Noro's injuries recovered slowly, but Qi Guang didn't have much room to intervene. The test pilots' protective suits were loaded with medicines and sufficient nutrients. After turning on the emergency switch, they just had to wait for their bodies to recover.
Bol was also put to good use. The liquid secreted from its wings was happily used by Heath as fertilizer for watering the land. Practice has proved that the liquid secreted from the feathers does have the effect of promoting plant growth.
However, it must be diluted and not watered too much at one time, otherwise it will easily burn the roots.
After being carried by Heath and having the last drop of secretion squeezed out of his feathers, Boer lay weakly on the ground, thinking that he might have walked into the wrong set.
"Woof woof?"
The poodle's injuries have basically healed and he can trot a little in the yard.
It curiously moved closer to Bol and sniffed his familiar scent.
—This is the enemy.
A voice in its consciousness told it so. It was somewhat like Gori who had suppressed its consciousness in the past, but it also had a remoteness and illusion that it did not understand.
The voice rang directly in the depths of its consciousness, and then there were several repeated responses as if echoing.
enemy.
It's the enemy.
Furious and angry, it poked at its consciousness neither lightly nor heavily.
Affected by this emotion, it couldn't help but bare its fangs at Bol and barked sharply and powerfully.
Soon, there were a few dog barkings outside in response - members of the dog pack had been wandering nearby these days. Although this was the cats' territory, they could only rely on sound to confirm that each other was safe.
Bol was startled by the barking of the poodle.
The poodle's wounds had almost healed, but its soft curly fur had not grown back quickly. There was only a layer of short stubble sticking to its skin. It looked very petite and pitiful, not at all like it would have if it barked fiercely and shrilly.
Bol looked at the poodle's sharp teeth, then assessed his own remaining strength and felt that he was in some danger.
"Alright, alright." At the critical moment, a pair of hands picked up the curly-haired dog.
"I'll take you out when you feel better, okay?" Qi Guang rubbed the poodle's short stubble. The poodle's fur was soft, and a little bit of stubble wouldn't prick his hands. It felt fine and soft, and was very nice to the touch.
The curly-haired dog no longer had the ferocious look it had just shown. Its watery, dark round eyes blinked and it stuck out its tongue to lick Qi Guang's palm.
It likes bipeds very much and feels very happy when being held in its arms and having its head touched like this.
The poodle's tail wagged merrily.
"Go play in the house." Qi Guang put the curly-haired dog into the house, and the curly-haired dog ran to its own nest consciously and ground its teeth on a sheep bone.
At this time, Heath was watering the plants outside, especially the strawberry plants that Qi Guang entrusted to him, which received extra careful care from Heath.
Although Qi Guang felt that according to Heath's careful care, he had little hope of eating strawberries this year.
But Heath was in a good mood. He hummed a tune while watering the plants and flapped his wings to stay suspended a few centimeters above the ground as a flight practice before completely molting.
Heath's voice could also be heard in the yard. Phoenix was not a feather type known for its singing, but the boy's voice was clear and clean, the tune was not unpleasant at all, and he seemed carefree and naive.
Qi Guang finally got the chance to be alone with Bol.
Logically speaking, Bol should not be cowardly. After all, the person in front of him was just a weak human, not a Phoenix who could tear off wings in a minute. However, after looking at Qi Guang for two seconds, he involuntarily looked away.
The beast part of him warned him of danger, even more than the sense of danger Heath gave him.
The man in front of him seemed to be considering how to kill him.
This realization made Bol's hair stand on end.
"Don't be so nervous." Qi Guang said gently, "I don't have the habit of killing my opponents directly."
"Although it is indeed safer to kill you now."
His voice was gentle, but his words were not very friendly.
There was no expression on Qi Guang's face. When he didn't make an effort to mobilize his already broken emotional system, this was his most natural reaction towards others.
"Personally, I think that this is not very good for him... I mean Heath." Qi Guang squatted in front of Bol and organized his words slowly, "But to a certain extent, I do regard him as my private property."
The chick he picked up from the cat's mouth, the hairy chick he fed with a spoonful of corn paste and a spoonful of broth, no matter how reluctant Heath was physically, he now had to eat, drink and live in his cat's cat. And Qi Guang's emotional perception was damaged, not his observation ability.
When the young man looked at him, he couldn't hide the ambiguous thoughts in his mind even if he wanted to.
In other words, Heath took the initiative to give him hints.
In the apocalypse, this is enough to constitute the logic of "Hiss belongs to Qi Guang", a logic that is not very common in a civilized and orderly interstellar society and must be checked, but is unimpeded in the apocalypse where order collapses.
Qi Guang accepted this logic. Only in this way could he convince himself to stay in the same room with Heath, instead of wanting to cut the intruder's throat directly when he was awakened by the breath of another person in the room in the middle of the night.
So Qi Guang also accepted another logic.
Anyone who covets what belongs to him is his enemy.
He didn't have any strong hostility towards Bol, and given his bad mood, it was difficult for him to have any strong emotions. But Bol wanted to take Heath away from him, which involved the issue of ownership of property.
There is no way he would give up the ownership of any of his belongings, and there is a common solution to this kind of dispute in the apocalypse.
Those who are alive can have what they want.
Or one party voluntarily or forcedly withdraws from the contention.
Bol cannot die too soon. Even if Qi Guang can use the system to fake a flawless death scene, he does not want such a competitor to hang around in front of him, always trying to steal his property.
"Ahem." Qi Guang cleared his throat and pinched Bol's chin to make him look at him.
Verbal inducement is useless, he needs to be more coercive to eliminate the enemy's covetousness for what he owns.
That is to say, an order.
Commanding requires a stronger will than inducing, and Qi Guang only used it once on Heath when he was unconscious.
"You gave up Heath on your own will."
Qi Guang said.
The command does not require any powerful language, and it is difficult to override the other party's will with one's unstable emotions - to put it more simply, it is hypnosis and brainwashing.
Bol's eyes were dazed for a moment, and an expression of struggle appeared on his face.
It was more difficult to command him than to command Heath. Heath was completely defenseless against Qi Guang, and Qi Guang's orders to Heath did not violate his own will at that time.
Yes, Qi Guang realized that Heath was prepared to keep his secret from the very beginning, which was one of the reasons why he classified Heath as his possession.
Qi Guang looked at Bol and repeated it again.
"You gave up Heath on your own will."
"You're just strangers."
The tone was calm and peaceful, like a hazy veil that enveloped Bol's consciousness.
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"I... gave up the Hiss," Bol began to repeat unconsciously. "We... are strangers."
His eyes gradually returned to calm from trance, and he shuddered when Qi Guang put him down.
His intuition vaguely told him what had just happened, but his brain had no impression of it.
Qi Guang placed 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 for free.
Bor picked up the bowl of rice, and for some reason, he didn't dare to look at this human being who looked fragile and weak.
It seemed as if something bad would happen if I saw those eyes.
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