When it realizes that it is dreaming, the division between dreams and reality is difficult to distinguish for it in the past.

But at this moment, it clearly realized this.

It is indeed dreaming and realizing that it is in the memory of the past.

This is a dream composed of fragments of memory from its past, and it is now traveling through it, looking back on its life, it feels that everything is composed of countless fragments of scenes, and it just shuttles through these fragments.

It doesn't remember its mother very much, and the memory is too long. The only thing that has an impact is the warmth of being picked up from the trash can and being held in its arms by its owner, a ragged old man.

The reason why it will be abandoned is congenital developmental deformity, and one of its forefoots is almost atrophy. And while it is picked up from the garbage can, it is still in a state of fever, with snot and saliva flowing continuously.

Such a puppy is difficult to survive, and most of it will die in the middle. If it is lucky, the old homeless man will take good care of it. Of course, the other half is its strong survival ability, and miracle will make it survive.

This is its luck. Survival is not easy for a weak puppy, but fortunately it has a master.

The old man is a homeless man, and his origin is naturally unknown to a dog.

With its limited wisdom, it doesn't care about these issues.

It just follows its master closely and spends ordinary days.

The old man made a living by wandering. He wore tattered clothes and often carried a snakeskin bag on his back, relying on picking up tatters from the trash can for a living.

After encountering each other, a man and a dog began a long journey.

It didn't know where the master, that is, where the old man was going, but he was always following him.

They lived in cold bridge holes, unfinished buildings, entered rescue stations, were chased by evil dogs, escaped train tickets, were rejected by scavengers in small places, and were beaten.

Just like this, he stumbled around and ran around, and the old man finally chose to come to this city.

The old man had no place to live in this city, so he could only temporarily live in an abandoned building under demolition.

Although this place is ventilated on all sides, it is too hot in summer, cold in winter, wet and damp when it rains, and leaks from time to time, it is fortunately it can shelter from wind and rain.

It has always lived with the elderly in this ruined demolition house. Although the elderly have a hard life, as long as they have food, they have never missed their portions.

Sometimes I was hungry, but at least I could hold on, and each person and a dog lived quite freely.

It does not understand the human argument about happiness, but for a dog, wagging its tail every day, being able to follow its owner, get food, squinted eyes and lying on the ground, and being stroked by the old man's head, this should be the stability it expects.

But such days did not last. On that day, the old man fed it a steamed bun as usual and prepared to lie on the shabby mat for a little rest.

He is very old and has been unable to do his work in recent days. The only thing the old man can do is to pick up scatters and buy the scraps he picked up for the rags.

Now, he felt more and more that time had taken away his energy, wrinkles on his face, and his increasingly exhausted body, which also made his waist and legs sore and it was difficult for him to move for a long time.

The old man rarely considers tomorrow's affairs, but at this age, he is also wondering whether he can go out on the streets tomorrow as usual.

Maybe if he gets sick with a cold, he may never get up again.

It didn't know what the owner was thinking. At this time, it was just lying on the ground and sleeping soundly.

Not long after, a loud noise came.

It twitched its ears alertly and climbed up from the concrete floor.

There were a few more people in the ruined building, and the other party's clothes were something it had never seen before.

They were younger than their masters and emitted a smell of alcohol all over their bodies.

It supported the ground with all its limbs, and was a little afraid to take a few steps back.

These people did not come empty-handed, they held water pipes and steel bars in their hands, and some were holding beer glasses.

The old man had just lie down and found an unexpected visitor coming, so he naturally got up from the ground.

As a result, he was greeted by a beer bottle that smashed on his forehead.

The group of people laughed, looked at the old man with blood on his head, and rushed up and punched and kicked.

While they beat people, they cursed and some people took out their cell phones with a smile and took out their scenes.

Without thinking too much, it rushed up suddenly, opened its mouth and bit one of the wrists.

The man was in pain and waved the iron pipe to hit it on its head.

Its head hurts, but it still bit the other party's wrist. The result of this was that the other party swung all his strength.

Every time the hard iron pipe hit it, its eyes were filled with stars, and its entire head was covered in blood, but it still did not loosen its mouth.

"TMD! This dead dog doesn't let go, don't stand there, come and help."

The young man shouted, and immediately a companion came over next to him and kicked it in the abdomen.

Its abdomen was hit hard, and a huge force made it kick away, and it cut out a parabolic and fell on the cement pier.

With the sound of bone shattering, it found that it could no longer get up, and the old man kept wailing and moaning. He was surrounded by the young people and beaten up in the middle. He was bleeding and hugged his head to the ground.

This kind of violence lasted for half a minute, and the old man's moans became less and less. Blood was coming from his head, his face, body, quilt, and the mat were stained with blood.

It made a whimpering sound in pain, but its body was unable to struggle to stand due to multiple fractures.

Although it wanted to try to get close to the old man's location, it couldn't even move.

The old man just lying on the ground like this, and he lost his breath forever.

It does not understand the emotions of despair, but it knows that it has lost something important, something that cannot be compensated for by food, play, and a stable life.

It felt that its breath was getting less and less, and its body was getting colder. This was a state of confusion and helplessness. At this moment, it began to lose consciousness.

This is its experience, its life.

It didn't know that a group of fierce rats who could smell the smell of blood found it dying.

This group of mutant mice is very smart. They are brutally violent creatures of the ancestor level. They realize that this is what their master calls prey and use the cover of the night.

The old and dirty dog ​​was sent back to the owner's residence.

It was also injected with a green spore by Lu Qi, which will also change its subsequent destiny.

It transforms in sleep, like a seed, rooted in the earth and sprouts. But this time, no one can predict what kind of branches and leaves will grow.
Chapter completed!