Pet King

The rain had not completely stopped, and it continued to fall intermittently. However, compared to the previous storm, it was already insignificant. It could be said that it was difficult for a Typhoon to cause rain.

Zhang Zian stood on the second floor and watched Wang Qian and Li Kun drive the assault boat to send little celery and her daughter away. Little celery kept waving goodbye until they turned the corner and could no longer see the Pet Shop.

Just as Wang Qian and Li Kun had guessed, now that the street had become a River, the assault boat was riding the wind and Breaking the Waves. It was more eye-catching than driving a Ferrari sports car, and the real Ferrari sports car was still submerged underwater because of its low chassis.

When the neighbors saw that the typhoon had stopped, they all stuck their heads out of the windows on the second and third floors. They just happened to see the assault boat speeding past. Their eyes were filled with unspeakable envy. Everyone was trapped at home, but those who had boats could come and go as they pleased. After all, even in coastal cities, no one would prepare their own assault boats.

Occasionally, assault boats from the municipal and fishery departments would pass by, busy rescuing the people trapped outside or whose houses were flooded by the typhoon, but it was really a drop in the bucket. Big boats could not come in, and small boats were not enough. In addition to saving people, clean drinking water and food had to be distributed, and the public's emotions were placated through speakers.

Otakus were easy to calm down. It didn't matter if there was no water or electricity, as long as their phones had electricity and internet. However, most people needed more things to survive. The sky was about to turn dark, and it was too uncomfortable to spend the night in the dark.

The typhoon had come too suddenly, and it was inevitable to be caught off guard. Not everyone was as prepared as Zhang Zian was. After all, the aquarium was too afraid of power outages, and the Pet Shop was too afraid of flooding.

With this experience, the people of Binhai would not be so flustered the next time a Typhoon came.

Zhang Zian and the staff continued to go downstairs to clear the sewage that had flooded in.

After about half an hour, Wang Qian and Li Kun came back. They said that they had safely sent little celery and her mother to their neighborhood. They drove the boat all the way to the entrance of the building. They lived on the upper floor, and the elevator well was soaked in water. There was no electricity, which meant that they could only climb up to the upper floor step by step, but there was no other way.

Zhang Zian asked the staff to go home, but now that the typhoon had stopped and their families had received the news that they were safe, they were in no hurry to leave. After all, it was really troublesome for Zhang Zian to take in the water by himself.

It was not until midnight that the staff drove the assault boat away one after another.

As all the sewers in the city were blocked, the sewage would not be discharged in a short time. The water level was only slightly lower than when the typhoon had just stopped. Even by tomorrow, the sewage would not completely go away, so Zhang Zian told the staff to rest at home tomorrow and not come. They would not be open for business anyway.

After they left, he and the elves had dinner.

The cat Elfins ate all kinds of canned food, snowy Lionet ate raw beef sirloin, and Zhang Zian and famous ate the self-heating rice he bought online.

Not only little celery, her mother, and the staff, but the elves also realized something from the story in the picture book. As for what it was, each elf felt different, so they were particularly quiet when they ate.

It had been a really tiring day. Even Zhang Zian, who was still young, was so tired that his back and legs hurt from frequently bending over to offer chrysanthemums. After climbing into bed, he didn't want to move anymore. There was nothing to do in the dark, so it was better to go to bed.

He couldn't sleep well either. He had to wake up every few hours to clean the sewage. Otherwise, when he woke up the next morning, it would be a flood.

He set the alarm on his phone and fell asleep almost instantly.

Mere mortals! Seeing that you have served me for many days, even if you have no credit, you have worked hard. I will not pursue your crime of great disrespect ...

Zian, I've taught you everything I've learned in my life. Remember to practice hard. It will be of great use in the future ...

Meow meow meow! Stinky man! It's a pity that I still haven't turned you into a girl ...

Zian, thank you for helping me find my name ...

Gah gah! When I'm not around, you idiot must be very lonely!

The revolution had not yet succeeded, and the director still needed to work hard!

Squeak ... Squeak ...

Ajeoan~stingy~why can't you be generous to me just this once?

Brother, may God guide your path.

Meow~Zian~

In his daze, he seemed to hear the voices of the elves, but he was too sleepy. His eyelids seemed to be glued, and he couldn't open them no matter what.

He knew that it was still late at night, and the elves should be sleeping, but why ...

Was it a dream?

This feeling was indeed very similar to a dream, especially the kind of dream where a ghost pressed on the bed. It was the scientific sleeping paralysis. He clearly felt that he was awake, but he could not open his eyes and sit up no matter what.

What are you guys talking about? Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night?

Sleep paralysis generally occurred at two times: one was when you had just fallen asleep, and the other was when you were about to wake up. The common point was that during the half-awake period, the brain that was not fully awake could not control the muscles, so it would produce all kinds of terrible illusions.

He used all his strength and struggled to wake up completely, but he couldn 't.

It would have been fine if he had been completely woken up from a nightmare, but this was not a nightmare.

After a while, Yingying couldn't tell how long this "while" was. Maybe it was just a moment, or maybe it was a few minutes. The voices of the Yingying elves seemed to have disappeared, and the surroundings returned to silence.

Was it a dream?

As soon as he relaxed his mind, he felt an irresistible sense of fatigue. This time, he completely fell into the dream.

It was as if the glue that held his eyelids had disappeared. He suddenly opened his eyes, and this time, he opened them very easily.

In front of him was ...

An excellent view.

It was a green ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see.

There was a faint mist under his feet ...

He immediately recognized where he was. This was the peak of Misty Mountain, not the modern Misty Mountain.

To be honest, he heaved a sigh of relief, because he knew that this was a dream.

Since he knew it was a dream, he also knew who had pulled him into the dream.

Sure enough, when he turned around, he saw Zhuang Xiaodie, dressed in a Han Chinese dress, sitting on a stone bench, looking into the distance.

He was already familiar with the dream world, and he was able to detect dreams faster and faster. He was secretly happy for his intelligence.

"Yo! Have you eaten?"

He raised his hand to greet her.

Zhuang Xiaodie did not answer this nonsense, and he had long been used to her coldness.

"I feel like your work is getting rougher. This stone chair shouldn't be here." He pointed at the stone chair she was sitting on, his tone like Conan.

"Oh?" She finally reacted and turned to look at him."You think so?"