"Little doggy, I'm going away to school. My parents won't let me keep a dog, either. They say you're too plain."
"Wah... I'm sorry. I can't take you with me."
"Once you finish this chicken leg, we'll have to say goodbye. I hope you eventually find someone kind-a good owner."
Dharma King remembered the past.
A scumbag had stabbed him several times, and an old lady had saved him.
The rare peaceful life Dharma King had enjoyed had been all too brief.
Before long, the old lady had suddenly fallen gravely ill and passed away.
Her children had come back from out of town to arrange her funeral, bringing Silver Bell with them.
Silver Bell had looked after Dharma King throughout that time, but she had to return to school eventually.
A week later, once the funeral arrangements were finished, Silver Bell's parents had refused to take a plain local dog like Dharma King home with them.
Silver Bell could only bid Dharma King farewell in tears. With no one willing to adopt him, he had become a stray once again.
Of course Dharma King still remembered Silver Bell. Strictly speaking, she had done him no great favor, but she was his benefactor's granddaughter.
Looking at the unconscious Silver Bell, Dharma King picked her up and carried her back so Mi Li could treat her.
Silver Bell woke up halfway there.
She stared at Dharma King in shock. He looked a little familiar.
Dharma King spoke in a human voice. "You're awake, Silver Bell. I'm the little doggy from back then."
Silver Bell froze for a long moment before exclaiming in delight, "It's you, little doggy! You've grown so big, and you can even talk!"
Dharma King smiled. "I have a name now-Dharma King. My master gave it to me,