Suddenly, I heard a dog barking. There was a language I didn't understand very well www.biquge.info and the only thing I could understand was the barking of dogs. My body was still very tired, and it was as hard as if I was dragging a chain. It was dark everywhere, and I couldn't see the road ahead, so I could only feel the unusual atmosphere by hearing. What is this smell? There is a constant mixed smell in the distance, like what? I can't remember it for a moment. Blood, or the smell of corpses, is it both! Mixed smells crept into my nostrils and hit my nerves-cerebral cortex. I can't stand this bad smell. I couldn't help but frown, and covered my nose and mouth in disgust, for fear that some poisonous gas would run into my lungs. My head was still groggy and I couldn't remember much. Am I having amnesia?

The dog barked louder and louder, and the people who listened were creepy. It was as if thousands of dogs of all kinds were screaming at the same time, over and over again, without stopping. I stopped, standing still, hesitating to move on. I'm afraid of dogs, because I have some bad memories when I was a child, such as being chased by vicious dogs all over the street and shouting for help, and since then, I will unconsciously avoid dogs when I see them. Some people say that dogs are friends of humans, and this kind of thing has to be seen by everyone. Everyone's life circumstances are different, don't generalize about everything. Slowly recalling that terrible experience, the face of that vicious dog, is still deeply imprinted into my mind. That evening, I almost became the belly of a vicious dog. At that time, the mouth of the vicious dog was already close to my face, and if Grandpa Hu had come one step later, I might have been torn into shreds by the vicious dog, or the vicious dog would have eaten my bones deliciously and devoured my flesh and blood. The thought of this makes my whole body tremble.

It's strange to look at it here. I couldn't see the sun, I couldn't see the moon, and even half of the stars never appeared, some were just hazy and gray with blood mist. I shook my head helplessly, and stood there and looked around. Still can't figure out where I've been. Was it in a dream? Huge question marks came one after another, but I didn't have time to think about them, I had to get out of this infiltrating place. Run away! This is the cry of my heart. But how do I escape? Walk forward? Listening to the barking of vicious dogs in front of me, I dispelled this thought. I looked carefully at the road behind me and was surprised to find that the road behind me had gradually disappeared, and I don't know when it was gone. I was secretly amazed in my heart, and my chaotic thoughts were scattered again. I was silent for a while, standing quietly in place, very strange, this time I was not frightened, in the face of such a predicament, I seemed indifferent, what was wrong with me? I couldn't figure it out, I really couldn't figure it out.

I let out a slow breath and sat down on the spot. There's nowhere to go, so stay where you are. The barking of dogs in the distance kept coming, and I dragged my chin as if I remembered something, what was it? I scratched my hair, trying to recall the fragments that had flashed through my mind for a moment. Gradually, the memories that I had collected slowly opened the floodgates. Yes, I forgot. I only lived in the pursuit of vicious dogs, and I forgot that once upon a time, there was a loyal "friend" who guarded me until he died, and he also protected me without complaint. Suddenly, a wave of sadness welled up in my heart, and my eyes moistened all of a sudden, and I couldn't tell if it was because of loneliness or because I thought of that loyal "friend". Perhaps, it's different. For so many years, I only lived in the nightmare of packs of vicious dogs, but I forgot about the kind puppy. Douda's tears could no longer be suppressed, so I sat there and wept sadly.

Maybe my cry was too loud, but it attracted groups of vicious dogs, which ran up to me, all with fierce eyes, steel teeth, and disgusting saliva, and approached me step by step. Fear, penetrating into the skin, almost to the bone. Fear, waiting for the last moment. At this time, I was no longer confused, but extremely sober. Even if I try my best, I can't escape the iron mouth and steel teeth of these vicious dogs. The tastelessness in my heart is mixed, and I really wish I could be invisible now. Just when I was in a dilemma, a brown dog ran in the distance, its eyes were not as fierce as the other vicious dogs, but revealed a sad look. It saw me. He stuck out his tongue obediently and waged his tail at me respectfully. My faithful "friend" has the kind of eyes that only it has. For a moment, tears poured down their faces. It was there for me in my toughest moments.

At this moment, the little yellow dog pounced and bit the group of vicious dogs, using all his might, revealing its sharp iron teeth, and pounced vigorously into the vicious dogs. It bit frantically and faithfully that it wanted to protect the person in front of it. Even after being torn off its legs and feet, breaking its limbs, and biting its head, it still refused to back down. I felt ashamed, so ashamed, my lips twitched, and I couldn't open my mouth for a long time, neither shouting for help nor making a voice of protest. I'm just going to cry, cry and cry. I sat on the ground weakly until I cried until I ran out of energy, not knowing whether it was pain or pleasure. A dog's leg flew under my feet, I don't know if it was a vicious dog or my "friend". It turns out that this is how the smell of blood in the air comes from. I began to understand what the blood mist I was seeing, it must have been a haze of blood stained red, forming a blood mist that would never disperse.

Gradually, my "friend" lost his strength, and his body was bitten with holes, and his flesh and blood were blurred, which made him feel terrible. The vicious dogs were also punished, some were bitten off their legs, some had their heads torn off, some had vague flesh and blood, and they were convulsing all over their bodies, and the vicious dogs became quiet, not daring to act rashly, standing aside, panting heavily. The little yellow dog limped up to me, barked at the vicious dogs, and swore that they would never come any closer.

The barking of the dogs frightened the vicious dogs, and they looked around for a moment, and scattered with some reluctance. In the end, all that was left was scattered body parts lying quietly on the ground. One of them deliberately turned his head and ran back, looking for his lost right arm, and finally found it, without raising his head, and quickly left this battlefield with his right arm in his mouth. On the gray ground, the blood mist covered the scattered corpses. I only found out now that it was surrounded by rockeries piled up with bones, and there was a faint weirdness in the black. At first, I couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly, but now that I was frightened by this group of vicious dogs, people began to have spirits.

I stroked my "friend" who was lying on the ground and was dying, and the expression on my face changed in a complicated way. When I remember the first time I saw him, his cute appearance, I was no longer afraid of dogs. With a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, he gently stroked its injured body, and tears couldn't help but fall again, I couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness, or both.