In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

Large snowflakes fell softly under the dim streetlights, and Wenren Lei looked at Fu Yan through the gaps between the light and the snow.

Fu Yan's only exposed eye was oozing thin, dark red tears that seeped onto the gauze.

Wenren Lei was taken aback: Can zombies cry?

He raised his hand and used his sleeve to wipe Fu Yan's face: "I'm fine, I just have a fever, I'll be better soon, don't cry, okay?"

The howls of the zombies grew louder as they approached. Fu Yan rubbed his hand against Wenren Lei's palm, then turned and charged back into the horde of zombies.

Wenren Lei couldn't get up, so she could only lean against the cold wall, holding an umbrella, and watch Fu Yan kill zombies.

After turning into a zombie, Fu Yan became far more savage than before. He used his hands as weapons, stabbing them directly into the heads of zombies. If any crystal cores were pulled out, he would swallow them along with his hands full of blood and brain matter.

Wenren frowned slightly, then relented in her heart: Oh well, he's her boyfriend, she won't mind.

"Woof woof—"

A soft, delicate sound suddenly rang out from beside my feet.

Wenren Lei felt a dampness on his fingertips. He looked down and saw a small cotton ball, about the size of a palm, slowly licking his hand.

It's a Pomeranian puppy about two months old, white, chubby, and round, with fur as soft as cotton. It's incredibly cute.

Wenren Lei stroked the puppy's head affectionately and asked, "How did you get here? Where's your owner?"

"Woof!"

Just then, Fu Yan returned after killing the zombies. The little dog was so frightened when it saw him that it curled up into a ball of fur on the spot.

Wenren Lei smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, this zombie uncle won't bite the puppy."

The puppy ignored her and jumped into Wenrenlei's arms, whimpering softly.

Fu Yan slowly approached, and the puppy immediately scurried deeper into Wenren Lei's arms in a panic.

"Brother Yan, don't scare it."

Fu Yan got anxious, reached out and picked up the puppy, holding it up to Wenren Lei's eyes.

The puppy, feeling insecure as it dangled in mid-air, kicked its four short legs wildly. Wenren Lei watched it and laughed, then her gaze suddenly froze.

The puppy's eyes are also red.

Wenrenlei raised an eyebrow, realizing that she had been delirious with fever and had only belatedly discovered that it was a zombie puppy.

"It's alright, Brother Yan, it doesn't seem to intend to attack me."

The puppy seemed to understand, and immediately whimpered to show its loyalty. It raised its little paw and pressed its paw pad onto the gauze on Wenren Lei's forehead, and a soft green light enveloped Wenren Lei.

Wenrenlei felt a warm sensation flowing through her entire body, which was very comforting.

Ten seconds later, the puppy put its paw down.

Wenren Lei was stunned for a moment before realizing that the high fever and fatigue that had plagued her for several days had all disappeared.

He took out his phone, tore off the gauze in front of the front camera, and the wound on his forehead had completely healed.

Wenren Lei stood up, spun around twice, and then jumped several times. Feeling no discomfort, he was still somewhat incredulous: "I'm better? Brother Yan, I'm better!"

"Aww!"

"Woof woof!" The puppy sat on the ground wagging its tail, eager to show off.

Wenren Lei bent down, picked up the puppy, and held it in her hands: "So it's a healing puppy! Wow, that's amazing!"

The puppy's tail was wagging so hard it was practically a propeller.

Wenren Lei held the puppy up to Fu Yan: "Can you heal him? He's badly injured."

The puppy was terrified at the sight of Fu Yan, and tremblingly stretched out its front paws to activate its supernatural power.

Once the puppy lowered its paw, Fu Yan's external injuries and gunshot wounds gradually healed, but his mutilated left arm and face remained unchanged.

It seems the puppy's superpowers aren't strong enough to regenerate flesh and blood.

But it's okay, that's enough.

Wenren Lei decided to reward the puppy and asked Fu Yan for a piece of meat to feed it. The puppy sniffed it, then pried it open with its little paws and refused to eat it.

Wenrenlei asked in bewilderment, "What do zombie dogs eat?"

The puppy jumped down from Wenrenlei's palm, picked out a relatively pretty one from the zombie corpses scattered on the ground, opened its blood-red little mouth and bit into it, eating it with great relish.

Wenren Lei's lips twitched slightly, showing a hint of disdain.

Oh well, I'll pamper my own pet. It's fine if I cut up some zombie meat for it to eat when I'm bored.

After the puppy had eaten its fill, Wenrenlei used alcohol wipes to thoroughly clean the puppy inside and out, including its teeth, before taking it into her arms.

"Brother Yan, come here."

Fu Yan walked up to him, and Wenren Lei took his hand and carefully cleaned the blood and grime off his body: "Get a bottle of alcohol and rinse your mouth properly."

Fu Yan tilted his head, not quite understanding, but still rinsed his mouth.

Wenren Lei set a rule for him: "From now on, you are not allowed to eat unwashed crystal cores, understand?"

"Aww."

The puppy in her arms was dozing off with its paws in the air, and Wenren Lei emphasized, "You too."

"Woof!"

Wenren Lei smiled and said, "Good little dog, shouldn't we give you a name?"

"Woof!"

Wenren Lei suddenly had a flash of inspiration: "My little dog must be super cool! I'll call you—The Ultimate Demonic Hound Who Dominates the Universe with Blazing Flames!" He turned to look at Fu Yan, his face full of anticipation, "Brother Yan, does it sound good?"

Fu Yan: ...

Wenren Lei swore that he saw shock, helplessness, incomprehension, and blatant disdain in Fu Yan's bloodshot eyes.

Wenren Lei instantly became unhappy: "What kind of expression is that! Is the name I chose so bad?"

"Huh?"

Wenren Lei quickened her pace, leaving Fu Yan behind: "Let's have a cold war! The ultimate demonic hound, blazing with invincible power, let's go!"

"Woof!"

"Huh??"

Wenren Lei had only taken a few steps in a fierce manner when he suddenly stopped, causing Fu Yan, who was closely following behind, to almost knock him away because he couldn't stop in time.

Fu Yan immediately pulled Wenren Lei back and helped her steady.

Wenren Lei spun around twice: "Where am I? I just heard two pig squeals."

He looked around and then saw the sign that had fallen to the ground—Weicheng Comprehensive Livestock Farm.

Wenren Lei's eyes lit up. What a wonderful place!

He put the puppy on his shoulder: "Brother Yan, let's go inside and take a look."

This is a good opportunity to test whether animals can be put into the space. If it works, it will provide a continuous and long-term food source.

A man, a corpse, and a dog sneaked into the livestock farm and went straight to the chicken coop.

Wenren Lei, with her sharp eyes, pointed at a hen that was laying eggs and patted Fu Yan on the shoulder: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, take that hen away."

Fu Yan put the hen that had laid half an egg into his spatial storage.

Wenren Lei planned to wait an hour before taking the hen out to check on its condition.

If the egg remains stuck halfway out and the hen shows no abnormality, it indicates that the space can hold living beings and that time has stopped.

While waiting, Wenren Lei toured the ranch. As expected of the largest breeding farm in Weicheng, it had an extremely rich variety of breeds.

Needless to say, there are pigs, cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, geese, and even pigeons, quails, and turkeys.

The seafood selection is plentiful, including fish, shrimp, crab, and shellfish, all of which are fresh and plump.

If we raise and breed them, we can eat his favorite seafood every day. It's easy to make; just steam it. It doesn't test his cooking skills.

As Wenrenlei thought about it, she felt as if she were surrounded by tender crab meat, shrimp meat, fish meat, and abalone meat, and she couldn't help but chuckle for a long time.