The dog lay on the ground and snorted twice, looking half-dead, but when it saw Zhang Han stepping to leave, it jumped up and ran around Zhang Han continuously.

Looking at its vigorous appearance, how can it still be the kind of iron-clad gold dog that was butchered before? The current appearance, the living prince of the dog world!

"From now on, I'll call you Blackie." Zhang Han smiled lightly and reached out to pat its head.