Buried in Peace

Yellow Wind's body was still warm and soft. Zhang Xiaohua walked over, placed its claws, which were stretched straight toward the sky, over its chest, and said softly, "I don't know whether you knew you were called Yellow Wind, nor do I know how to address you. But rest easy, old sir. Leave this child to me. I'll raise it well. Ah, right—does your child... drink milk?"

Zhang Xiaohua could not help scratching his head. He had not seen Yellow Wind nurse the child these past few days. What exactly did it eat? Then he looked at the little black puppy and said, "Since this little black puppy has been entrusted to me, I can only accept. Go in peace. I'll do my best to raise them and educate them into creatures with ideals and ambitions..."

At this point, Zhang Xiaohua's heart stirred. Yellow Wind and Black Lightning had plagued the Incense-Passing Cult for years. Once these two little beasts grew up, they would surely inherit their mothers' divine abilities. Could he use them to hold the Incense-Passing Cult hostage?

Hehe. If the Incense-Passing Cult ever makes this young hero unhappy, I'll immediately have these two little things vent this young master's anger!

Then Zhang Xiaohua looked at Yellow Wind's open eyes, placed his hand over them, and slowly closed them. "Go in peace, old sir. I've said everything that needed saying. Your refusing to close your eyes like this is putting a lot of pressure on me."

Yet the moment Zhang Xiaohua removed his hand, Yellow Wind's eyes immediately opened again. Zhang Xiaohua jumped in fright. "No way! Is there still something troubling you? Oh, right. In a moment, I'll find a place with good feng shui and bury you together with Black Lightning, so you may rest in