I was born in a piece of lava and was born lonely.

Sometimes, I would climb to the ground to see the stars, as if only the flashes of existence could make me feel peaceful.

It was a new day, and I climbed outside again and patrolled my territory.

It was a barren yellow sand land. People outside called it a desert.

The ground was wet, accompanied by a faint smell of smell.

I frowned, even though I had no eyebrows.

If you guess correctly, this is my neighbor who stayed there.

I followed the smell.

After a while, a black shadow was crawling on the ground in front of me, making some speechless movements.

I walked forward and said hello loudly.

"Hi, dog head, are you okay?"

The guy was startled by me, his movements were interrupted, and his lower body twitched. He finally stood firm and turned his head to the side. After a second, he turned his head and looked at me and laughed.

"Ahhh, who do I think it is? It's you, stone, good morning."

I looked at the sloppy dog's head and turned my eyes to his still ticking crotch, and I was speechless.

Maybe I was a little uncomfortable with my eyes, so the dog head made a cold war and asked me, "Why did you remember to come up today?"

I answered without thinking: "Oh, I want to see if anything happens in my territory."

When the dog head heard this, he thrilled, patted his chest, and said angrily: "With my Desert God here, who dares to do something wrong?"

I curled my lips and this guy is here again.

I turned around, ignored him, and continued to patrol my territory.

The dog's head was behind him and quickly followed.

I glanced at him and asked, "What are you doing with me?"

The dog's head scratched his funny head and said, "We're the same."

"Where is your little follower?" I asked.

"Are you talking about that mummy?" asked Doghead.

"Do you have other followers?"

When the dog head heard it, he was unhappy. His face was very long: "Just, I think I am a god of death in the desert. Are you still worried about not having to follow me?"

When I saw him start blowing again, I didn't answer and walked in front of me.

The dog head hummed twice in dissatisfaction, stopped talking, and followed me.

I know, this guy is also lonely, even though he has one more follower than me.

His follower was a mummy, dug out from a building called the pyramid. In his own words, the great Desert God felt the breath of his followers, so he extended a rescue hand and saved his most loyal subordinates from dire straits.

I knew that he was talking nonsense. This guy was obviously too hungry to bear it, so he got his idea into the thing. Who knew that he couldn't find the food, but found something strange.

Wood.

This sexy name is the name of the dog head for his follower.

I have seen his young follower. He is born with a sense of sorrow. Every time he looks at you, he looks extremely resentful. It feels like he is a scumbag who has been abandoned all the time. He is also a character. He has been facing such a strange guy for a long time and has nothing to do with his mental state.

"I'll let Mumu watch at home, and I'll come out and see." said Doghead.

Upon hearing this, I looked at this guy curiously, thinking that it was your doghouse that still had people to watch?

Feeling my eyes, the dog head was a little annoyed: "Hmph, only noble people can enjoy this qualification."

I ignored him and walked forward and said, "Okay, you can follow me, but you are not allowed to urinate on my feet anymore."

Hearing this, Dog Head patted her chest and said, "Don't worry, I am the great desert god of death, how could I do such a low-key thing?"

"That's good."

As it turns out, some words still make sense, such as dogs cannot change their ability to eat shit.

After a few steps, I felt my feet wet. When I was looking at the dog's head, this guy was lying on the ground, raising his hind legs, shaking, and shaking. I was so angry that I kicked him over to the ground with one kick.

The dog's head jumped up from the ground instantly, grinned at me, opened his mouth and roared loudly.

I grabbed a handful of sand, wiped it on my feet, wiped the liquid from my feet, and stared at the dog's head.

A low whine broke out from the dog's throat, like a dog before a fight. Oh, he was a dog.

Ten minutes later, I rubbed my shoulders, which had left several teeth marks, and sat on the ground to breathe.

The dog's head squatted aside, covered his mouth and cried, and a few teeth were scattered on the yellow sand.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the dog's head, I was about to laugh out loud, but suddenly, a hurricane storm hangs out from a distance.

The hurricane rolled up yellow sand, connecting the sky and the earth.

A figure gradually emerged from the yellow sand.

He walked very slowly, and it seemed like he had exhausted all his strength at every step, but his body was very upright.

The strong contrast was reflected in my eyes and almost overshadowed the scorching sun in the sky.

The figure gradually walked towards us, and when I arrived beside us, I could see clearly what he looked like.

It was a man wrapped in the wind, and the strong wind was flowing around him, and no dust could approach him.

The cloak wrapped around him, the fat pants he was wearing under him, and his thick long hair was tied casually with a rope behind his head.

When he walked into us, the outskirt of his eyes glanced at me inadvertently.

At that moment, I felt as if I was being stared at by a dangerous prehistoric beast.

It seemed to be eternity, or it seemed to be a moment, the man put away his gaze, tightened his cloak, and continued to move forward.

A sense of fear rose in my heart. I gasped heavily and turned my eyes to the distant back again.

The dog's head was whispering. After a while, he screamed suddenly, his face full of fierceness, and he roared in a low voice, and he was about to pounce on the back.

I quickly stretched out my arm and wrapped it around the dog's head.

The dog head refused to give in and screamed: "Bastard, bastard, it's too much. He doesn't even take the great Desert God seriously."

I held the dog's head's neck and felt a little trembling from him.

I raised my head and looked at the direction where the man was walking far away. The long footprints on the ground were gradually smoothed by the wind.

The next day, an uninvited guest came.

He stood in front of my house with his dog's head in one hand and pressed the hilt in the other hand with his sword.

I came out and it was this form.

When he saw me coming out, he smiled, smiling brightly, and the dog's head was thrown to the ground by him.

The dog's head fell to the ground and took a funny breath.

His little follower quickly helped the dog head up.

The dog's head jumped up and pointed at the person and was about to bite.

But before the dog's head moved, it was fixed there.

The sword on the man's waist was extremely quick to sheath, and the sword edge stopped on the dog's neck with a cold light.

The dog's head swallowed and dared not move.

Seeing that he had subdued the dog's head, the man turned around and looked at me with a smile. He took out a portrait from his arms with his other hand and asked with a smile: "May I ask, have you seen this person?"

On the portrait is the man I saw yesterday.

Just in such a daze, the man was able to see him. He smiled at me, nodded, put away the portrait, and said, "Do you know where he went?"

Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but turn my head to the direction where the person disappeared yesterday.

Looking at my movements, he narrowed his eyes. In just a moment, a huge murderous intent gushed out from his body, swept by the murderous intent, and I actually emitted a chill from my bones.

Suddenly, he turned his head, looked at me, and said, "Thank you."

While speaking, he put the sword into the sheath, and at the same time made an apologetic move to the dog's head. After doing all this, he turned around and walked in the direction I looked.

The man walked away for a long time before the dog's head recovered. He swallowed and looked at me, his voice trembling: "Stone, who is that guy?"

Upon hearing this, I shook my head and signaled that I didn't know.

The dog's head said oh, his eyes turned, and he said with confidence: "Fortunately he ran fast, otherwise, let him taste the power of the Death God of Death."

I tilted my head, looked at the dog's head, thinking to myself why you didn't say that just now.

"Dog head."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Have you noticed that he looks very similar to the man yesterday?" I said.
To be continued...