This human is too dog-like.
"Bite through its neck, and then you can survive. Come on, just one bite, put a little strength into it, Wang'er."
Bite someone?
A civilized dog doesn't do such things.
It was trained to not harm humans.
But,
humans harmed it.
What should Wang do?
As if by instinct, in a daze, Wang'er bit down hard on the throat that was within reach.
A card floated up from the body, Wang'er reached out with a paw.
It was light.
...
A minute later.
Doggy piled a fawning smile on his face, licking Yi Lin's hand vigorously.
"Oh, so your name is Mao Mao? What a tacky name." Yi Lin patted Doggy's furry head, "Don't be called Mao Mao anymore, that's not a serious name. From now on, you're Wang Tiandi. Emperor of dogs."
"Wang!"
...
Wang'er, who had just become "Wang Tiandi," was a bit unaccustomed to the new name. But in a few days, Wang'er accepted it. A dog's mind is very simple; Wang Tiandi, such a cool and awesome kingly name, no doubt about it.
