Hiss!
Just as Zhang Xiaohao's fist was about to hit the little runt, the little runt fell asleep.
Zhang Xiaohao hit the brakes hard and had to stop.
"Dead dog! You ate so much of my stuff and now you're pretending to be dead?" Zhang Xiaohao grumbled.
He kicked the little runt twice with his foot.
The little runt didn't react at all and started snoring.
"Dammit, I'll stuff you to death!" Zhang Xiaohao said irritably.
Grabbing the little runt, he walked toward the room.
He casually tossed the little runt onto the sofa and Zhang Xiaohao stopped paying attention to it.
Sitting on the bed,
he put the few remaining elixirs into the Shennong Ring and also stored away the golden Inheritance Bead.
"Phew! The ten-thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine and these several dozen thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine plants, luckily they were not gulped down by that damn dog. Otherwise, I would have definitely boiled you," Zhang Xiaohao said.