Chapter 47 The Dog’s Name

You questioned her, and she retorted plausibly, “When I was picking up bugs, they were so pitiful. They were as small as bugs lying on the ground. They screamed milkily and wriggled on the ground like yellow bugs. Caterpillar."

It is said that when Chong Chong was picked up, the sky was already dark, and the lake-blue sky, like a canvas, seemed to be added with dark blue color seasoning, gradually getting darker and darker, and the light became dim and faint.

The subtle cry of "woof woof" is like the feeling of powerlessness after not eating for several days. If it hadn't been for a battery car passing by Yinuo, and Yinuo walked to the curb while avoiding it, Yinuo might not have heard the puppy at all. The pitiful cry.

A small cardboard box was opened, and the insect, which was bigger than a palm, was half lying on its stomach, with its feet weakly clawing at it from time to time, like a caterpillar squirming.

Yinuo's description may be true.

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