Chapter 69: The Gossip Was Delicious, But Don't Eat It Again Next Time

Several days later, at the border of Northern Mountain.

Yang Qingyuan bade farewell to Wangquan Baye and his party, arriving at this place all by himself.

Although Wangquan Zui's expression had looked noticeably disappointed when he stated that he wouldn't be taking anyone with him, Yang Qingyuan had no alternative and ultimately ignored those big, watery eyes of hers.

Sometimes, when one needs to be a sigma male, one simply has to embrace it to a certain extent. Otherwise, wouldn't he just be mocked by Li Quzhuo every single day for being soft-hearted?

Speaking of which, how far along were Yang Yitan and the others with their investigation? They wouldn't still be lingering around that region of the Imperial Demon Kingdom where only the city gate remained, would they?

Just as Yang Qingyuan was wondering how to get in touch with Yang Yitan's group after entering Northern Mountain, a giant Samoyed lying flat on its back, sticking its tongue out and tilting its head, suddenly caught his attention below.

"Huh?"

Yang Qingyuan raised an eyebrow, slowly descending to land beside the Samoyed, and glanced briefly at the patch of bright red around its mouth.

"Out of breath?"

Yang Qingyuan placed his hand near the Samoyed's nostrils; there was still a sliver of breath remaining, but it was visibly on its last legs, taking more air in than it was letting out.

"Strange, there don't seem to be any wounds on its body..."

In his previous life, Yang Qingyuan's family had also kept a Husky, whom he named Mocai—meaning, as the name implied, he hoped it would live up to its name and not tear the house apart everywhere every single day.

However, alas, the species known as Huskies seemed born to be professional demolition experts, and no name could ever suppress their "ambitions."

The most severe incident had angered Yang Qingyuan so much that he had almost directly sent it to some vocational training camp for behavioral reform.

Later on, though, he figured he might as well let it go; after all, it was a dog he had chosen himself, so he had to finish raising it even with tears in his eyes, right?

Looking at the Samoyed before him, Yang Qingyuan inexplicably thought of his own Mocai from his past life.

Operating on the principle that, as two of the Three Idiots of the Sleds, running into each other was a form of destiny, Yang Qingyuan suddenly leaped into the air, took aim at the heart region, and delivered a ruthless kick of "cardiopulmonary resuscitation."

He had no choice; he didn't know healing spells like The Great Transfer of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, so he could only save the dog using the most "scientific" method available.

"AWOOO!!!"

Before Yang Qingyuan could jump up to deliver a second kick, the Samoyed, which had just looked on the verge of death, suddenly widened its eyes and let out a mournful howl.

"Huh? It's alive just like that? Is this CPR really that effective?"

Yang Qingyuan stroked his chin, looking somewhat surprised at the Samoyed, which was clutching its chest and frantically hopping about in an upright position.

After wailing for a long while, the Samoyed widened its eyes and began searching for the culprit who had caused all of this.

"Who on earth did this?!"

Eventually, the Samoyed's gaze locked onto Yang Qingyuan.

After all, there was no one else within a radius of several hundred meters except for Yang Qingyuan, so even with its toes, it could figure out who had landed that kick just now.

"Huh? A human?"

Upon realizing that Yang Qingyuan was not a demon, a trace of guarded caution flashed in the Samoyed's eyes.

"Oh, you're alive? No need to thank me."

"Thank you my foot! I was sleeping perfectly fine over there, and you came right up and kicked me square in the chest, almost knocking out yesterday's breakfast, and you expect me to thank you?!"

"Sleeping?"

A flicker of contemplation crossed Yang Qingyuan's eyes.

Emm, to be honest, with that slightly wild sleeping posture of yours just now, not to mention the red mystery liquid at the corner of your mouth, would any normal person think you were sleeping?

Suddenly, Yang Qingyuan noticed a half-eaten watermelon rind discarded in the corner.

At this sight, the corners of Yang Qingyuan's mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

Oh, now it seemed he suddenly understood why the fur around this fellow's mouth was stained bright red.

Damn it! What a waste of my good intentions!

After mentally muttering a silent complaint to himself, Yang Qingyuan immediately intended to turn around and leave without looking back.

Yet, seeing that this human wanted to run away immediately after kicking him, the Samoyed naturally wasn't going to let that happen.

Channeling its demonic energy, the four snow-white dog paws began to emit wisps of white light.

The next second, the Samoyed's massive form suddenly blocked Yang Qingyuan's path.

"You think you can just leave after offending me, the Northern Samoyed King? It's not going to be that easy!"

"Oh?"

Yang Qingyuan let out a soft exclamation.

This Samoyed's speed was actually quite impressive, almost rivaling Ji Wuji when the latter activated his Wind and Thunder Wings.

"Wait, what did you say your name is?"

"I am Guyi, the Northern Samoyed King, undefeated across the snowfields of Northern Mountain and the Northern Kingdom!"

Guyi lifted its chin slightly, a trace of pride flashing in its eyes.

"Guyi? So it's him..."

A look of realization flashed in Yang Qingyuan's eyes. No wonder he had felt this Samoyed looked inexplicably familiar just now.

Right, since it was his first time coming to Northern Mountain and he was unfamiliar with the people and the place, he remembered that this dog seemed to get along quite well around Northern Mountain. Why not let it act as a guide for a while?

Thinking of this, Yang Qingyuan was no longer in a hurry to resume his journey. Instead, he folded his arms across his chest, suspended in mid-air, and looked at Guyi with a playful expression.

"Oh? Is that so? Then what if I insist on leaving? What are you going to do about it?"

"Then take a kick from your Lord Dog first!"

With that, Guyi's figure vanished once more. After a few blinks, it suddenly soared upward and flew in with a kick aimed squarely at Yang Qingyuan.

Although relying on its signature ultimate technique, the White Aurora, Guyi's speed was already considered quite fast among demon kings, the current Yang Qingyuan was a being capable of scorching half of the Poison Emperor Huan Dou Qingtian's beard. Dealing with a minor demon king like Guyi was naturally a walk in the park.

Zizhi~

An electric arc flickered at Yang Qingyuan's fingertip, and the next second, it was pressed against the paw pads of Guyi's high-speed moving paw in mid-air.

"What? Woof?!"

Guyi shuddered violently all over, freezing stiff in mid-air before crashing heavily down onto the ground.

Looking at Guyi, who had resumed its familiar posture on the ground, Yang Qingyuan squatted down beside it with an amused expression.

"Hey? This time it shouldn't be sleeping, right?"

As he spoke, another electric arc condensed at Yang Qingyuan's fingertip, gently tapping the ground beneath Guyi's paws.

"Ow~ Big Brother, stop shocking me, stop shocking me! I was wrong!"

Guyi shuddered, leaping up from the spot instantly, and on the spot began tapping its paws to perform a dog-style beatbox for Yang Qingyuan.

"That melon was pretty good, don't eat any more next time, understand?"

Yang Qingyuan put away his magic power and lightly tapped Guyi on the head, as the dog lay before him with a look of utter despair.

From the moment its White Aurora was easily shattered by the human before it, Guyi knew that its dog life today was probably going to end right here...

Now it could only place its hopes on this human being a brawny idiot with simple limbs and a simple mind.

That way, it could use its brilliant brain to outsmart the heavens by half a move and snatch a glimmer of survival from the jaws of absolute despair!