Ever since Loopy Toad had thoroughly accepted its fate of becoming a dog, it could be said that it had become more and more integrated into modern cultivation life. Starting from No. 60 High, it had slowly integrated into the Wang family's life. The old man only knew that Loopy Toad had been a demon king before, but he had never mentioned its original identity in front of Loopy Toad.
Everyone was curious, but the old man was well aware that as a former demon king, Loopy Toad also had its own pride.
The past was the past, and the old man now only regarded Loopy Toad as a member of the Wang family; it was enough to know that it was a loyal dog.
In the Wang family, apart from its Little Master Ling, Loopy Toad was closest to Grandfather Wang.
Teacher Pan had borrowed Loopy Toad to participate in military training, and after a few days, it looked like it had lost a lot of weight, which actually made the old man's heart ache. Actually, it wasn't that Loopy Toad had lost weight, but that its cultivation had advanced, and its body looked more refined than before, which was why it had the illusion of "thinness."
But the old man didn't understand this. Seeing that Loopy Toad had lost weight, he began to rack his brains to come up with nutritious meals for it to become stronger, full of confidence that Loopy Toad would become a "sturdy toad."
That night, while Wang Ling was still eating, the old man had already prepared an extra meal for Loopy Toad. Wang Ling saw the old man tossing a spoon around in the kitchen with a smile on his face as he looked at Loopy Toad at his feet. "I'm already so old, how long do you think I can live?"
Loopy Toad suddenly raised its head and looked at the old man a little suspiciously, not knowing why he had suddenly asked such a sad question.
It didn't know how to predict fate, but it knew a little about physiognomy. Loopy Toad was well aware that it wouldn't be a problem for the old man to live to a hundred years old.
"Even if I can live to ninety, that's less than thirty years. You're a demon king and you know how to cultivate, so you should be able to live longer than me, right? "
The old man smiled foolishly and crouched down to rub Loopy Toad's head. "No matter how long I can stay with you in the future, or who you'll be guarding the door for in the future, right now, you're my dog."
Wang Ling watched this scene from the other side of the door.
He saw tears in Loopy Toad's eyes.
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After dinner, it was time for the old man to watch a drama.
Thanks to Mother Wang's recommendation, the old man had watched an entire episode of The Legend of True Rings. Then, under Father Wang's careful guidance, he had finally learned the search function for TV dramas and was able to search for the ones he was interested in.
Recently, the old man had been watching a large-scale youth food inspirational TV series, "The Spicy Year of Green Onions". This TV series told the story of a young chef from a family of chefs, his childhood sweetheart, his little sister, and his warm boyfriend, who were fighting together for the God of Cookery. They were searching for the legendary divine onions that could elevate the freshness of their dishes to the highest level.
In order to find the legendary Divine Onion, the three of them went through many trials and tribulations. In the end, the main character's sister sacrificed her ancestral white lotus to lure the Divine Onion out. Just as the Divine Onion was about to suck the white lotus dry, the main character and his best friend made a decisive move and killed the Divine Onion … In the end, the three of them teamed up and became top chefs!
Holding Loopy Toad, the old man stroked its fur with one hand and wiped his tears with the other.
When he had watched The Legend of True Rings before, he hadn't cried like this. Now, however, he was purely moved by the main character's arduous struggle for his dream of becoming a God of Cookery, and he resonated with him in a wonderful way.
He couldn't help sighing emotionally in his heart: This was f * * king youth!
On the other hand, Loopy Toad stared blankly at the TV, clearly stunned by the plot of the TV series.
Loopy Toad gave up on thinking …
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When Loopy Toad returned to its room at eight o 'clock in the evening, it found Little Master Ling cleaning Jingke's sword.
Jingke's cleaning method was completely different from other spirit swords. It couldn't come into contact with water or be rubbed with spirit sand, as that would destroy the patterns on the sword.
In essence, Jingke was still a peach wood sword, so Wang Ling had to be even more careful when he took care of it.
It had been a long time since Wang Ling had given Jingke such a meticulous cleaning. He needed to attach his spirit energy to the spirit soil specially used to clean wooden swords, and then cover every corner of Jingke's sword like a facial mask. After the spirit soil had completely dried up, Wang Ling would peel it off bit by bit.
This job looked very simple, but it was meticulous work, so Wang Ling's expression was especially solemn each time he cleaned Jingke's body. This was probably the most serious expression Loopy Toad had seen Wang Ling apart from when he was studying.
Loopy Toad stared at Wang Ling, and for some reason, it felt a little sleepy in this silence.
Very quickly, it felt like its eyelids couldn't take it anymore.
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In its dream, Loopy Toad realized that it was actually watching from God's perspective.
It dreamed of an unfamiliar fat man. The fat man's mouth was full of blood, and he was tied to an iron pillar. In front of the iron pillar stood a red-clothed Taoist.
The Taoist in red sneered, and with a flick of his fingers, the spirit energy behind him instantly transformed into hundreds of magic swords which abruptly pierced the fat man's chest.
In the next moment, the scene before his eyes changed.
Loopy Toad saw the Taoist in red throw all these hundreds of blood-stained magic swords into a furnace …
What on earth did this dream mean? Loopy Toad was a little stupefied from its omniscient view as it heard the Taoist in red laugh wildly after throwing all the magic swords into the furnace.
Following this laughter, Loopy Toad abruptly woke up from its dream.
It got up abruptly, as if it had just had a nightmare. In front of it, Little Master Ling was still cleaning Jingke's sword.
Loopy Toad looked at the alarm clock hanging on the wall; the time was fixed at five past eight.
This seemingly long and fragmented dream had actually lasted only five minutes.
What on earth was going on?
A few drops of cold sweat trickled down Loopy Toad's forehead; even though it was usually in the habit of sleeping, it rarely dreamed.
Could it be … this was the toad clan's omen dream?
Suddenly, Loopy Toad's eyes widened.
It recalled the legend of the toad clan. Toads were lazy by nature and loved to sleep, but they rarely dreamed when they slept; dreams were omens. Although Loopy Toad had now become a dog, its soul was essentially that of a toad!
But this dream was really too strange.
From beginning to end, the dream was fragmented and anticlimactic, and the person it dreamt of was someone it had never met before … You f * * king omen dream, at least tell me the story! It wasn't like they were playing Detective Conan right now, did they have to incorporate a puzzle-solving element into the dream?
Loopy Toad lay on the ground and pulled at its ears, suddenly feeling a little pain in its head. Given the current situation, it felt that for the time being, its IQ wouldn't be able to break through the truth of the dream …
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