I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Everything was disgusting.

This was the real feeling that Bing Nandong had when he suddenly realized that he seemed to have tortured those who had tormented him in the past to death even more severely than before.

He gradually realized that the world was cyclical. He was extremely tired of those disgusting people who tortured him to death and brought him back to life repeatedly. He felt that it would be cleaner to just kill them instead of seeing them again.

He was supposed to have a white moonlight, which was imposed on him by the Heavenly Dao. In previous cycles, he thought it was perfectly normal and didn't pursue it too much. But now, trying hard to recall, he still couldn't find a suitable candidate in his memory.

What is the white moonlight?

Does he have someone he longs for?

The answer is of course no.

So who exactly is he?

A puppet created by the will of Heaven, devoid of any self.

Bing Nandong found it laughable and absurd, but that was just how his life had been, so adding a few more laughable episodes wouldn't make a difference.

However, perhaps Heaven realized that he was getting out of control, and his so-called "white moonlight" gradually began to be materialized by some people.

This must be the fifth person to try and influence him under the guise of doing what's best for him; they're incredibly hypocritical.

Bing Nandong twisted the other person's neck, gradually tightening his grip. He watched as the other person's limbs trembled and struggled violently, their eyes reddening like a pitiful little rabbit. They suffocated, and finally their head drooped, their hands and feet hanging limply.

Bing Nandong tossed the body aside, looked at his hands, wiped them a few times with a handkerchief, and finally decided to let it go.

Anyway, he's filthy, so he has no right to look down on others.

What lies beyond the Way of Heaven, and by what right does the Way of Heaven control his entire life?

Bing Nan Dong was unwilling, resentful, and determined to break through this barrier!

He didn't know if he had succeeded, but the pain of his soul being separated from his shattered body was too obvious. When Bing Nandong opened his eyes again, he found that everything around him was different: four wheels that could run, and streets that were clearly different from his own world.

Why was his line of sight so low? Bing Nan Dong tried to walk, only to find himself on all fours.

He may have come to a world outside of the Heavenly Dao, or perhaps to another hell under the rule of the Heavenly Dao.

***

Bing Nandong quickly accepted that he was a dog, and a little dog who had been abandoned and was thrown into a corner with the trash, with his life hanging by a thread.

Unable to use spiritual power, extremely weak and pitiful.

His body was getting more and more tired, but Bing Nandong didn't care anymore. He thought he might be able to die here.

For him, death was a relief.

Unfortunately, he didn't die. He was saved by a fool who stared at him for a long time before leaving. These past few days, some strangely dressed people had lingered in front of him, trying to touch him, but were scared away by Bing Nan Dong's snarling.

But this person was different. He walked away and then turned back, holding the umbrella over his head, getting himself wet in the process, and asked if he wanted to go home with him.

This person must be crazy, otherwise why would they ask a dog such a question?

The person wrapped it in clothes, which restricted its movement and prevented it from biting him.

Later, Bing Nandong lived with this person. He bought him a nest and various small toys, and took care of him. Bing Nandong didn't know what this person's name was, but he thought he was very talkative. Moreover, he would go out at a certain time every day, but he wouldn't come back at the same time. Most of the time, he would be late, until it was dark.

But no matter how late this person returned, they would always take him for a walk outside. Bing Nandong disliked the collar around his neck, and this person must have noticed this, so they wouldn't restrict him unless absolutely necessary.

Bing Nandong didn't know what this world was like; he just felt that this person was extremely weak.

Sometimes, this person can stay in the house with him for two days, holding him while watching a glowing object where various characters appear and stories unfold. They will also listen to music coming from a small glowing object together.

This person enjoys researching recipes and sharing them with others.

This person gave him the name "Mao Mao," which is absolutely awful.

This person is so long-winded, it's really annoying...

Everything in this world was unfamiliar to him, except for this person, who made him feel familiar with it.

Bing Nandong would occasionally see all sorts of murder cases and car accidents in the large, glowing objects... He felt that the place where this person lived was still dangerous, and this person was so good-tempered, so mild-mannered and innocent. Bing Nandong was afraid that he might accidentally die out there.

However, this person did not allow him to go out when he was not around, so he could only wait at the door as the time approached, hoping to see the person sooner rather than later.

Bing Nandong didn't know what kind of mentality this was. He hadn't worried about others like this for a very long time, as if his atrophied abilities had been revived and were growing vigorously again.

Not long ago, he was so angry that he wanted to bite the other person anytime, anywhere. This feeling is just too strange.

Bing Nandong gradually adapted to this place. This person seemed to be just like him, without friends or family, all alone. This person was very lonely, afraid of leaving, that's what this person told him. This person said that he should grow up well, that they would always be together, and that they would travel together in the future.

If he doesn't dislike this person, then he can reluctantly treat him better while he's still in this world.

So even though his body was at its limit, he still insisted on staying with him. It wasn't difficult at all. Compared to this, the pain he had suffered in the past was nothing. Moreover, being by this person's side, everything else would be forgotten, leaving only a feeling of warmth.

But this person told him, "That's enough, that's enough."

Is that really enough?

Bing Nandong felt it wasn't enough, but he closed his eyes because the way this person was crying and laughing was really ugly, and Bing Nandong didn't like him like that.

If only this person could be in his world.

If only he had met this person from the beginning.

……

Let's forget about it. If this person finds out that he's inside the puppy's body, he'll be very disappointed, and he might even look at him with the same kind of hope that he'll die soon as possible, just like those other people.

Bing Nandong emerged from the puppy's body. The person couldn't see him, yet he stood guard over the puppy's corpse, weeping bitterly. Bing Nandong couldn't help but try to wipe away his tears, but he couldn't touch him.

Bing Nandong knew he was leaving, so he did what he had always wanted to do. He ruffled the man's hair.

Don't be lonely, don't be sad.

Stay here and live a good life, stay in this place that's so much better than his disgusting world.