C1869

A faint sound, carried by the wind from far away, entered Murong Sheng's ears.

Take your life, Dogman.

Murong Sheng's brows creased slightly. From the sound of it, it seemed like an assassin had come to assassinate a dog official?

It was unclear what unlucky official had been caught in such a place.

He was afraid that the odds were against him.

"A dog official..