When Long Qian returned home, what he saw was the baby turtle, which had completely shrunk into his clothes and coat like a tortoise.
Why is it so small?
It looks like it could shrink into his stomach.
Long Qian pulled open his clothes and took out the cub. He didn't know why the cub suddenly became so timid. He put the cub on the ground, and the cub immediately hugged his leg and shrank behind him.
Even if they sneak around, the child is still the same little one who automatically follows his father.
"Want to play hide-and-seek with Daddy?"
Long Qian looked down at the cub.
The boy rested his head on Long Qian's leg, remaining motionless and silent.
Long Qian looked at him.
Long Qian suddenly realized: "Oh, it's a puppet."
"Baby is really good at pretending."
Long Qian had no idea how the cub was thinking.
But he lacked skill; it was all emotion.
Even forced praise can make a cub look unnatural.
She leaned over and kissed her father's cheek twice before leaving.
Long Qian thought that the father and son had had another very good and healthy conversation.
He took out a baby bottle from his storage space and finally remembered to sterilize it before filling it with blood.
The cub stopped doing anything else and went to the table, staring intently and eagerly at the milk bottle, then looked sincerely at Long Qian.
Her eyes were pleading and she looked so pitiful.
Long Qian thought that it would be perfect to attach a tail to a child.
A puppy that's impossible to refuse.
Long Qian poured his own blood into the baby bottle. He didn't think of the cub as a villain who was draining his life force. On the contrary, he was happy to support the cub in this way.
Long Qian even felt that this feeding method made them feel closer than before.
The cubs now only drink his blood and depend on him to live; they have a symbiotic relationship. Is there anything closer than this?
Long Qian wished the cubs could eat his flesh.
Unfortunately, zombies never grow up, and the cubs will remain forever in this tiny form. While it's good that the cubs are carefree forever, it also means that they won't even be able to bite their own fingers later on.
There will never be an opportunity to do evil.
His fragile, poor baby...
Long Qian pushed the bottle to the cub again.
This time, the cub finally realized that it was drinking its father's blood.
He stared blankly at the scar on his father's wrist, then at the blood that smelled so fragrant and tempting, and tears streamed down his face.
However, in this world, the child's tears will no longer turn into pearls, and he will not even have the chance to make amends to his father.
Seeing the cub crying, Long Qian paused for a moment, then quickly picked it up.
He thought the baby was crying because he was hungry.
So they didn't even bother to wipe the baby's tears, and directly shoved the bottle into the baby's mouth without any room for argument.
The cub instinctively sucked twice, and then had no strength left to resist.
He was just a three-year-old child. At this age, when people live by instinct, no matter how hard the cub tries, it can't overcome its own body.
So the cubs suckled and smacked, their eyes filled with tears.
"So delicious you cried?"
Long Qian was puzzled.
I've never seen any other zombies so grateful for food.
Could it be because his cubs couldn't compete with other zombies for food outside, so they've been starving and are only now getting a chance to eat their fill?
That's the correct logic, isn't it?
Thinking of this, Long Qian's heartache became even more undisguised. He planned to borrow a cookbook later and cook the tender flesh from his body to make soup for the cub.
The others were also secretly watching. They were curious about the cub as well.
They were also curious about how the eldest brother took care of the kids, since he had always been alone and had never treated anyone so specially.
So they all huddled by the door frame, watching Long Qian's every move.
Although Long Qian's method of raising the child was slightly off, for them who were surviving in the apocalypse, using blood to raise zombie cubs was actually perfectly reasonable.
But you still need a bottle to feed the baby...
These fighting machines think that humans are born knowing how to cook for themselves.
However, judging from the cub's row of teeth, it certainly can't bite into much meat.
"Raising kids is so troublesome..."
Long Yinian was particularly shocked to see that such a small dumpling required an immense amount of love.
Perhaps that's why humans draw so much nourishment from love and grow up in such a short time.
But he is incapable of giving love to others.
He only loves himself.
So even if he really likes the cub, he wouldn't have any intention of raising it...
Long Yinian didn't know whether he was denying himself or suppressing his inner thoughts.
Long Yiling glanced at Long Yinian before silently turning back to watch the cub.
However, feeding the cubs meat was Long Qian's own plan. In reality, even if the cubs could drink half of the large bottle of blood, that would be a lot.
After all, he is not human and does not survive on the calories in food, but on the energy contained in food.
Long Qian is a high-level superhuman; he only needs a little energy to feed the cub until it's full and burping.
But in Long Qian's opinion, the cubs were eating far too little.
So he kept working, coaxing the child to drink.
The cub was so full it cried.
The baby's cries finally made these straight men realize that the child was in great pain.
The woman who had been there earlier couldn't bear to watch any longer, so she went in and touched the cub's forehead.
The woman is a medical master's degree holder and has the superpower of mind reading; she has always been an indispensable member of their team.
She walked over and patted the baby's head, and then she understood what had happened.
But the woman's first reaction was to feel sorry for the baby.
She had used her mind-reading ability to see so many people, so she understood the ugliness of human nature very well. But when she placed her hand on the cub's forehead, the cub's heartbeat was so pure that it made her want to cry.
In this extreme apocalypse, amidst an atmosphere filled with hostility, the cub is the only pure soul.
Even if he is now a so-called zombie, a so-called alien.
But Qianyuan is always gentle and always cares about everyone.
The woman wiped away her tears and looked at Long Qian with a accusing gaze.
She now genuinely feels that the eldest son is not good enough for such a wonderful son.
“The baby is crying because you’re supporting him. Also, he’s worried about you. The baby doesn’t want you to get hurt. He feels it was his mistake to make you donate blood to support him, and he feels very guilty.”
Not only Long Qian, but everyone else present was stunned.
Even if the apocalypse doesn't exist, their doctrine is all about missions and survival. They never let anyone affect their emotions, and no one will ever pity them.
But now, even the eldest brother is someone who is cared for.
Long Qian looked at the cub in surprise. The cub was still hiccuping from being so full, its small body twitching. Its first reaction was to worry about its father.
The child gently held his father's arm, looking at the wound that had mostly healed, and licked it very lightly.
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