The wooden cart was still walking through the streets and alleys of the city. The Xiaotian Dog was getting thinner and thinner and her clothes were getting ragged, but she always tried her best to follow Yang Jian's clean habit. But he didn't understand what the master was thinking. Although since the one-armed man visited, the master had become much more cooperative, and no longer had the same expression as before, he had only boredom and fatigue.

But he knew that the master was very uncomfortable, and he had just helped him change into a clean robe and was soaked in cold sweat. The master's brows were often locked before, but now they have never been stretched. He even secretly saw the master condensed his true energy with his divine eyes in the middle of the night - the true energy was as weak as a candle in front of the wind. The master's body twitched due to severe pain, but revealed how much torment this attempt would bring. He dared not persuade him, because he knew that what the master wanted to do was never persuaded by anyone.

As usual, he crept on the ground and kept begging for the pedestrians to give alms. But in the noise, the Xiaotian Dog suddenly heard the ambiguous sound in the car behind him, and the owner tried his best to make. He was stunned and turned his head anxiously to look at it, but saw that the owner, who had been quite calm recently, had an anxiety that he had never seen before!

He was a little puzzled, and followed the master's gaze and froze.

In front of the rouge stall on the other side of the street, a fairy in plain clothes was holding a pure white rabbit in her hand, and was curiously watching the stall owner tune the rouge. Another woman in red talked side by side with her, smiling something.

Fairy Chang'e? Princess Dragon Four?

The Xiaotian Dog looked at the figures of these two people in a daze, and suddenly felt a violent bitterness. He wanted to cry loudly, but his throat was choked, so how could he make a sound? He lowered his head and saw that the master had a bit of despair. He felt a lot of pain in his heart and whispered: "Master, no, they won't see you. I will take you away, the Xiaotian Dog will definitely take you away!"

He picked up the ropes randomly, and he stood up and ran away, regardless of how many pavers he had knocked down. He didn't know the direction carefully, and only had one thought that they could not see their master, as the master would not be able to stand it, and he would definitely not be able to stand it.

I don't know how long I had been running wildly, but with a thud, it was hitting a firewood cart with a bang. Several large bundles of firewood fell down and a long hole was smashed from his forehead, and his face was full of blood. He didn't care about himself, so he hurriedly pulled away the mess of firewood and carried Yang Jian who was overturning under the cart. The woodcutter who was pulling the firewood cart was furious, and he scolded him. He kicked him a few times. The Xiaotian Dog leaned on Yang Jian's body, and was in the back, almost fainting from pain.

At this moment, a soft voice sounded: "Stop fighting! This big brother, these two beggars are also very pitiful. You spare them, we just buy these firewood!"

Xiaotian Dog's mouth twitched, blood blurred his eyes, and he couldn't see anything clearly. A slender hand reached over and pinched a beautiful scarf. At the same time, the voice said: "It's bleeding, you can wipe it first, and then find a doctor later. Fourth Princess, do you have any silver? Give them a treatment?"

Xiaotian Dog dared not take the scarf, covered Yang Jian tightly with her body, and then pressed her face to the ground, allowing the sand and stone to hurt the wound, and she did not raise her head.

The fourth princess' voice was a little surprised and said, "Strange, these two beggars seem familiar. Let me see? I'll bandage your wounds for you."

Xiaotian Dog shook her head desperately. Under him, Yang Jian's chest was undulating violently. Although Xiaotian Dog was blocking it, the sound... As soon as the sound rang, Yang Jian's heart trembled, and then it was blank.

He never thought he could hear this sound again, but at this moment, he only hoped that he had already died under the agarwood axe, and had no trace.

The Xiaotian Dog was forced to open, and then two surprised screams rang out. Yang Jian closed his eyes and his face turned pale. Recently, he has been diligently adjusting his breathing, and the wound, which has slightly improved, has been hurt again. He tried hard to hold back his groans, hoping that he would die of pain, and no longer have to face the coming ridicule and ridicule.

"Xiaotian Dog? Are you Xiaotian Dog?"

Wiping away the blood from the poor beggar's head, she showed a very familiar face. Princess Long Si couldn't help but scream. Looking down at the ground quickly, another familiar figure also looked into her eyes. The three-pointed two-edged gun that penetrated deeply into her body flashed through her thoughts. She couldn't help but sneer and said, "Yang Jian? It's you? It turns out that you will have today!"

Chang'e held the Jade Rabbit in her arms and looked down at Yang Jian. The Xiaotian Dog rushed over and blocked the middle, crying in tears: "No, he is not my master. Fairy, the Fourth Princess, please. He is not my master. You can go, go!"

Chang'e whispered, "Let me see." Bypassing the slashing dog, he reached Yang Jian's vein. She carefully identified it for a long time before smiling faintly, "Carang Xiang is right, Yang Jian, you shouldn't have a chance to recover. But this is good, at least you can live an ordinary life instead of committing more murderous crimes!"

The fourth princess raised her voice and said, "The God of Justice in the Heavenly Realm? Yang Jian, where did you go for your former majesty and murderous aura? What is the use of such a master? It will only make you tired and unable to raise your head. If I were you, let him die for himself. If you look at him more, you will not be able to hold on to yourself."

Xiaotian Dog said in a trembling voice: "What kind of fourth princess are you? You...you forgot all?"

Long Si said coldly: "Forget? Of course I will not forget. How could I forget who was trying to force my nephew and repeatedly attacked me? How could I forget that after he killed me, he would even dispel my soul?" Xiaotian Dog shook his head desperately and shouted: "No, it's not these. Have you forgotten who saved you? Did you forget those days in the True Lord Temple?" Long Si sneered: "Who saved me? I don't know who saved me. But the ancient gods must have been unhappy with Yang Jian's rebellious actions, so he took my body to Kunlun and helped me re-encapsulate my soul!"

She waited for it again, Chang'e held her hand and advised: "Fourth Princess, don't be angry. Look at Yang Jian's current situation, he has received the punishment he deserves. The Jade Emperor has dismissed him from the position of the God of Justice and demoted him to the mortal world. From now on, he can no longer harm others or himself. Why is he still the brother of the Three Holy Mother, let him go."

He asked Long Si for a few taels of broken silver, stuffed it into Yang Jian's arms, and bandaged the wound on his head with a silk scarf. Chang'e sighed slowly and said to Yang Jian: "I will advise the Fourth Princess not to pursue the past. Yang Jian, I just hope you can reflect on yourself. In addition to power, there are still many things worth cherishing in this world. You have been so profitable and useless methods, but in the end you can't escape this tragic end. It can be seen that the net of heaven is vast and unlimited. Only by changing your heart and repenting carefully about everything before you will have the opportunity to seek everyone's understanding in the future."

She held Long Si and Yingying moved away. Xiaotian Dog breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to pick up the master, but her hands and feet were already sore and fell to the ground. He beat the ground and cried, "I'm sorry, I'm too stupid. Master, don't be angry, Long Si... The Fourth Princess doesn't remember anything, and the Fairy is even more unaware of the inside story..."

Yang Jian didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard it. Onlookers around were talking, and every sound stabbed into his chest like a sharp blade. Chang'e's words kept circling in his heart.

"You once had the heart of being fond of your own, and you could not escape this tragic ending..."

He looked everywhere, and he saw Chang'e and Long Sipingting's backs away. He suddenly breathed inwardly, and a mouthful of blood squirted to the ground in his tragic laughter, and fainted.

The sun finally rose!

Although he was dizzy, Xiaotian Dog still held on for a night. After returning with Yang Jian yesterday, he looked at the pale face of his master, which was as pale as if he was dead. He was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. Even when the beggar leader was so angry that he could not move his attention to his master. As a result, he was scolded and slapped several times in the face.

The old beggar tried his best to plead for him, but he finally persuaded him to leave. The snatching dog did not dare to go to sleep. He knew very well what the scene during the day meant. The only thing he could do was to stop the moonlight with his body, and help his master wipe away the cold sweat from the pain over and over again, begging for this long night to pass quickly and quickly.

The old beggar got up while yawning, rubbed the somewhat stiff old cold legs, and said strangely: "Brother, you just sat like this all night? How could this happen? How could you have the energy to grab the wedding money in a while?"

Happy money? The headache was so bad that the wound was burning hot, and Xiaotian Dog couldn't react for a while.

The old beggar sighed, "You, yesterday, I was like losing my soul. Isn't your friend sick on the first day? Do you have to worry about him? Your injury is not serious, and if you can't hold on, he will have to wait for death!"

Xiaotian Dog lowered her head and said nothing. Seeing that Yang Jian had woken up, she looked at the wound on her head, her eyes full of guilt, and she felt even more sad. She said to the old beggar, "Old ghost, you don't want it anymore, I'm fine. But what did you grab the wedding money just now?"

The old beggar said, "It's true that you didn't hear a word from the head yesterday? No wonder I was beaten up. Isn't it? Today, Zhao Dashan, a family in the city, was invited to recruit new son-in-law. He is rich in the city and has great strength, so the head wants us to stay at his house today to seek rewards, and no one is allowed to leave!"

Xiaotian Dog touched his owner's forehead and burned his hands. Since he vomited blood yesterday, his injuries have worsened a lot. How can he be assured to leave him alone in the temple? He had to say helplessly: "Old ghost, is there any way? I don't want to go, the owner can't live without anyone around him."

The old beggar shook his head and said, "Brother, don't you go? I can't pay the money at night, I'm afraid that you, your friend, will be beaten up! Otherwise, you carry him with you? Find a shade in the yard, so you can take care of him at any time when you ask for rewards!"
Chapter completed!