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It is a poodle worth millions with top pedigree, the real "president" of the pet industry. He is arrogant, picky, and has a bad temper, and he won't obey anyone. But at that auction, it didn't choose anyone, but chose the ordinary me. From then on, there was a lot of chaos in the house: Let it go into the cage? It's embarrassing. A few words about it? It's more horizontal than me. Coming home late, stealing food, or bringing someone of the opposite sex home? Just blow up your hair and get angry. But whenever I feel wronged, meet a scumbag, or get bullied, It is always the first one to stand in front of me, "adjudicating" all uneasiness with its actions. Others thought I was the one raising it. Only I know-- It's this arrogant and domineering "favorite judge", He lowered his body and protected me for life. The noise is real, It is also true to never leave and never give up.

. Title of work: "Lock my soul to prove you win" 2. Introduction Shen Du dug my grave, shattered my monument, and locked my remaining soul into his bones and blood. He said: "Chu Jingyuan, I'm locking your soul just to prove one thing - I can beat you." From then on, every time he won a battle, he would use my soul fire to mark the word "win" in the history books. I borrowed his blood-coagulating blade and stabbed him through the celebration party with my backhand. If he wins an inch of land, I curse him with three points of national destiny. Both the government and the public said that His Majesty was haunted by a demon who killed his Lord. They didn't understand that the closer he got to victory, the more the blood curse would bite him apart. On the throne, he pinched my lifeline and forced me to admit defeat. I licked the blood from his lips and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, your heart is beating fast - are you afraid that you can't win against me, or are you afraid that... You will lose only to me?" Later, the sky fell, and the blood of close relatives was needed to fill it. The hand holding the sword was shaking violently, but the tip of the sword was turned towards his heart, and his voice was as hoarse as a broken bellows: "... Let me win this round, okay?" "I win... The right to die for you." But in this proof of "win", he made all the wrong bets from the beginning.