Che Yun was a foxhound, which belonged to the large-dog breeds. All things considered, being born as a pet meant she had been lucky.
Being turned into this state was purely a case of exploding bad luck on top of an already lucky foundation...
"Even if you're reincarnated as a human, there are cases where you're already on the verge of death the moment you're born."
"Your survival environment matters more." Mo Qiong said.
After retrieving Che Yun, they hurried back to headquarters.
At headquarters, Mo Qiong saw his panda. The moment it came over, it wrapped him in a bear hug and refused to let go.
Even though Mo Qiong had turned into a leopard, it still recognized him and patted him affectionately.
In terms of weight, the little cheetah was no match for the panda. Mo Qiong was pinned beneath it, meowing incessantly.
Some of his old companions also came over at this time.
"Mo Qiong, it's so good to see you alive!" You Xin rescued Mo Qiong from the panda's embrace and lifted him high into the air.
"Put me down!" Mo Qiong roared with his Mental Power.
You Xin lowered him with an awkward grin, then suddenly pulled a lamb leg from his backpack and handed it to Mo Qiong. "Have a taste. We raised it ourselves!"
Mo Qiong narrowed his scarlet leopard eyes, but he was indeed hungry. He immediately began gnawing on it without a care for anyone around him.
He was quite particular about eating, however. The lamb leg hung suspended in midair, while he used Slow Exile as a dining table. His meal looked remarkably elegant.
Beside him, Hua Yin could not resist stroking the cloak-like, fluffy fur along the little cub's back.
This was someone who had already become a Dao