I Live in the Interstellar Wilderness to Survive

Chapter 59

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The poodle knew he was badly injured, and wild animals often have a clear sense of approaching death.

It barely raised its neck and rubbed it against the Samoyed, whimpering softly.

Its body was in great pain from the inside out, and its mouth was filled with the taste of blood and burnt flesh. It stared at its companions with its round black eyes, but its vision was blurred by the burning flames.

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

Before it died, it wanted to be a willful creature.

The poodle barked intermittently, making requests to its companions.

"It" wants to be patted on the head by the two-legged beast.

The dog that cared most about the two-legged animals was the curly-haired dog.

From the first time it smelled the scent of the Twolegs in the territory, it was the most excited one among its companions, wagging its tail and always wanting to run after the Twolegs, and the cat even scratched off a large tuft of its hair for this.

The smell of the bipeds was extremely pleasant, a smell that the dogs had never smelled before, and one that they felt close to and attached to from the bottom of their hearts.

He wants to be patted on the head, wants to be praised by bipeds, wants to wag his tail and show his belly to act cute, and even if he is hostile, he cannot show too much aggression.

Just as they smell, they hunt, and they live in groups, it all comes from the survival instinct of their ancestors.

The poodle wagged its tail and whimpered to its companion.

The Samoyed was the first to voice out his objection, barking loudly.

But this time, the big black dog that had been standing on its side expressed a different opinion, and its voice of woof woof was low and powerful.

Maybe the two-legged beast could be dangerous, but the poodle was already dying, so what difference did it make

Finally, the big yellow dog took a deep look at the two-legged beast a few steps away, and led the pack of dogs to retreat to a safe distance that would not alert the two-legged beast.

The Twolegs are too dangerous, and it cannot let the members of its tribe take risks, but if the Curly wants to get close to the Twolegs at the end of his life, it will not stop him - it understands that inexplicable desire and closeness, and it can't help but wag its tail just by smelling the scent.

Qi Guang watched the dogs retreat, leaving only the badly injured curly-haired dog behind.

Perhaps they judged that the threat posed by him and Heath was greater than the importance of staying behind to protect their companions, so the pack of dogs retreated to a place where he could not easily catch up and watched the movements here from afar.

The poodle huddled alone, shaking with pain.

It had no way of finding the two-legged beast in its blurry vision, and could only turn its head based on the vague light and colors, and call out in the possible direction.

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

Because of hunger, cold and fear, it made those thin and sharp whimpers, calling for the attention of its protector.

When an adult dog imitates the barking of a puppy, it is like an adult pinching his throat to imitate a baby crying; naturally, the sound is neither fish nor fowl and there is not much similarity.

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

Pet dogs sometimes make this kind of sound and linger around their owners to act coquettishly.

The wounds on the curly-haired dog's body spread blood on the ground. It turned its head, helplessly and pitifully seeking a life-saving straw.

Heath still spread his wings and kept his body tense, alert to the enemy's trick of showing weakness and ambush, but he didn't expect that Qi Guang, who was protected behind him, would let him down.

Qi Guang walked over.

Of course, he put on the shield he bought from 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 its! If anyone is going to infect it, it should be you!

The poodle sensed the approach of the two-legged beast.

Although its ears were buzzing, its eyes couldn't see clearly, and its most sensitive nose was so painful that it felt like it was rotten, when the bipeds approached, it raised its head, whimpered, and struggled to move twice.

Qi Guang approached and examined the curly-haired dog carefully.

He still couldn't be sure whether it was a zombie or something else, nor could he judge how dangerous it was.

On Earth where there are no humans to resist, once a zombie virus breaks out, it will spread faster than the end of the world.

The curly-haired dog opened its wet round eyes and blinked laboriously. There was a brightness in its eyes that was both pitiful and expectant, revealing an eager and coquettish look.

Such a lively expression is totally unlike the dullness of a zombie - you have to know that even though Qi Guang is only half a zombie, the part that controls emotions has been affected and become less sensitive, and even a smile is a little stiff.

Qi Guang squatted down, and the curly-haired dog seemed to know it and rubbed hard on the ground to get closer to him.

It felt something being placed on its head, stroking it gently, again and again.

The Twolegged Beast patted its head.

Every inch of its body still hurt, and the places that were touched twitched and transmitted sharp pain to the brain, but at the same time, a kind of happiness and satisfaction that it had never experienced before surged up, instantly eliminating the pain.

Its tail swung a few times uncontrollably, and it hummed softly as it rubbed the biped's hand, as if it were still a newborn puppy that would nestle in its mother's arms and fall asleep after eating and drinking.

Consciousness gradually faded away as the pain disappeared, its eyelids kept drooping, and the sound gradually became inaudible.

Only the faint breath from the tip of its nose proved that it was still alive.

The stench of zombies grew stronger.

The blood oozing from the wound had a sticky and fishy smell, but it was still bright red, and was different in color from the blood that had flowed out before.

It's transforming into a zombie.

Perhaps the special case of this zombie dog is due to the fact that it is infected with the zombie virus, but it is still alive.

Killing, infecting, and devouring humans, in addition to these zombie instincts, there are also canine instincts.

Qi Guang tried to speculate, staring at the dying curly-haired dog.

He knew very well that the safest way at this moment was to burn the curly-haired dog clean with fire before it died and completely transformed into a zombie, but when he raised his hand, there was still a little warmth left in his palm.

Those round, dark eyes were wet, revealing a look of longing and pity.

Qi Guang admitted that he was a little reluctant to do it.

We can explain it in a more understandable way—Qi Guang is a dog person.

In the end times, dogs are very good companions. If you are nice to them, they will follow you loyally without any extra thoughts.

I raised a dog after the end of the Qi Guang era. It was probably a stray dog from somewhere, and I didn’t keep it for long, less than three months at most.

It was a small mixed-breed dog, dirty and with little meat on it. It was nervous and aggressive, and rushed into Qi Guang's shelter barking in a boastful manner.

Even though Qi Guang, as the owner, could only provide pats and encouragement, and even though he himself was hungry and sometimes needed the dog's help, the dog was still willing to wag its tail at him and let him hug it for warmth in the cold winter.

Qi Guang never gave it a name, and as he expected, one day in the third month, the dog went out and never came back.

Qi Guang doesn't have any feelings for cats or Jiujiu, but he does prefer Wangwang more.

He placed his hand on the poodle and sighed softly.

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

"It" groaned in pain and opened its eyes.

My vision was blurry, my ears were buzzing, but I vaguely felt myself being picked up and lying in a warm and safe embrace.

The author has something to say: It’s half past eight, but I’m still working overtime

Emotional breakdown

If there is no update tomorrow, everyone will be disappointed when they see me the day after tomorrow.

The first year at work was tough...

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