As Long Qian spoke, he seemed to have already made up his mind. He hid the cub in a cabinet next to him, ready to release his blood to attract the zombies to bite him.
But the cubs that were separated from him kept scratching at the cabinet door with their fingernails.
Like a kitten locked up and unable to see its owner, it was anxious, restless, and frantically scratching at the door.
Perhaps it was because the cub had a telepathic connection with him, and the cub knew what he was going to do, so it tried desperately to stop him.
The cub huddled in the dark, small space, but he knew his father wouldn't abandon him.
Because Dad had just made a promise, and Dad looked so happy and so sad after he found him.
The child wants his father to be happy all he wants.
The child must protect his father!
So the cub started scratching at the door. After turning into a zombie, his nails hardened a little, so he could only use them for these small things.
As he dug, he made soft, guttural howls that sent chills down your spine. Who could resist such a delicate zombie roar? Like a kitten, he was a tiny trap.
But Long Qian didn't hug him. Instead, he said to him, "Don't worry, Daddy will be just like you soon."
"As long as Daddy turns into a zombie, Baby will have someone to rely on. In this world where strength is paramount, only when the child has someone to rely on will he not be bullied. He won't be bullied by zombies, and he won't be bullied by anyone else."
When Long Qian was infected with the virus and awakened his superpowers, he felt the despair and near-death experience of being about to turn into a zombie, but he survived. He couldn't imagine how a three-year-old child could endure the torment of the virus and remain conscious in his current state.
He didn't care about being betrayed or deceived, but why did God treat his child this way?
The more he thought about it, the more heartbroken he became. Everything from the past felt like knives cutting into his heart, more painful than a thousand arrows piercing his heart, more unbearable than the torment of hell.
He has only become a zombie; he cannot fully heal the wounds the cub suffered.
Becoming a zombie is just the first step...
As Long Qian was thinking, his wrist was about to be cut, but with a snap, the cub opened the small cabinet behind him without him noticing.
The toddler, who had been stuffed inside his father, peeked out again, dragging his milk bottle and plush toy along with him. But before he could even whimper, he saw the gleaming knife in Long Qian's hand.
The cub even forgot to make a sound. He felt that his two soft, short legs were too slow, so he switched from two-wheel drive to four-wheel drive and crawled up on the ground using both his hands and feet.
And when the little guy crawls, he sticks out his bottom and crawls with a bouncy, uneven motion.
It's all because the fish tail was the culprit in the last world.
Every time the cubs leave the factory, they seem to be completely unfamiliar with their limbs.
But this time the cub crawled faster, grabbing Long Qian's thigh with both hands, which startled Long Qian. He immediately gripped the tip of the knife to prevent the cub from getting hurt.
Then, staring at the cabinet that had been bitten through by the cubs, he became bewildered.
Long Qian quickly pressed down on the baby's mouth, pried it open, and examined it carefully. However, apart from the two rows of small teeth that were neatly arranged with a slightly pointed curve, making it look quite cute, there were no other injuries.
Even so, the cub managed to swallow the lock of the cabinet whole.
Long Qian touched the baby's belly again.
The soft, bulging belly was quiet, without any noise or thunder.
But who knows if zombies can digest all this junk!
He was just a weak, pitiful, and helpless three-year-old zombie baby!
Long Qian had never been so gentle with zombies before, but now he held his son in his arms and coaxed him in a low voice, "Baby, spit out what you swallowed, okay? Don't eat those things. If you want to eat people, Daddy will catch some for you."
Cub: "Awoo awoo!"
Long Qian: "Want fresh? Don't rush, Dad will go find you one that just died."
cub: "Woo..."
Long Qian: "Oh, you want something sweet? Where am I supposed to find someone who smells sweet?"
After a long, rambling conversation between the baby and his father, the baby finally spat out the lock and clung to his father's arms, forbidding him from taking the knife again.
Looking at the tiny bundle in his hands, Long Qian finally understood what the cub meant.
The cub doesn't want him to hurt himself.
Long Qian looked at the cub in his arms, who was so curious about even a single hair, and felt a pang of sadness in his heart.
Qianyuan, who had suffered all the way on the road and had never had a good day, was actually thinking of him in this way.
This is a gentleness that comes from within.
The cub's eyes are pure and innocent, never seeing the filth and dirt of the human world.
Even if he becomes a zombie, he's still his child, the precious one who fell to earth to save him.
Long Qian was persuaded to come back by the cub, and at this moment he finally gave up the idea of turning into a zombie with the cub.
It seemed that the cub was also quite frightened by him. After relaxing, it started to fall asleep, but when the little guy was lying in Long Qian's arms, he was reluctant to close his eyes and had to see Long Qian's face.
As Long Qian recalled more memories, he imitated the same actions as before, picking up the cub and gently rocking it.
When he first found the cub, it cried incessantly. Long Qian carried the cub around the camp all night. The little darling was steadily rocked by its father's arms and finally closed its eyes obediently, becoming the cutest baby in everyone's eyes, sleeping with tears in its eyes.
This is a solution that a single father came up with after much thought; it may be clumsy, but it comes from the bottom of his heart.
This seemed to have truly stirred the cub's deepest memories. This loving care, like that of a father and mother, finally made the cub forget his unease. He pressed his face against a patch of his father's skin and fell asleep.
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