u8 novel "But the version that sister Mia said is not like this," Mira put her hands behind her back, the tears that were finally squeezed out from the corners of her eyes finally dried up, the little boy nodded very seriously, "My sister's version is, when the little boy will After the eight-tailed cat brought it home, it was not in a hurry to make a wish but took a lot of delicious food for the eight-tailed cat. The eight-tailed cat played happily with the little boy every day. Finally one day, when they were basking in the sun in the yard, A neighbor's child passed by and saw the eight-tailed cat from outside the fence. Although he promised the little boy that he would not tell the story, but when the child was sleeping at night, his father overheard him talking in his sleep. The news of the little boy owning the eight-tailed cat spread in the village—"
"The greedy robber went to rob and killed the little boy and his parents with a shotgun. The eight-tailed cat turned into a scary look and scared away the robbers. Later, the little boy who had his last breath made a wish for the eight-tailed cat to have the ninth cat. The wish of a tail to become an elf," Rachel squatted on the top step of the stand, people could not see his expression clearly behind the light, but from his lazy tone, it could be heard that the man was not very satisfied with the ending of this story , "The eight-tailed cat that turned into an elf... The nine-tailed cat saved the little boy and his family, and then lived happily with them."
Mira: "That's it."
Ruan Xiangyuan turned his head to look at Uncle Spatt and other high-level officials. At this moment, those high-level people who had never heard of the legend about the eight-tailed cat showed a relieved expression similar to "I finally heard a normal story."
But obviously, if everyone was let off so easily, Leiqie would not be Leiqie.
"In this case, the storyline is too poor." Shakespeare Rachel commented calmly.
"I think it's a very good story, so inspiring, and almost moved to tears by the positive energy."
DK almost seamlessly expressed his opinion after the king had finished expressing his opinion-the pup felt that if this person with a sluggish face and few words could control his facial expression a little at this moment, he would not look so so If you can't wait, it will probably be more convincing.
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There is no way, everyone seems so persistent in front of the profession—if DK’s awesome self-introduction before is true, then Ruan Xiangyuan said that it is completely understandable how clumsy he is at this time—
Faced with such a mysterious development, when people in the industry watched a good fable change from a story to a dark one, the kind of justice that was not understood and accepted was held in their hearts, how broken and painful it would be, as a Dogs, Ruan Xiangyuan, who is often forced to eat vegetables by stupid owners, expressed his empathy.
Sometimes, he couldn't help shouting in his heart: I'm just a dog, why should I eat vegetables
But at this time, as if she could see through the struggle in the dog's heart, Rachel would immediately pat his head and tell him to grow taller.
So Ruan Xiangyuan, who was full of vegetables, felt that DK probably would not end well. Obviously, he was definitely not the only one who thought so—Uncle Sparte patted DK on the shoulder and said, brother, I will send you there Here is the rest of the road you walk slowly.
"The logic doesn't make sense," Lei Qie looked at DK's face, tilted his head and said in an innocent and innocent tone, "A boy of seven or eight years old, how can he know what it means to cherish? In his eyes, an eight-tailed cat It's just an ordinary deformed cat, and if this deformed cat can give him a full meal or a bag of sweets, he will probably be happy to lose this ordinary playmate as a price."
Relying on the fact that no one dared to refute him, the red-haired man spoke confidently about his brain hole, which was bigger than a black hole—
At this moment, in a prison where the weak can prey on the strong like the Absolute Wing Pavilion, all those high-level people who stepped on other people's corpses to climb up to enjoy the privileges were silenced by the words of the boss.
Of course, they didn't keep silent because they thought what Rachel said was right, but they began to reflect on whether their ideological realm had been upgraded to a new realm... When faced with their absolute king's so terrible views on fairy tales, they From the bottom of my heart, I want to open my arms of love to embrace Jueji Pavilion, and beg their boss with the purest smile—
As a human being, it is better to have a little sunshine in your heart.
Rachel paused: "Of course, you can also understand that the little boy is for more candies. After all, the story of the golden ax and the silver ax is still very popular."
Everyone: "... ... ... ..."
The golden ax and the silver ax provoke you
"Also, how could the robbers with shotguns be simply scared away—I think they were swallowed up by the eight-tailed cat turned into a monster, right
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The red-haired man smiled, making everyone's hair stand on end. Everyone here can't have a childhood. At this time, Lei Qie seemed to be taking revenge on a high-achieving student who graduated from a social university majoring in ruining his childhood. The voice, little by little, effortlessly sincere and fun, ruins childhood, jokes, and three views.
"... But at the end of the story, the little boy and the eight-tailed cat lived happily together," an executive cleared his voice, and immediately closed his mouth after speaking, seemingly regretting it.
As it turned out, his regret was quite predictable.
"Living happily together? Elves will not die, but humans will. Can the eight-tailed cat save the little boy once, can it save him the second time? What about the boy's youth, can the eight-tailed cat give him back? The innocent little boy grew up to be a cunning adult, then a worldly middle-aged man, and finally an old man who trembled when he walked—and finally, when he lay in the grave and spent the last few moments of his life When recalling his life, the little boy will definitely regret it. He can have a bag of candy, a beautiful wife, or prosperity. When middle age comes, maybe he can become a successful businessman because of the existence of the eight-tailed cat. And then think back to now, when he took his last breath, he'd think—"
Please don't say it!
Ruan Xiangyuan's dog's ears trembled, and he raised his paws suddenly to scratch his own ears. However, this obviously didn't help. With Lei Qie's deep voice, which was so pitiful that he told inspirational stories as stories, the dog was very sure of himself. From the middle of the group of people on the upper floors of Building No. 2 who were fearless behind them, a clear gasping sound was heard.
"'If at the beginning, I didn't make the wish of letting the eight-tailed cat have the ninth tail, but let the eight-tailed cat give me a body that will never get sick, grow old and die, how wonderful it would be'."
Rachel's voice was deep and slightly hoarse, as if the fairy tale had really come to the end. After all the beautiful surfaces were torn off alive and hard, only the bloody wounds were left under the cover of beauty.
Surrounded by silence, Ruan Xiangyuan, as a dog, must have a paralyzed face, when its small eyes were flickering with the emotion of collapse, when he turned his head, he saw Mira—then the pup was successfully confronted by Mira. Healed by the genuine, not false, fear
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White Lotus, has anyone ever told you that this emoji suits you well
The son of a bitch grinned, jumped lightly from Uncle Sparte to Lei Qie again, stood firm, squatted down, and lay on his stomach—from this direction, Ruan Xiangyuan could easily use the downward-looking The eyes despise the white lotus, that's right, the jaw is raised at a noble thirty-seven-degree angle, and the eyelids are cold and lazy, and slightly retracted, which is referred to as 'never look up at people', an esoteric skill in the 13th world of costumes!
… After the stupid master half-covered (did not) use this skill in front of the mt of Building No. 3 and the one-eyed man with a tear mole, he was learned carefully and accurately by the dog who was watching.
There are strict requirements from the angle of the eyes to the chin. In the process of practicing this glamorous and noble posture, Ruan Xiangyuan often receives comments from the inventor of this skill, the stupid master——
"You twisted your neck?" or "I just ate dog food and don't eat it" or "What's so cute, I won't go for a walk outside today".
The sign of success is that one day when the stupid master was frowning on the desk and writing a letter that seemed to never be finished, when he looked up, he saw his puppy lying on the sofa and looking at him motionlessly. Like the Egyptian sphinx, the posture is standard and provocative, the jaw is raised at a perfect 37-degree angle, and the single eyelid is slightly lowered to make the already small dog eyes smaller. The tongue of the big dog who opened his mouth stupidly closed his mouth tightly, with a dignified and solemn expression. After a moment of surprise, Raiqie said something that made the dog's heart ecstatic—
"Falcon, are you in a bad mood?"
The next day, when Ruan Xiangyuan used this expression on Sui, the black-haired man was slightly taken aback, and then muttered, "Why do I think your dog eyes have become more mean?"
Ruan Xiangyuan knew that he had succeeded. Since then, this look has been tried and tested repeatedly, and it is not easy for a bastard to use it. Once used, it will kill a group of people.
When Ruan Xiangyuan was triumphantly playing his two favorite daily games, "a dog looks down on a man" and "a dog fights a man's power", he felt the stupid master's big hand wrapped around his thick neck like a giant boa constrictor.
Huh
The coldness on his face paused, and he looked away from Mira's ugly face that looked like he had eaten a mouse. The son of a bitch stuck out his tongue and turned his head curiously to see what Rachel was trying to do. , but unexpectedly, the man's handsome face was infinitely approaching it at the same time, holding the face of the son of a bitch, the corners of Lei Qie's lips were slightly raised into a beautiful arc——
"So, let the eight-tailed cat eat the little boy, and we can be together forever
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Ruan Xiangyuan: "……………………"
The son of a bitch spit on the man's face, when the other party let go of him and raised his hand to wipe it, he immediately moved his big butt and retreated desperately, just to stay away from this pervert, so when Rachel took his hand off his face At that moment, in his eyes, the gray fat and furry figure flashed by, followed by a few barks from the dog, who rolled down the steps embarrassingly with his face on the ground all the way—
Fortunately, Uncle Spatt grabbed the pup's big tail to stop it from rolling all the way to the court.
Fortunately, the pup ate enough, except for barking louder to die, the thick fur and fat perfectly protected it from harm—
"I'm just kidding, what are you running for?"
Leiqie stepped forward, took the big fluffy tail from Uncle Sparte, pulled it up, and with a skillful effort, easily pulled the fat dog weighing almost fifty catties into his arms, and hugged it firmly. Ruan Xiangyuan turned his head while still in his arms. From this angle, he could only see the man's perfectly curved jaw and a small piece of sky that could be seen from the gap between his neck and shoulders.
With a groan, Ruan Xiangyuan was hugged limply by Lei Qie, and his four huge fat paws naturally hung down, dangling in mid-air like a lazy ghost.
"If Falcon dies, he will arrange a decent funeral for you. Do you prefer burial or cremation?"
… … … I’m sorry, I’m still young, and I never thought of dying young.
Next topic.
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In the end, Shakespeare Rachel finally compromised and listened to the unanimous opinions of other high-level people in Building No. 2 and soy sauce people in Building No. 3 after his dog was scared and rolled away from the steps. Limping, holding the eight-tailed cat limping down the mountain on the muddy mountain road after the rain", and finally returned to the correct story track.
On this day, although it was a cloudy and nasty Monday, everyone expressed their happiness.
Except for Rachel who was slightly dissatisfied, it was rare for a man who was opposed by everyone to be emptied for a moment. He raised the big tail of the dog beside him and looked at its little chrysanthemum. Do you want to feel the malice from the world?" The red-haired man gestured with his finger, and said, "Maybe you can't fit in as many tails as seven props.
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At that time, Ruan Xiangyuan couldn't believe his dog ears.
How many! ! ! !
what! ! !
Where to plug it! ! ! Where to put it! ! ! Who fortress! ! ! What is plug! ! ! ! !
When the puppet slipped his crap paws on the ground and was about to start running, the lively crowd not far away suddenly became extremely excited. Realizing that something must have happened, the puppet suddenly felt rescued and looked up excitedly. Only then did I see Uncle Sparte squeeze out from the chaotic crowd holding a large bucket of wooden picks—
Uncle Sparte: "Rachel, it's time to draw characters."
The man whose name was called was slightly taken aback, let go of the dog's tail and raised his head: "I'm the director."
Hawkeye interjected with a smile: "There is no such occupation, everyone improvises."
"The probability is very small, and there are not many characters." In line with the completely unscientific probability theory of "taking away a character, the chance of being recruited is smaller", this time Uncle Sparte also turned his arms and legs out, "Many people Didn't get it!"
This group of people drew lots very professionally. The staff were divided into two groups. One group was responsible for labeling the wooden tags, and the other group was responsible for sorting the characters on the wooden tags with these numbers on a piece of white paper. Only the people who sorted knew which number What is the role—when the serial number on the wooden sign is finished, the two groups of people will line up at the back consciously, and then the wooden sign barrel will be passed on to each person who draws the lot—when Uncle Sparte said this sentence At that time, mt, who had just drawn the No. 2 lottery, stood in the middle of the crowd with a livid face. When the role of the father of the little boy who died tragically settled on mt's head, there was a chaotic sound of people in the second building around the fat man. A face-saving laugh.
Uncle Spatt: "Here, there is one less character, so it's safer."
Rachel hesitated.
Hawkeye continued to smile: "Don't be so cowardly, Leiqie. I heard that the king has the bodyguard of the goddess of luck."
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Hawkeye's provocative approach made Rachel even more hesitant. This time, he even raised his hand—
Ruan Xiangyuan looked at Lei Qie, who was so easy to deceive, as if he was looking at an idiot.
When Rachel hesitantly put his slender fingertips on a stick, the son of a bitch put his tongue back and shut his mouth. He really wanted to tell Rachel that judging from the bloody facts of the stage group, , stupid master, your lottery luck is really not very good—
"Let me see—Number thirty-five, uh, little boy? Fuck, who wrote the number thirty-five, what is 'little boy'?"
"Are you an idiot! Isn't this story just about two kids, a protagonist, and a neighbor's naughty boy—the soy sauce character I wrote is the neighbor's naughty kid."
"Oh, that little boy is the protagonist?! The main character has appeared! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaffsfsfhfsf’fsfsf’sto’s?’??, “,”, “,” “),,),,”),,,),,,,,,,,,,),),,,,,,,),),,,,, that, whoever drew the 35th lottery!! Please allow me to make a sad expression!”
"Heroes of the people!"
"No matter who he is, I am suddenly full of confidence in defeating Building 4 and Building 1!"
"No. 35! No. 35! Who is No. 35? Although it's unlucky, I chose it myself! Don't run away, No. 35! Please come to the front! If you shrink back again, the boss will whip you La!"
The group of people at the front burst into laughter again.
After three seconds, they couldn't laugh anymore.
The crowd at the back suddenly separated from both sides as if Moses divided the sea, and then, in the middle of the neatly lined crowd, a tall man stood out from the crowd, he was only wearing a shirt, The fiery red hair is very dazzling, however, people's eyes are sticky like strong mouse glue, sticking to the broad shoulders of the man in the sloppy drape, the uniform of the king who has not had time to change during the morning meeting this morning.
Rachel frowned, and walked up to the young prisoner who was gloating and waving while standing on the table, and now he was so shocked that he became a statue, kicked the table, the man said in a bad mood—
"Get off, on my side, there is no rule for me to look up at others."
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