Ye Qing woke up among the water plants. Although the sky was bright, there was absolutely no one passing by in this area.
Ye Qing released the tail of the mongrel. The mongrel jumped up and dashed off. Running a bit far, it turned back, casting a frightened glance at Ye Qing. It was obvious that it had developed a fear of Ye Qing.
No wonder, Ye Qing had held onto its tail all night and almost dragged it into the river to drown. How could it not be afraid? Now that it finally had its freedom, of course, it would run away immediately.
Watching the mongrel, Ye Qing just slowly nodded. He still felt very grateful towards the mongrel. Without it, he would have surely lost his life.
