Women always take good care of Shirley.

At first, Shirley always resisted her. Whenever she approached, Shirley would arch her body and make a hiss. But she always patiently comforted Shirley, healed her wounds, and provided herself with enough food at regular intervals every day. Over time, Shirley became familiar with the woman.

Shirley affirmed her existence. The woman was her new wolf king. In the following days, one person and one wolf spent every day. The woman would train Shirley's various skills and spent a long time teaching her to shepherd her. Shirley's physique quickly became strong. She was a Tibetan wolf with all qualities that were all white in hair. After scientific special training, she was even more keen and stronger than ordinary Tibetan wolf.

Women love cleanliness and often bathe her; women are also afraid of darkness, so they have to hold her to sleep at night. Shirley is used to all this, and she finds the smell of her mother in her childhood in her master.

Occasionally, wolves howls come from the deep forest. It was her family who used to convey the hunting message. The howls will make the blood in her genes boil unconsciously, but it will also remind her of the leading wolf who once wanted to eat her. And women, every time at this time, they seem to be able to see through Shirley's thoughts. She would hold her neck and whisper:

"It's okay, I'm the only one left..."

The owner spent a long time fiddling with the circuits in the village, and would also take her through mountains and rivers to repair the failed signal tower, or run to the astronomical observation station to stare at the screen and calculate for a long time. She would explain to herself the reasons for doing this, but Shirley actually couldn't understand many things.

"Please treat dead horses as living horses. It's better to leave a thought, maybe there will be other humans alive?"

Her fantasy came true. One day, the master was excited to tell Shirley that we need a new companion.

So, she led herself through the surrounding deep forest and welcomed another dusty person on the other end of the mountain.

A man.

The man seemed to have been wandering outside for a long time. By chance, he received a message from his master and drove over from afar.

The owner seemed very happy. In order to celebrate the arrival of the man, she took out the treasured food and held a small banquet. She enthusiastically brought him to familiarity with the facilities in the village, which were all things the owner had told him.

The man is tall and has a kind face. But because he is a stranger, Shirley is always wary of him. When talking about his life experience, the man is a retired boxer who works as a boxing coach in the gym. When talking about fitness-related knowledge with his owner, he can always speak very well. He has no habit of smoking and drinking, and is a self-disciplined person.

The next day, the man volunteered to cook three meals a day. The owner agreed readily because she still had a lot of things to do during this period, and many facilities in the shelter were not perfect enough, which required a lot of thought. After a day of hard work, the man would always prepare supper and wait for her to come back at home. The man was humorous and talkative, and often amused the owner.

A few days later, the man took out a bottle of red wine in stock. After the owner was half drunk, he made a request to spend the night in her house, but the owner refused. The man had to go back to his house in disappointment. When he was sleeping at night, the owner held Shirley and looked unhappy. She and Shirley were murmured and said that she was actually a slow-tempered person and could not adapt to a relationship so quickly.

The next day, the owner made new progress in research at the astronomical observatory and had no time to take grazing, so he asked the man to take Shirley to the ranch to grazing. Shirley has never relaxed his vigilance against the man. In fact, when the man was alone with Shirley, the appearance of the man was completely different from that in front of the owner. He was hostile to Shirley. When he was shepherding, he would take out cigarettes from his pocket to smoke, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Although he didn't deal with this man very much, Shirley never acted excessively because she was the host's guest, but she was just unwilling to pay attention to him.

About half a month later, the man prepared a candlelight dinner.

It is said that this is the last day the man stays here, and his "countdown" is about to end in a few hours.

The master also knew this. In the past few days, she has spent a lot of effort to prepare gifts for men. She used the special forces uniforms of the special forces to make more complex styles, and filled her pockets with guns, bullets, sabers and other self-defense equipment. Because she speculated that after humans "disappeared", they might have gone to another world, and during the disappearance, the clothes on her body would also disappear. Perhaps this set of clothes could bring safer protection to men.

The man expressed gratitude for this and put on the clothes and had dinner with the owner. Shirley ate some odor in the canned meat tonight, but she didn't think much about it. Because the owner would add some vitamins, deworming pills and other things to the can from time to time, the odor was similar to these drugs.

The owner and the man talked about the disappearance and took a sip of the wine.

After a while, she suddenly couldn't get enough.

"Jiang Jie, you..."

The man named Jiang Jie stood up, as if he had torn off the mask of disguise, and smiled ferociously. He threw his master to the ground. Shirley was so angry that he thrust at him and flew up, but a sharp pain came from his abdomen. He was punched down by the man in mid-air, rolled to the wall and struggled a few times, unable to move. The man insulted the master in foul language, grabbed her neck, took out the saber that the master had just given her from the pocket of the special operations uniform, cut through the clothes on her chest, and the buttons were broken away. The master couldn't breathe, his face showed pain, wanted to resist, but his whole body was soft.

"You are shameless to give you a face... a damn woman..."

"How great do you think you are? You are just a bitch raised by a belle..."

"Aren't you foreign women the most open? Why are you pretending to be noble to me?"

"I'm pretending to be stupid every day... I'll just say it if I look down on me! Ah?"

"Reject me, right? I like foreign diiao, right? I tell you! You have no choice! I will deal with you now..."

The man pinched the woman's neck with one hand and began to take off his clothes with the other hand. But he didn't expect that the structure of the special operations uniform on his body was too complicated, and in a hurry, it took him a long time to take off his shirt. Then, he reached out to the woman's pants.

Shirley woke up at this time and saw that her master was in crisis. In desperation, she endured the severe pain and pounced on the man again, biting the man's arm tightly. The man screamed and threw Shirley to the ground, and the pistol in her pocket flew out. The woman gasped for a moment, stretched out her hand to pick up the pistol on the ground, but the man kicked it hard in the stomach and flew half a meter away. The man staggered towards the position of the pistol. Shirley rushed up again without fear, biting the man's ankle, and fighting with the man. However, Shirley just ate the canned meat mixed with rat poison. She was no match for the man who had been trained for a long time. She was pulled on the wall with his neck.

"Damn beast..."

Before the man finished speaking, he screamed in the sound of gunshots. The woman's hand holding the gun was trembling violently. At this moment, she was still weak and weak, and she didn't even have the strength to pull the trigger, so that the bullet missed and brushed through the man's shoulders, causing only some skin injuries. The man turned around angrily, let out a low roar like a beast, and rushed towards the woman.

During the fight, the man smashed the woman's temple with a powerful fist. The woman was about to faint for several times. Shirley tried hard to support her and wanted to stand up, but almost black blood came out of her mouth and fell to the ground. The sound of fist-to-feeding flesh echoed in the room, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Until some point, the gunshots rang again.

The man let out a heart-wrenching howl, his right arm was directly penetrated by a bullet, and the huge recoil made him fall to the ground. The woman rushed up quickly, sat on him, pressing the gunshot wound on his shoulder with her knees. The man screamed again, but the gun was pressed against the forehead tightly by the gunshot.

Everything is quiet.

"Don't...don't kill me...Rihanna..."

"I have no malicious intentions...I have no malicious intentions! Rihanna..."

"I just like you... Rihanna..."

"Shut up!" the woman shouted. The gun she pressed against the man's forehead did not move a single point. Her eyes were silence like death after experiencing despair, anger and sadness.

The man swallowed his saliva and said in a gentle, begging tone:

"I'm really just unable to think about it for a moment...I love you so much...I really...I listen to me..."

"Enough." The woman said, her tone was cold.

She slowly pulled the trigger and the man's pupils contracted rapidly.

"don't want……"
Chapter completed!