My master has gone crazy.

　　I lay in a 32-square-meter dog house, watching a gloomy Mu Ye with a black aura, a sad dog face.

　　I never expected that instead of cultivating spiritual power, he used demonic power.

　　It seems that the male protagonist is a cultivator of both immortality and demons, starting from the Tianlang Festival.

　　Mu Ye's face was extremely painful; he had cultivated spiritual power for twenty years, and his body could not accommodate demonic energy.

　　Fortunately, the original book mentioned similar symptoms for the male protagonist, as if he had been carried by Tianlang to some kind of pool, where he underwent body tempering and marrow cleansing.

　　This is easy; Tianlang is the nephew of my grandmother's cousin's younger brother.

　　I gave him three strings of candied hawthorns, and he agreed to help by carrying Mu Ye to the Demon Spring.

　　I looked at Tianlang's two small wings and felt excited.

　　I earnestly advised him to become Mu Ye's spirit beast, so that Auntie could take care of him too.

　　Little Tianlang thought about it anxiously for a while, and finally agreed at the price of five strings of candied hawthorns.

　　Now that there is a wolf, I don't want to talk to someone without a wolf.

　　I chatted with Little Tianlang about everyday life, and when I looked up, I could see Mu Ye squatting in the Demon Spring, closing his eyes to adjust the turbulent demonic energy in his body.

　　"Our master is really handsome," I said, patting Little Tianlang's shoulder, feeling amazed.

　　Little did I know, that little guy tilted his head and said that we were different.

　　Because he is a spirit beast, he and Mu Ye have a relationship of older brother and younger brother.

　　I, on the other hand, am just a simple dog, so we have a master-servant relationship.

　　"Auntie, you don't have any spiritual energy in your body.

　　Have you not cultivated at all these years?" Looking at the sincere expression on Little Tianlang's face as he asked, I was filled with anger.

　　How would I know? I came here as a useless dog.

　　Older brother and younger brother, master and dog.

　　I frowned and struggled for a while, deciding to be lazy.

　　I'm pretty comfortable being a dog.

　　Cultivation is for fighting with others, but there's always someone who has nothing better to do than fight a dog.