xia Meng exclaimed, "It's Xuantian Silk!"

Another holy material!

She found that she had not seen as many saint-level materials in her life as she had seen in a while.

She is even more curious, where is this place?

Is it fairyland?

Otherwise how to explain all this?

What made her even more curious was what was in the box, and the owner kept it with such precious materials.

Open Xuantian silk, and inside is a piece of paper, which looks like a painting.

painting?

So many precious holy materials, just to save a painting?

She opened it quietly, and the next moment, she was stunned.

"I?!"

I saw the girl in the painting, who else could she be?

There is also a line of small print on the side of the painting.

"Xia Meng, my forever love!"

Seeing this line of small characters, Xia Meng only felt his face get hot.

Is she the one pictured here?

Even the name is written, it can't be a mistake.

However, she and that person had never met before.

When I saw that person's expression just now, it didn't look like he had just met her.

Zhang Xuan didn't know that Gouzi would take out his collection of paintings, and the meal was ready soon. Considering that Xia Meng had been injured before, he boiled some millet porridge and made some pickles.

The millet is grown by himself, and the vegetables are also grown in his own yard.

Looking at these, Zhang Xuan was quite satisfied.

Putting these on the table, he moved into the bedroom.

As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw Xia Meng looking at the painting.

"I thought I would never see you again, so I drew a picture, hehe!"

"The porridge is hot, so be careful not to burn it when you drink it."

Zhang Xuan scooped a bowl of porridge for Xia Meng, and then poured a large bowl for the dog.

The dog couldn't bear it for a long time, and ran over to lie on the basin and feast on it!

Ignoring the dog, Zhang Xuan blew with the bowl until the millet porridge was not so hot, and he brought it to Xia Meng.

"Drink it, it's not good to drink when it's cold. I'll make a good meal for you tomorrow when you feel better!" Zhang Xuan looked at Xia Meng dotingly and said softly.

Xia Meng had a lot of things to ask Zhang Xuan, but the taste of millet porridge was so fragrant that she couldn't help it, and a fragrance floated over.

This... is the breath of a holy-level elixir!

Xia Meng almost thought he was dreaming, and the hands that took the bowl trembled.

"This is... Tianlin rice! Back then, Emperor Xia got a small bowl and held a Halloween banquet for it. Now, this..."

She glanced at the dog who was feasting on the bowl. She didn't have the heart to blame the person in front of her for letting her eat the same food as the dog.

This is a holy-level elixir, a grain of rice is almost sky-high.

And, listen to the guy, it's not the best!

It's not the best, which is the best?

This is too scary!

Without thinking much, Xia Meng began to drink porridge.

The rich fragrance entered the nose.

Then, the extremely rich spiritual energy gathered here.

The gentle aura slowly poured into her body, nourishing her and washing away the impurities in her body.

boom!

The breath that she had just broken through was skyrocketing again at this moment!

Directly broke through to the third day of the great master.

After drinking the millet porridge, Xia Meng's heart thumped, and she exploded with joy.

What a magical life this is!

She looked at Zhang Xuan, her face a little embarrassed.

Zhang Xuan had just drank half of the millet porridge in his bowl, and when he saw Xia Meng's appearance, he felt amused and asked, "This bowl is too small, one bowl is not enough, do you want another bowl, by the way? , you serve some pickles, wasn't it your favorite to eat pickles before?"

Xia Meng's fair skin instantly became extremely red, and Zhang Xuan's eyes were straightened by his charming appearance.

The taste of millet porridge is so fragrant that Xia Meng can't be restrained.

For her, this is simply a chance against the sky.

"Um!"

The voice was like a mosquito, if Zhang Xuan had not been paying attention to her, he would not have even heard it.

Zhang Xuan poured another bowl for Xia Meng, and then brought it to her.

"thanks!"

Xia Meng blushed and said in a low voice.

In order to hide her embarrassment, she picked up chopsticks, took a small pickle, and ate it in her mouth.

The next moment, her beautiful eyes suddenly became round.

"boom!"

An immortal aura erupted from her mouth, Xia Meng only felt that she had fallen into the spiritual spring, and the gentle spiritual energy washed her internal organs.

"Crack!"

Xia Meng is already numb, she seems to have broken through a bit too fast today!

Let her doubt for a while, she is in a dream at the moment!

Otherwise, how could all this be possible?

At this moment, a sneaky head appeared on the table, and its tongue stuck into the bowl in front of Zhang Xuan.