Su Chenyuan felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life, no, in the past eight thousand years. Above the nine heavens, thunderclouds were overwhelming. He stood with his hands behind his back, his white clothes were whiter than the snow, and nine phantoms of real dragons circled around him, which was like a fairy spirit fluttering. After eight thousand years of cultivation to reach the pinnacle of Mahayana, he is only one step away from ascending to the immortal world. He has rehearsed today's scene in his mind three hundred times -
When the sky thunder fell, he calmly caught it, the heaven and earth shook, and thousands of immortals came to court. Perfect. As a result, the ninth thunder did not come. What came out was a dark crack, like someone had stabbed a hole in the sky with a knife. Before Su Chenyuan could curse, a suction force came from the crack, which was so strong that his hairstyle collapsed on the spot. The hosta that bound his hair flew away without knowing where, and his hair was all over his face. "No, wait--" Before he could finish his words, the person was gone. When he opened his eyes again, Su Chenyuan smelled a suffocating smell. That's not fairy energy, not spiritual energy, it's swill. The swill that had been left out for three days was still mixed with rotten cabbage and a yellow liquid of unknown origin. His face, no, his nose, was only 0.5 Centimeters away from the puddle.
Su Chenyuan raised his head suddenly and hit something on the back of his head. He turned around and realized that he was lying on his stomach. The four legs were hairy and gray, with black mud stuffed between the nails. He looked down at his paws, then up again.
Paw.
Furry paws.
Su Chenyuan took a deep breath. Inhaled the smell of swill.
"Cough cough cough——"
He wanted to cough, and what came out was a sharp dog bark: "Woof!"
