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Poodles know they are badly wounded, and wild animals often have a clear sense of their approaching death.

It barely raised its neck to rub against the Samoyed, whimpering low.

His body was in severe pain from inside to outside, and his mouth was full of the smell of blood and burnt flesh. It stared at its companion with round black eyes, but its vision was already blurred by the flames.

It thought it was going to die, and died with the nasty Gore and Gore.

Before it dies, it wants to be a wayward guy.

The poodle barked intermittently, making a request to its companions.

"It" wants to be petted on the head by Twoleg.

The dog that most misses Twolegs is the poodle.

From the first time he smelled Twolegs in the territory, he was the most excited among his companions, wagging his tail and always thinking of running with Twolegs, and was scratched off by the cat for this reason.

The smell of Twolegs is very good, it is a scent that dogs have never smelled before, and they feel close and attached to them from the bottom of their bones.

They want to be petted on the head, to be praised by Twolegs, to wag their tails to show their bellies and act coquettishly. Even if they are hostile, they cannot produce too much aggression.

Just like they smell, they hunt, and they live in groups, it is derived from the survival instinct of their ancestors.

The poodle wagged its tail and whimpered to its companion.

Samoyed was the first to utter a voice of objection, barking loudly.

But this time, the big black dog who had been standing by it expressed a different opinion, with a deep and powerful voice.

Maybe Twolegs would be dangerous, but the poodle was already dying, so what if it was dangerous?

In the end, the big yellow dog took a deep look at the Twolegs a few steps away, and led the group of dogs back to a safe distance where the Twolegs would not be vigilant.

Twolegs are too dangerous, and it can't let members of the group take risks, but the poodle wants to get close to Twolegs at the end of its life, and it won't stop it—it understands the unreasonable desire and closeness. I can't help wagging my tail when I smell it.

Qi Guang watched the dogs retreat, leaving only the seriously injured poodle in place.

Probably after judging that the threat from him and Hiss was greater than the importance of staying behind to protect his companions, the dogs retreated to a place where he could not easily catch them, watching what happened to them from afar.

The poodle huddled alone, trembling with pain.

It couldn't find the Twolegs in its blurred vision, so it could only rely on the faint light and shadow to turn its head and call in possible directions.

That was the sound of a puppy calling to its mother when it was still a puppy.

Because of hunger, because of cold, because of fear, she uttered that thin and sharp whimper, calling for the attention of the protector.

When an adult bark imitates the barking of a puppy, it is like an adult crying like a baby by pinching his throat.

But it was enough for Qi Guang to understand what the poodle wanted to express.

Pet dogs sometimes also make this sound, dawdling around their owners and acting like a baby.

The wound on the poodle's body smeared blood on the ground. It turned its head, helplessly and pitifully looking for straws.

Heath still spread his wings and tensed his body, vigilant that this was a trick of the enemy showing weakness and ambush, but he didn't expect that Qi Guang, who was protected behind him, would lose his chain.

Qi Guang walked over.

Of course, he put on the shield exchanged by the system mall, and confirmed with the system three times that his physique would not be infected again even if he was bitten by a zombie.

System: Your zombie virus is more advanced than it!To infect it is you who infect it!

The poodle sensed the approach of the Twoleg.

Although its ears are buzzing and its eyes can't see clearly, and its most sensitive nose hurts like it's rotten, but when Twolegs approached, it raised its head and whimpered, and struggled to move twice.

As Qi Guang approached, he carefully examined the poodle.

He still wasn't sure if it was a zombie or something else, nor how dangerous it was.

On the earth where there is no stubborn resistance of human beings, once the zombie virus breaks out, it will spread faster than in the last days.

The poodle opened its wet round eyes and blinked strenuously. The eyes were full of pity and anticipation, revealing an expression of longing and coquettishness.

This kind of agile expression is not at all like the dullness of a zombie - you must know that even if Qi Guang is only half of a zombie, the part in charge of emotions is also affected and becomes less sensitive, even when he smiles, he is a little stiff.

Qi Guang squatted down, and the poodle seemed to know it, and rubbed hard on the ground trying to get closer to him.

It felt something on its head and stroked it gently.

Twoleg patted its head.

Every inch of the body still hurts, and the touched place twitches and transmits a sharp pain to the brain, but at the same time, a kind of happiness and satisfaction that it has never experienced surges up, and the pain is instantly eliminated.

Its tail swayed a few times in disobedience, whimpered softly and rubbed against the Twolegs' hand, as if it was a newborn puppy, able to nestle in its mother's arms and fall asleep after eating and drinking.

As the pain disappeared, consciousness gradually faded away, its eyelids kept drooping, and its voice gradually became inaudible.

Only the weak breath from the tip of the nose proves that it is still alive.

The stench of zombies intensified.

The blood oozing from the wound had a sticky stench, and it looked bright red, but it was different from the blood that flowed out before.

It's transforming into a zombie.

Perhaps the special situation of this zombie dog is because it is infected with the zombie virus, but it is still alive.

Killing, infecting, and devouring humans, besides the instincts of these zombies, there are also instincts belonging to dogs.

Qi Guang tried to speculate, staring at the dying poodle.

He knew very well that the safest way at this time was to burn the poodle completely before it completely turned into a zombie after it died, but he raised his hand, and there was still a little warmth left in the palm.

Those round black eyes were wet, with longing and pitiful light.

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Qi Guang admitted that he was a little bit hesitant.

We can explain it in a relatively easy-to-understand way-Qi Guang is a dog.

In the last days, a dog is a very good partner. If you treat it well, it will follow you faithfully without any extra thoughts.

Qi Guang raised a dog after the end of the world, probably a stray dog ​​from somewhere, and he didn't keep it for a long time, less than three months at a time.

It was a small mixed-breed dog, dirty and fleshless when it came, nervous and aggressive, rushing into Qi Guang's shelter with bravado and yelling.

Even if Qi Guang as the owner can only provide touch and encouragement, he is hungry and sometimes needs the help of the dog. The dog is willing to wag his tail at him and let him hug him for warmth in the cold winter.

Qi Guang didn't give it a name, and the facts were just as he expected. One day in the third month, the dog went out and never came back.

Qi Guang has no feelings for cats or Jiujiu, but he does prefer Wangwang.

He put his hand on the poodle and sighed softly.

As if waking up from a dream, "it" faded away from the vague consciousness, and was pulled back by an invisible hand.

"It" groaned in pain and opened its eyes.

His vision was blurred, his ears were buzzing, and he vaguely felt himself being hugged and lying in a warm and safe embrace.