V1.Chapter 1192

It was not their parents who opened the door, but waste dogs! It's a real waste dog! It's not a virtual waste dog, it's normal!

This made Cha guess confused. The first time Cha guess looked into the house, his parents were preparing meals. No, they had just eaten. His parents had no problem and there was no god thing, but ah, the waste dog was a little strange and scared.

Why is the waste dog killed with chachai a few days ago here? And isn't he dead? Chachai saw his spear directly through the body of the waste dog with his own eyes. How can he still be alive, and still show a living man.

Suddenly, the back of Cha Chai's head was hit not light but not heavy. When Cha Chai looked back, it was the waste dog, still the same as before. There was no virtual appearance at all, and he was still smiling like that. But what happened to the virtual smell in the room just now? Was it because he was really too tired, an illusion, or did he always have paranoia?

Cha guessed that when he looked at the waste dog, he was surrounded by a piece of gauze on his hand, and there was a little blood on it. Are these things all hallucinations? Is it true that he thought too much? Even if it's not empty, what's the matter with the waste dog? Isn't he dead?

"Hey, what are you looking at? It's time to eat. Why don't you help your uncles and aunts?" the waste dog shouted at Cha Chai.

It's still the past, or the old waste dog, which makes Cha guess in a trance. Is it true that he is dreaming, or is he really suffering from fantasy? It's unbelievable.

How did the deceased Su Sheng do it? This thought is a matter of no shadow. Therefore, he must be too nervous to think of this. Moreover, he is still so real looking at the waste dog and the bandage on his hand.

"Little guess, please help me. The dog came to our house. Today, we'll make up for him. Look at what his hands look like. You must have a degree of madness!" Cha guess's mother looked at them and said.

Chachai's father's face was not very good. Looking at chachai, he said, "what else did you say? There's a new job. Isn't it still the same? Is it necessary to hide it from my father? Listen to me, you and the dog. Understand that I'll arrange work for you both. Don't mix it up!"

The waste dog nodded and bowed and agreed, which was puzzled by the way he looked, because he didn't understand what happened to the times. He had mistakenly entered the parallel world or what happened. However, the waste dog in front of him was still so real. It didn't look like he was occupied by the virtual body, and he didn't want to make it virtual. He had seen the virtual appearance of the waste dog before, It's scary.

Cha Chai frowned, touched the waste dog and said, "are you okay? These days, i... how do I feel so hard on you."

"Ah... I've been working out for a while. I also want to strengthen my body. How can I do without exercise? You have to exercise, too. You know, Cha Chai, or you'll always drag me back!" the waste dog smiled at Cha Chai's shoulder.

Cha Chai also raised one eyebrow and said, "fitness? Why didn't I know you had this habit before? Huh?"

"Oh, oh, look at your two children. They will quarrel as soon as they meet. How long have you not seen each other? They still quarrel with me here. Don't quarrel, otherwise you two will go out! Hear me! Don't quarrel!"

Looking at such an ignorant mother, Cha guessed a lot. Who is this waste dog? Now, there should be no problem in his consciousness. Besides, he shouldn't have remembered wrong. Cha guessed that he was a dead man now.

At that time, everything in front of us is so clear and visible. This is an impossible thing. If you die, how can you still be here? Cha guess is also thinking repeatedly. You always don't know what to believe, so you keep dragging.

At dinner, the waste dog sandwiched vegetables for chachai's mother. This move stunned chachai. The waste dog sandwiched the vegetables with a bandaged hand, and he didn't see that his hand felt painful, and he still used it at will.

This is very strange. Chachai's hand is broken. Why can it still be used like this? Doesn't the wound hurt? Chachai's mother also saw it and said in a hurry: "Oh, boy, you eat your food. You see your hands are broken. You can't bring food to your aunt. You can eat it yourself. Your aunt can eat it."

The waste dog was also stunned, then nodded and looked at the nearby Cha Chai. He was looking at him with a strange look. The fat dog also pretended to be calm and asked, "what's the matter? Guess, why don't you eat? Look what I'm doing and see if I can eat enough?"

Cha Chai shook his head. Maybe he just thought too much, but the waste dog is a person who cherishes his life. He will protect his body where the skin is broken. If his hand is broken, he hates to have to eat, but now he still uses his hand to add food to his mother. This is a little strange, because it is illogical at all.

No one is hurt like this. Besides, his palm is pierced. Normally, he can't use chopsticks at all, but maybe the waste dog is not afraid of pain. What if he is not afraid of pain.

Cha Chai has been actually monitoring the waste dog, because first, he doesn't mention whether the waste dog is true or whether he is dreaming. Cha Chai now feels that there should be no mistake in his consciousness, because he can't remember anything wrong. After all, it happened to him.

So it's either an illusion to fight with a waste dog before, or it's an illusion now.

But Zha guess didn't feel that he was hallucinating now. Therefore, he pinched his thigh to see if it was true. Later, he also found that the pain existed, that is to say, he was not dreaming or in a fantasy.

Cha Chai also carefully observed the waste dog during the meal. As before, he wanted to wolf down like he ate. It was as if they were so good. There had never been any contradiction. The waste dog ate with his head depressed over there. Cha Chai looked at it and didn't eat or talk.

It's nice to watch old friends eat at home. In fact, sometimes it's also a kind of enjoyment. It's a kind of predictable enjoyment that was owned in the past, but not now. I can't speak for a long time.

The waste dog noticed the action of checking and guessing, then frowned at him and said, "do I have food on my face? Why don't I eat?"

"Enough."

The golden light began to appear on Cha Chai's fist and a smile appeared on his face