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Noro's injury recovery was slow, but Qi Guang didn't have much room to intervene. The protective suits of the test pilots were all loaded with medicine and sufficient nutrients. After turning on the emergency switch, they only had to wait for their bodies to recover.

Bor was also put to good use (bu). The fluid secreted from the wings was happily used by Heath as fertilizer to irrigate the ground. Practice has proved that the fluid secreted by redundant feathers does have the effect of promoting plant growth.

However, it must be diluted, and it should not be poured too much at one time, otherwise it is easy to burn the roots.

Being carried by Heath to drain the last drop of secretion from the feathers, Bor lay weakly on the ground, feeling that he might have gone to the wrong set.

"Wang Wang?"

The poodle's injury has basically healed, and he can trot a little in the yard.

It curiously leaned over to Boer, sniffing at his familiar scent.

— This is the enemy.

There is a voice in its consciousness telling it this, a bit like Gorey who once suppressed its consciousness, but also reveals the remoteness and illusory that it doesn't understand.

That voice sounded directly in the depths of its consciousness, and then echoed several times like an echo.

enemy.

is the enemy.

Violent and angry, it poked at its consciousness.

Affected by this emotion, it couldn't help baring its fangs at Bor, barking sharply and forcefully a few times.

Soon there were a few dog barks echoing outside—the members of the dog group were wandering around these days, although this is the territory of cats, they can only rely on the sound to confirm that each other is safe.

Bol was startled by the poodle's barking.

The poodle's injury is almost healed, but the soft curly hair doesn't grow out so fast, there is only a layer of short stubble sticking to the skin, it looks very petite and pitiful, it doesn't look like barking at all. It looks fierce and sharp.

Boer looked at the sharp teeth of the poodle, then reassessed his remaining physical strength, and felt that he was a little dangerous.

"Okay, okay." At the very moment, he hugged the poodle with both hands.

"I'll take you out when you get better, okay?" Qi Guang rubbed the poodle's short stubble. The poodle's hair is soft, and even a little bit of stubble won't prick your hands. It's soft and soft to the touch .

The poodle didn't have the fierce look just now, blinking its moist and dark round eyes, sticking out its tongue to lick Qi Guang's palm.

It likes Twolegs very much, and it will be very happy when it is held in its arms and stroked like this.

The poodle's tail wagged happily.

"Let's go play in the house." Qi Guang put the poodle inside the house, and the poodle spontaneously ran to its den, biting a sheep bone and grinding its teeth.

At this time, Heath was watering the plants outside, especially the few strawberries entrusted to him by Qi Guang, which received extra careful care from Heath.

Although Qi Guang felt that he had no hope of eating strawberries this year according to Heath's meticulous care method.

But Heath was in a good mood, humming a song while pouring water, and flapping his wings to maintain a suspended state a few centimeters above the ground, as a flight practice before completely moulting.

Heath's voice can also be heard in the yard. Phoenix is ​​not a plume that is good at singing, but the boy's voice is clear and clean, and the tune is not unpleasant at all, and he is quite carefree and ignorant of worldly affairs .

Qi Guang finally got the chance to be alone with Boer.

It stands to reason that Bor shouldn't be cowardly, after all, the opposite is just a delicate and frail human race, and it's not Phoenix who tears his wings every minute, but after staring at Qi Guang for two seconds, he involuntarily looks away .

The part of him that belonged to the beast warned him of danger, even more so than Heath.

The man in front of him seemed to be thinking about how to kill him.

This kind of recognition made Bor's hair stand on end.

"Don't be so nervous." Qi Guangwen said, "I don't have the habit of killing opponents directly."

"Although it is indeed safer to kill you now."

His voice was very gentle, but the words he said were not very friendly.

There was no expression on Qi Guang's face. When he didn't bother to mobilize his already broken emotional system, this was his most natural reaction to others.

"Personally, I feel like saying that to him... I mean Heath, it's not very good." Qi Guang squatted in front of Bor, organizing his words leisurely, "But to a certain extent, I did regard him as my private property."

The chick he picked up from the cat’s mouth, he fed Mao Jiujiu with a spoonful of corn paste and a spoonful of broth, no matter how physically reluctant, Heath now eats his, drinks his, and lives in him, and all It's just that the emotional perception is broken, not the observation ability.

When the young man looked at him, he couldn't hide his ambiguous thoughts.

In other words, Heath took the initiative to release hints to him.

In the apocalypse, this is enough to constitute the logic of "Heath is owned by Qi Guang", a logic that is not very common in a civilized and orderly interstellar society and needs to be checked by the water meter, but it is unimpeded in the apocalypse where order collapses.

Qi Guang accepts this logic, only in this way can he convince himself to be in the same room with Hiss, instead of trying to cut the intruder's throat directly when he is awakened by another person's breath in the room in the middle of the night.

So Qi Guang also accepted another logic.

Anyone who covets his possessions is his enemy.

He didn't have too much hostility towards Bor at first, and it's hard for him to have any too strong emotions given how bad his emotions are, but Bor wants to snatch Heath away from him, which involves the possession of everything. The question of ownership.

It is absolutely impossible for him to give up the ownership of any of his own property. There is also a common solution to this kind of dispute in the last days.

Those who are alive can have what they want.

Or one party voluntarily or forcedly withdraws from the competition.

Boer can't die too soon. Even if Qi Guang can use the system to fake a flawless death scene, he doesn't want such a competitor dangling in front of him, always wanting to attack his belongings.

"Cough." Qi Guang cleared his throat, and pinched Bor's chin to make him look at him.

Language inducement is useless, he needs to dispel the enemy's coveting of his possessions more forcefully.

That is, an order.

Command requires a stronger will than inducement, and Qi Guang only used it on Hiss once unconsciously.

"You gave up Hiss with your own will."

Qi Guang said.

Commands don't need strong language, and it's difficult to overwrite one's will on the other's will if one's emotions are not stable enough—in simpler terms, it's hypnosis and brainwashing.

Boer's eyes were in a trance for a moment, and a struggling expression appeared on his face.

Ordering him was more difficult than ordering Hiss. Hiss was defenseless against Qi Guang, and Qi Guang's order to Hiss at that time did not violate his own will.

Yes, Qi Guang realized that Hiss was prepared to keep his secret from the beginning, which is one of the reasons why he would classify Hiss in his possessions.

Qi Guang looked at Bor and repeated it again.

"You gave up Hiss with your own will."

"You are just strangers."

The tone was steady and peaceful, like a hazy veil, covering Boer's consciousness.

……

……

"I... gave up Heath." Bol unconsciously began to repeat, "We... are strangers."

His eyes gradually returned to calm from a trance, and he trembled when Qi Guang put him down.

His intuition vaguely told him what happened just now, but his brain had no memory of it.

Qi Guang put a bowl of porridge in front of him and told him to work hard after eating.

He who does not work shall not eat, he is not trusted but he is not qualified to eat rice.

Bor picked up his job, but for some reason, he didn't dare to look at this delicate-looking human race.

It seems that something very bad will happen if you see those eyes.