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Chapter 1126 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (7)

The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (Part 7)

As night fell in the apocalypse, the neon lights disappeared from the sky, and the starry sky was clearly visible after nightfall.

Song Ning had grown accustomed to the darkness of the night, but tonight was quite different.

For the first time, he stayed outdoors after nightfall, even sitting by a campfire, drinking mutton soup and eating mutton.

The sheep's head was stewed until very tender, the skin and meat inside were so soft they melted in your mouth, and with a light salty taste, Song Ning ate it with great relish.

If she ate too quickly, she would gulp down a mouthful of slightly cooled mutton soup. The soup, with its slightly oily texture and the aroma of meat, filled her stomach, a sensation that Song Ning found irresistible.

He even called to the big cat on the roof to come down and try, but the cat, which was pretending to be asleep, only opened its eyes and glanced at him before continuing to lie still.

Song Ning didn't force him. Although he enjoyed the feeling, he still made the most of the time to finish the meal, then cleaned up his things, leaving only the fire.

After boiling a pot of water and quickly washing up, Song Ning put on the clothes from the workwear store. He took out the sleeping bag he had brought with him and was about to lay it out by the campfire to sleep when the big cat that had been silent on the roof suddenly jumped down.

Song Ning had adapted quite well. He stopped making the bed and asked with a gentleness he rarely showed to humans, "What's wrong?"

A tail reached out and pushed the sleeping bag away from his hand, startling Song Ning.

The next second, the big cat grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the house. Song Ning seemed to understand. "You mean, you want me to go inside and sleep?"

Seeing that he understood, the big cat was in a good mood and flicked its tail as it went inside. Song Ning quickly packed up her sleeping bag and followed it in.

By the light of the fire outside, Song Ning looked at the bed inside with a troubled expression.

He wouldn't mind the bed the big cat had slept on; it was easy to tell from the big cat's clean and tidy fur that the big cat was obviously very particular about its hygiene.

But what he was struggling with was, where would be the best place for him to sleep?

I can't exactly sleep with the big cat, can I?

He had barely expressed his meaning when the large cat, which had remained silent until now, let out a low growl from its throat.

Song Ning was startled. "Okay, okay, then let's sleep together."

The black panther then calmed down and rubbed its paws against a towel by the bed.

Song Ning then realized the purpose of the towel, and immediately felt a darkness before his eyes. When he looked again, Black Panther was already lying on the bed, relaxed, looking at him with only his vertical pupils that glowed with a faint light in the night.

Does this mean they're waiting for me to go up?

After only a second of hesitation, the trust I had in the big cat overcame my fear.

Song Ning crawled over to the side of the bed and lay down next to the big cat. As soon as he lay down, a fluffy head appeared on his chest and a familiar tail appeared on his wrist.

"...Do you want to sleep like this?"

Song Ning suddenly felt that their roles had been reversed, and the big cat sleeping on his chest seemed to be the pet being raised.

Song Ning stopped thinking about it after her wrist was brushed against.

He reached out and hugged the head in his arms to keep it warm. The fatigue of the day swept over his whole body at this moment, and his breathing became calm after only five seconds, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The large cat being held suddenly opened its eyes, its exceptionally bright beastly pupils staring at the human in front of it with some confusion.

He hates humans. Many humans who have come to his territory have been scared away by him. Those who persisted or even tried to capture him were bitten to death. Those humans carried the scent of their own kind.

But this human in front of him was different. He gently leaned close to the human's neck and sniffed. There was a fresh scent of grass. Was it because the human had washed himself with a few leaves by the lake?

He liked the taste, and he didn't dislike the human, but why did the human only eat a little bit of his prey?

We're not eating enough. If this continues, won't humans survive until winter?

I need to catch some other prey for humans to try tomorrow. There's so much food, there's bound to be something humans like to eat, and if they like it, they'll eat too much, right?

He also remembered those few leaves; he would find them and bring them back to the humans so that he could have a pleasant scent to fall asleep tomorrow night.

As she pondered these matters, her deep pupils gradually closed, and soon she began to snore softly, accompanied by the light breathing beside her.

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Song Ning slept soundly. That night, he dreamed for the first time in a long time about the time before the apocalypse, when he went out for hot pot alone after receiving his first month's salary at work.

The hot pot tasted amazing; Song Ning could still remember the aroma of the butter when she woke up from her dream.

It was a bit cold when she woke up, and Song Ning was dazed for a couple of seconds before she came to her senses.

He felt cold because the source of heat around him was gone. He hurriedly tidied up the bed, got up and went outside to look for it. Then he saw the big cat wagging its tail and walking back.

Feeling relieved for some reason, Song Ning naturally greeted the big cat.

Good morning, have you had breakfast yet?

After asking the question, Song Ning laughed at himself. What was he asking?

Animals don't need to eat three meals a day like humans, and in the apocalypse, people are considered well-off if they can eat two meals a day. Most people can only eat one meal a day.

As Song Ning was inwardly mocking himself, he felt his hand being lifted up. He instinctively reached out, and the big cat came closer, sticking its head out and opening its mouth.

A few bird eggs landed in his palm, still slightly warm.

Has he been fed again?

As this thought raced through Song Ning's mind, he was nudged from behind and stumbled two steps toward the fire.

"What, are you telling me to have this for breakfast?"

Song Ning decoded it himself.

By discarding all the impossibilities, what remains, even the most unlikely one, is often the truth. The big cat leaped onto the roof and then skillfully lay down again.

This time, however, instead of closing his eyes to rest, his eyes were bright and alert as he scanned his surroundings from time to time.

Song Ning guessed that the big cat might have already gone to patrol the territory before he woke up, and it was obviously not in a resting state now.

The feeling that even if the sky were to fall, the big cat would catch it made Song Ning feel very relaxed. He glanced at the bird eggs in his palm and suddenly felt grateful that he had saved the mutton fat when he slaughtered the sheep last night.

"Let's render some first and make some poached eggs, which we haven't had in a long time. Then we can render the mutton fat while we're at it."

Without further ado, Song Ning found his canteen, boiled some water, and then rendered some mutton fat. The Type 78 military canteen was very practical; it could hold water, and the outer layer could be transformed into a lunchbox for rendering oil.

Meanwhile, in the other pot were pieces of mutton fat that he had specially cut out. After adding water, Song Ning ate the fragrant fried eggs while looking for firewood. Rendering the oil would require a slow and gentle process, and it would probably take quite a while.

During this time, the big cat lay on the roof and kept an eye on things, only occasionally flicking its tail, looking like a dutiful security guard.