"Woo...wow..." It whimpered.

"My face is grateful when I'm at the peak, and my face is fierce when I'm at the bottom. Even dogs are like this. How come humans don't tend to follow the crowd?" Lin Guang took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped his boots stained with dog hair:

"The jerky will be eaten, and once there's no more jerky, all they want is your meat."

"No human being will help you for free like me. They are not even willing to eat their own dried meat. They will only treat you as a piece of spare meat. When necessary, they will slaughter you."

"So... don't take humans lightly, understand? Lovis."

No one responded to him.

The puppy lay on the ground and whimpered. The aunt and uncle chatting next to her thought she was suffering from mental illness, so they immediately closed the door of their house, and the sound of several rolling shutter doors falling to the ground was heard. Lin Guang was left alone holding an umbrella, isolated in the heavy rain.

between.

His eyes were stiff, like a walking zombie.

"Selling paper flowers... lilies, roses, tulips, baby's breath..."

At the end of the street, a blind old man was caught in the heavy rain. Her skin clung to her bones as if it had been dried, and a bamboo basket full of papers hung on her chest. There will always be old people like this who live a difficult life in the last days.

Lin Guang didn't move, and the old lady accidentally bumped into him.

Her silver threads drooped in the heavy rain, like withered velvet flowers.

"...I seem to have bumped into a young man?" The blind old woman didn't know that she had bumped into a demon from the War of Dawn. She raised her head and said with a smile: "Young man, do you want to buy paper flowers? Lily, roses, tulips... I

They all stack up."

There are almost no flowers in the ruined world. So even hand-folded paper flowers have monetary value because people crave them too much.

Lin Guang was stunned for a moment.

His fingers rubbed the lily pattern on the gun body at his waist.

In these forty years, he has actually learned a lot.

For example, communicating with people.

For example, smile naturally.

For example, several new flute songs.

For example, if you want something, you should exchange it with money instead of grabbing it.

"Lily." Linguang said.

"Okay, okay..." The old lady took out a piece of paper, stretched her head forward as much as she could, and used all her strength to block the rain. She folded her frostbitten fingers a few times, and a paper lily appeared in her hand.

"What should I exchange for?" Lin Guang said.

"Forget it, this paper got caught in the rain, so I'll give it to you..." The old lady smiled.

"I'll use an umbrella in exchange. I want your flowers not to get wet from any rain." Lin Guang said.

He cannot steal other people's things.

His friends hate this behavior.

"Young man..." The old lady still wanted to refuse.

"Take it! Or I'll kill you!" Lin Guang's brows and eyes showed a fierce look, and there was a sinister look in his eyes. He coldly grabbed the old lady's hand. It was obviously a gift, but he made it look like it was a gift.

snatch.

He did learn a lot.

For example, cherish some things that are difficult to appear in a ruined world, such as flowers.

"But, young man, what should you do..." The old lady held the umbrella, a little at a loss.

"I still have an umbrella." Lin Guang didn't want to be entangled with her.

Another example is learning how to lie.

He turned around and walked towards the hazy heavy rain. The heavy rain instantly wet his robe, like a black crow in the rain. The old woman held the solid umbrella handle, paused for a moment, and suddenly said loudly:

"——Young man, you have such a kind heart, you are a good person!"

"Good people are rewarded, and you will definitely be happy! I wish you blessings like the East Sea and a long life!"

"..."

Lin Guang's eyes trembled.

Good guy?

happiness?

These positive words have never had anything to do with him.

From the moment he can remember, he will always face the cold eyes and hatred of humans. If he is allowed to feel warmth, he will even be burned.

In the distance, the bell tower of Doomsday City rang again and again, as if indicating the end of fate.

He looked at the paper flower in his hand, flickered it with light, and it turned into a real flower.
Chapter completed!