Beast World Pursuit Order: Little Sweetheart, Don't Run!

Holding the warm catkin in his hand, the man couldn't help but be stunned. It seemed that he didn't expect that his hands would be as soft as cotton as described in the book. Stunned, he didn't even dare to use half his strength, for fear of hurting the people in front of him.

He didn't notice the man's anxiety at the moment, but his soft voice looked at the dog in front of him with a complex face and paused, "it's not impossible for you to stay, but you have to find a familiar way for synthetic surgery. You also know that this kind of surgery has a long schedule. If you want to synthesize your arms or feet, you have to ask the doctor to customize the parts suitable for you first, and the delay will be longer during this period. Why don't you write down your name, ID, blood type and where you want to fuse first, and I'll ask you later. "

As he spoke, he turned to one side of the tea table, picked up the paper and pen, and handed it to the people on the sofa. Although his face was soft, there was always a touch of cold at the bottom of his eyes.

An unidentified dog in the slum

Although she did pity him, she was more inclined to kill people than her own safety.

She was not sure whether the person in front of her had never touched human information, but if anything happened, she would die without a burial place.

The best way is to kill the dog in front of you.

The only compensation she can make is to find his family to take care of him after his death.

Looking at the dog's face, he skillfully took the paper and pen, bowed his head and fiddled with the pen in his hand. His soft hand unconsciously began to caress the hollow ring between his fingers, trying to pull out the silver wire in the ring and prepare to strangle the people on the sofa.

"I... I can't write..." the man on the sofa suddenly looked up at the woman, his furry face full of animal hair was embarrassed.

"Huh?" The woman couldn't help being stunned when she heard the speech. Even her hand touching her ring immediately stagnated.

After a pause, the woman heard her voice, "... What?"

"I... I can't write..." the man on the sofa looked very embarrassed, "... I didn't go to school."

Soft tone: "..."

The sight fell on the strange posture of the man holding the pen. After a long time of quiet, the eyes moved, "what's the name? You should have a name, right? Can you write? "

Forget it, the slum is not big. Although it is difficult to find people by one name alone, it should not be difficult for her to spend some effort.

"I..." the human and animal pupils on the sofa flashed a little care, and then honestly blinked, "... I don't have a name."

Soft tone: "??"

The dog continued to look innocuously, with an unprotected face. "Grandpa didn't read a book and couldn't take a name, so he just gave me a nickname and called me ah Ye."

"Ah ye?" Lying trough, a full name is enough for her to find for a long time. After all, the dog has provoked a lot of people. She can't shout all over the street to find people. She can only find people secretly. In addition, her time is limited, which has increased the difficulty. What's more, it's just a nickname now??

Soft tone: "...."

"You have a grandfather?" The killing intention in Qingyin's heart faded again.

During this time, she met many helpless old people in the slum who starved to death in the streets, or even those who were seriously ill could not walk, and those who slept in the aisle on a cold night.

For them, she had no choice but to leave some food secretly when she passed them.

She still has a task. She can't be tied up too much by external things.

What's more, there was a shortage of food in the slums. Her behavior of leaving food was already very special. She couldn't do more at all.

And now

The dog in front of me has a grandfather. If she kills the dog, wouldn't it be another old man starving to death on the street

Softly, the center of the eyebrow could not help twisting.