However, Long Yiling doesn't seem to be Long Qian's dog.

It looks more like a puppy.

As the cub stumbled to its feet to grab the doll, Long Yiling's gaze remained fixed on Qian Yuan. When the cub was about to fall, Long Yiling rushed forward to protect it, even faster than Long Qian.

The cub was lifted up by the two rabbit ears on the hat and clothes. His gaze was fixed on the doll's clothes, and he hadn't yet noticed that his father had returned.

Sure enough, his father spoke up the next second: "Didn't you go out to pick up a mission today? Why are you here?"

Long Yiling replied, "That person skipped out on the bill, so I killed him."

"I came to see my brother."

Long Qian then suppressed his doubts, picked up the cub and looked it over from left to right, checking whether his cub had been damaged while he was away.

The cubs had already gotten used to Long Qian's habit of examining them like a doll, turning them over and over in his hands.

He hugged his father's arm. Long Yinian would leave before Long Qian returned, and then come back as his own person. When Long Qian arrived home, it would be his real father returning.

Neither Zai nor Long Qian noticed anything amiss, and Zai naturally snuggled into his father's arms.

He felt that his father had been very accommodating and indulgent towards him lately.

So the cub is begging its dad for a little cake.

Long Qian now knows that cubs can eat a little human food, not because they can absorb it, but because they are simply craving it. So Long Qian doesn't feed them much, for fear of making them sick.

In fact, Long Yinian and the others were also carefully observing the condition of the cubs. If they really couldn't eat, they would do the same as Long Qian and bleed the cubs to feed them.

Therefore, when eating a proper meal, the cubs often show signs of resistance.

Long Qian thought the cub was tired of drinking blood, but in reality, the cub was already full and couldn't eat anymore.

Furthermore, the little guy couldn't explain such complicated things, so he could only be fed more food every day with tears in his eyes.

The cub, which had been stuffed full, felt that its little belly had become quite plump recently. It had been fed from a tiny cub to a medium-sized cub.

The cubs developed a complete psychological aversion to drinking blood.

Long Qian thought this was the result of his hard work in feeding the cubs, and was very satisfied, believing that he had a talent for raising cubs.

Who knew that the cub was absorbing the energy of three superhumans, and that different energies were better supplements for him?

Just as Long Qian was about to feed his child blood, he heard his child let out a small burp.

Long Qian: ?

The cub quickly covered its mouth, not wanting its father to know it was full, but its attempt to cover its mouth was futile.

When Long Qian approached his belly, the cub couldn't help but let out another series of burps.

"Waaah..."

The cub nestled shyly into its father's arms, but Long Qian wouldn't punish his greedy baby; instead, he would direct his anger at the person who had led the child astray.

Long Yinian had no choice but to confess that he had also fed Qian Yuan his blood.

Long Qian's expression was complicated.

He stared at Long Yinian with a gloomy expression: "You've got some nerve."

Even though he knew that Long Qian had a strong desire to control the cub, he would still ask the cub what it ate, what it did, and what games it played during the day, even when he wasn't around.

You have to report to him what you did at what time and what every move you made.

He survived on this information.

Not to mention that Long Qian only feeds the cubs his own blood.

In this respect, Long Yinian was practically dancing on Long Qian's minefield.

Long Qian dislocated one of Long Yinian's arms and punished him by making him stay away from the cubs for the time being.

Long Yinian, however, showed no signs of nervousness or disappointment. He stood at the doorway between the father and son, smoking, and said with his usual cheerful smile:

"With such a strong possessiveness, how long can he hold onto the cub?"

Long Yiling listened silently from the side, her heart pounding with fear.

But when it was his turn to take care of the cubs, he couldn't stop wanting to play the role.

They knew exactly what would happen, and Long Yinian wasn't even there.

Long Yinian got him involved, so he shouldn't have run away alone.

But Long Yiling had already become addicted to the feeling of the cubs snuggling up to him.

He was always a marginal figure, always someone else's shadow, a machine that walked silently in the night, never complaining of hardship or fatigue.

But for the cubs, a tiny life will love them wholeheartedly and care about where they came from and where they are going.

Such an angel would entrust everything, even their life, to him, allowing him to choose whether to cherish or manipulate them.

How could Long Yiling possibly give up such a wonderful feeling?

When he is alone in a room with the cub, his desire to take the cub away reaches its peak.

The cub snuggled into its "father's" arms again.

Lately, he's been feeling that his dad is acting a bit strange, like he'll suddenly have a fit every now and then, like a human who suddenly remembers that he hasn't gotten a pet yet, and then without warning, he'll lift him up and suck on his belly.

However, Dad's erratic behavior isn't a one-off occurrence; the kids have gotten used to it.

This time, the cub had only been fed a little bit of the small cakes that Long Qian had made himself, and it was already stuffed in its throat. If Long Yiling made a slightly rough move, it would vomit all over Long Yiling's head and face.

Fortunately, Long Yiling wasn't angry. He accepted this kind of thing well and felt that it was okay even if the cub ate on his head.

He had no demands of the cubs, no thoughts of possessing or controlling them; he simply wanted to stay with them, even if it meant becoming a dog himself.

It just needs to be the only dog ​​that the puppies like the most.

Unfortunately, dogs don't bathe their puppies, and neither does Long Yiling.

Just then, the doctor walked in. She had come to see Long Yiling about something, but when she entered, she saw that Long Yiling and the cub were in a huge crisis.

The doctor shooed the novice breeder aside, then brought over a basin of water and soaked the naked baby in it to wash it.

I don't know why, even though the kittens aren't actually furry, they seem to get even smaller when they get wet, like a kitten with its fur all sticking to its body after getting wet, making them look much smaller.

The cub protested: "It's because Daddy dressed him too warmly, wrapping him up in so many layers, that he's not fat at all!"

He's even got some muscles! That's the build of all the zombies!

The cub tried to explain anxiously, chirping twice more, but was interrupted by a barrage of bath towels. The adults even gently squeezed his chubby flesh and dried him with towels.

Baby dough: 0?0

When he lay back down on the bed, he looked just like a freshly baked, fragrant, and tender little piglet, which made the doctor sigh in admiration.