The dog couldn't get its head in, so it pawed at the log, tearing a bit of it apart.
It must have been extremely vicious. People living in the slums couldn't even get enough to eat, let alone animals, so a dog ran out in the middle of the night to look for food.
The consequence of doing this is that you are likely to be killed, since there is a group of equally hungry humans wandering around at night.
Fang Rong shook her head and smiled bitterly. She couldn't even take care of herself, let alone worry about others.
He took out a wet wipe from his spatial storage and started wiping his feet, which were bleeding from running and moving around.
He felt nothing at all, only a throbbing sensation and a slight itch.
Fang Rong couldn't reach her back, so she switched hands. There were no major wounds, just some small cuts, some from being hit by pebbles, and some from being cut by grass while running too fast.
The grass looks harmless, but it actually has sharp edges with barbs and fine hairs on the back.
What used to be soft hair is now a thorn that scratches his skin and is deadly.
After wiping himself down, the wet wipe was basically unusable, so he spread it out on the ground. He wasn't going home today; he'd just have to wait for that bastard Fang Hua to come looking for him.
We need to make him nervous, otherwise we'll just tie him up carelessly next time.
Leaving him out alone in the middle of the night, doesn't she think about how dangerous it is for him? If he gets eaten, she'll never see him again. Let Fang Hua be heartbroken for the rest of his life.
It was just a joke, was it really necessary? Everyone makes those kinds of jokes all the time, it's called fun.
Do you even understand?
A relationship that's all smooth sailing is boring; it needs bickering and playful arguments, with playful fights and scolding as a sign of affection, to withstand any turmoil.
Why did you get angry over a joke? And you even ran out. Where did you go?
Fang Rong took some tissues and laid them down under him. The tissues were a bit hard, which made his buttocks hurt.
The wooden stake was rotten to an excessive degree, with one or two holes showing on top. They might be a bit small for others, but they were just right for him, allowing him to see the starry sky outside.
I never imagined that the starry sky in the slums would be more beautiful than in the city.
A dark shadow would occasionally flash above the hole, clearly indicating that the dog was still persistent and trying to find a solution, only giving up when it couldn't find one after circling around.
It left with a soft whimper.
Fang Rong thought for a moment and took out a mosquito repellent device. After all, it was a bit dangerous outside, so it was better to be on the safe side.
The mosquito coil contains a liquid that burns when plugged in, releasing a pleasant fragrance.
He tried it once, and ended up getting poisoned.
I won't light it this time, but I'll open the lid of the mosquito repellent device to make the scent stronger.
He hasn't even started wilderness survival training yet; he only has a basic understanding of wilderness life. Apparently, formal training will begin once he arrives at the location.
Humans have now occupied a small area and have their own territory where they can move around safely.
Fang Rong was actually looking forward to the beastman world. He had heard that food was everywhere there, and that it grew freely without anyone picking it. He could go out for a walk and come back with a sack full of food.
It's practically a chef's paradise. Honestly, facing those hormone-injected foods every day, which are unsafe to eat or drink, is really frustrating, and I can't find a chance to really showcase my skills.
A breeze was blowing in from both sides at night, and Fang Rong felt a bit cold; even hugging her arms tightly didn't help.
There was no blanket, but there was a towel, and it was brand new; I really didn't want to open it.
The environment here is so bad that it's practically useless if you use it, but it's so cold that he still unwrapped the towel and spread the packaging bag around.
The towel was a bit too big for him, so he folded it in half and lay in the middle.
But it still seems a bit cold.
I feel dizzy, could it be that I'm sick?
Why hasn't Fang Hua arrived yet?
Is it lost, or did it leave and never come back?
Actually, I shouldn't have joked; Fang Hua must have been serious.
He is particularly sensitive to such words; I almost got strangled for saying them once before.
They actually opened it again this time, they haven't learned their lesson.
"How stupid!"
Fang Rong cursed, but it was unclear whether she was cursing herself or Fang Hua.
Once he becomes human, I won't want him anymore; he's too difficult to take care of.
From now on, we'll go our separate ways and have no connection anymore, so there's no need to be sad.
I won't be sad, and I certainly won't lie here alone secretly shedding tears.
Fang Rong wiped away her tears, covered her head with her arm, and tried to ignore the pain in her body.
Go to sleep; once you're asleep, you won't think about it anymore.
The long night passed slowly, and the surroundings gradually quieted down. The melodious chirping of insects disappeared, and a wisp of white mist appeared in the sky. It was almost daytime.
Fang Rong reached up and touched her forehead. Damn, how come I'm not sick?
What a terrible body! It's so unreliable at a crucial moment. If it gets sick now, Fang Hua will be heartbroken. He needs to understand the consequences of not cherishing things.
And my body is mostly healed already. I've never seen it work so well before. Now I don't want it to get better, but it insists on getting better.
Perhaps it was the benefits that came with becoming a superhuman that gradually caught up with her; Fang Rong's self-healing ability was now incredibly strong. Of all the scratches she had yesterday, some of the smaller ones had disappeared today, leaving only white marks.
That won't do; it doesn't demonstrate the seriousness of the situation.
Fang Rong stretched out his hand, considering the consequences of stabbing the back of his hand. Fang Hua loved his hand the most, and would take it out to play with it from time to time. If this hand was injured, he would probably be furious.
However, the knife wound will definitely make him think he got into a fight with someone. What will he say when he is questioned?
Or should we just smash it with a rock?
It looked like it hurt quite a bit.
There was nothing inside the rocks, just some rotten leaves.
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