The message was sent out, but there was no reply. Wen Nan raised his hand, knocked on the door, but no one responded from inside the room. He stood at the door listening for a while. The lights inside were on, but there was no sound. [Master-9: Not there? Then I’ll find Qiqi] Zhuang Yichen’s detached villa had a neatly trimmed lawn in front, with a fountain and flower beds. In the back was a garden, with a swimming pool at its center. Next to the pool, one side had a sunroom housing greenhouse flowers and a small partitioned room for Uncle Wang to rest. On the other side, there was a row of exquisitely designed low houses, resembling small, linked temples at first glance, which served as kennels for Zhuang Yichen’s hunting dogs. Night had already deepened, and Uncle Wang had retired early to his resting place in the flower house, drawing the curtains, and hadn’t stepped out again. On the other side of the pool, in the outermost kennel, a golden retriever shook its soft, silky fur, stood up, and the dog’s leash clinked loudly. The golden retriever lifted a front paw, gently waving it, and the chain broke. The golden retriever raised its head, lifting its front paws like a proud pony, and walked out of the kennel, ready to patrol. However, it had just taken one step when a golden light sword blocked beneath its neck. The golden retriever stopped, its nose sniffing the light sword beneath its neck, then followed the sword’s blade, sniffing all the way to the hand holding it. As it was about to touch the fingertip, the opponent’s wrist flicked, and a blade of light flew out, neatly slicing off a tuft of fur from the retriever’s chest. A cold voice rang, "The cats and dogs in the instance map can’t be reforged in the furnace. Death is final. If it weren’t for the sake of this dog’s body, the sword would have cut your neck, not fur." The golden retriever retracted its cold nose, simply sat down on the ground in front of the kennel, looked up with a sidelong glance at the person in front, "The mighty Jun Wuming, can’t let go of a dog?" "You admit you’re a dog?" Yu Shujun snorted coldly, "You’re insulting dogs." The golden retriever’s eyes narrowed dangerously, staring at Yu Shujun’s face for a moment, its gaze fell on the golden pattern on Yu Shujun’s neck, and a complex emotion flickered in its eyes. For a moment, it couldn’t help raising its front paw slightly, as if wanting to reach out and touch the intricate round pattern from afar. "Previously, when it was in that man’s palm, I only caught a glimpse from a distance, unclear. "Now, under the night, up close, you can see clearly, it’s truly beautiful, golden... engraved with fragment runes... indeed, a one-of-a-kind control pattern in this world... "If I had known these fragments could be used , I would have exhausted all the resources of the guild to make Guardian Twelve take these fragments—" Halfway through the speech, a flash of golden light slashed towards its outstretched paw. The retriever hurriedly shut up, dodging quickly, but the golden light still neatly sliced off the four claws on its paw. Apparently, the other side held back; otherwise, with the speed of the Root Breaking Slash, at such a close distance, a dog’s body couldn’t possibly evade it. Sticking out its tongue, it licked the bloodstain on its paw in mock dignity, the golden retriever spoke, "This is a strategy instance, unless the main task of the corresponding instance level fails, otherwise, for any other reason killing a player’s life risks your account cancellation, such a simple principle, don’t need me to remind you, do you?" Yu Shujun replied coldly, "Killing a dog, what risk is there for me." The golden retriever’s eyes once again narrowed slightly, examining the person beside, "Jun Wuming, you’ve changed." Yu Shujun’s gaze turned cold. Just heard the golden retriever continue, "Changed to be more talkative, even joking around?" In his memory, the Jun Wuming like a machine, ruthless and taciturn, how in just over half a month’s absence did he become ? Thinking of this, the retriever’s gaze unconsciously fell again on the pattern on the other’s neck. The Root Breaking Slash in Yu Shujun’s hand let out a hum, as if it was about to fly out in the next moment and end the life of this dog beside him. But Yu Shujun ultimately held back, suppressing his anger, asked, "That thing, where is it?" The retriever grinned, "Shouldn’t I be asking you that, why are you asking me instead?" Yu Shujun wanted to say something more, but in the system, he received a message from [Master-self-righteous fool], the anger on his face instantly diminished, replaced with a look of confusion. Just as he was about to respond in his mind, the scornful voice of the retriever rang sharply in his ear: "What’s wrong? A sudden change of expression? Didn’t you receive a call from your master?" Yu Shujun gave up responding, tightened his grip on the Root Breaking Slash in his hand, his eyes like a hawk fixed on the dog beside him. The retriever felt a chill under the gaze, sensing something amiss, "What are you doin—" Before the word was finished, in the silent night, there was a sharp, piercing sound of "zoom zoom zoom", and the retriever was enveloped in the afterimages formed by golden light. In the blink of an eye, the afterimages dissipated, and the once bushy golden fur of the hunting dog was shaved clean, making it look like a giant rat. The night concealed Thousand Threads and Fiber, unable to attach, the retriever reverted back to a dumb-looking big dog, spinning in circles in place, madly chasing its own bald tail.