The little monster's crying nose is... It's so heartbreaking. He Ruge had never seen the little white tiger cry, and the little monster was exactly the same as the little white tiger. At this moment, it was like the little white tiger crying in front of him.
How to cry and how to song soft heart.
He Ruge wants to go into the room to comfort the little monster, touch his head, or feed him a candy. However, the little monster is not a little white tiger, and he may have added fuel to the fire when he walked into the room.
He Ruge, who is very self-aware, quit the game, typed for a while, and then opened his backstage to see the income.
In fact, if you try 20,000 a day...with your eyes closed and your feet stomped, you can buy that "holographic gaming helmet".
He looked at his 20,000-word archive, and felt a little bit moved.
I must be crazy.
He Ruge pushed the frame with some pain, and asked himself whether kryptonite was worth it. The little white tiger and the little black house appear one after another in my mind. If you think about it carefully, this game is made with good conscience, and selling props will not be too unscrupulous. There must be a reason for it to be expensive. The game experience that RMB players get is definitely different.
Maybe buy the props and let the little white tiger come out.
Being a human being, it is not easy to have a source of happiness. Since you can get a lot of happiness, don't be satisfied with three-point happiness.
The hand that opened the code word black house trembled slightly, He Ruge entered "20000" in the limited number of words, and clicked OK with a heart.
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The little monster cried silently for a while in the cotton nest in room 104. The tears on his face were not dry. He stood up slowly. The act of getting up seemed very difficult for him. All four claws were in trembling.
He was seriously injured, and he should have slept in the sea of spiritual consciousness until the end of the world, but he was forcibly awakened because of an accident.
Also lost a wing.
The little monster didn't really think of taking over this body, because he had not yet recovered, and Xi Guican had told him that Xi Guican hated him very, very much.
The thought of sharing the same body with him made Xi Guican feel sick.
... He did a lot of bad things, but he really couldn't help it.
The little monster is like a child who has done something wrong, thinking to himself in his heart: "I didn't come up with it, I don't even have wings when I came out this time, you, you don't kill me."
No one responded to him.
The little monster summoned the courage and continued to mutter: "I will take care of myself this time. Do you like the black-haired man? Don't worry, I have decided not to do anything to hurt him."
Without any response, the little monster said cautiously, "I'll take it as your promise?"
He turned his head and looked at the beautiful insect wings behind him, and was extremely confused: "It's strange, why do I have wings again? I'll do my best this time, can you... don't break the wings again?"
His expression was getting lower and lower: "When you broke your wings, I really hurt. You like that black-haired man, and I like my wings. You should understand my love for wings, right?"
The original grievance Baba's voice suddenly changed into a strange tone, "If you break my wings again this time, I will tear the black-haired man in half..."
"As much blood as the wings bleed, I will let the man bleed as much."
The little monster's voice was extremely light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping person, "You actually have weaknesses, then I don't need to be afraid of you this time~" The ending sound rose happily.
The little monster smiled innocently, and there was an inescapable malice in his blue eyes.
Although he felt pain all over his body every time he took a step, he couldn't stop feeling happy. The little monster reluctantly walked to the nutrient solution on the ground, picked up the nutrient solution and drank it.
After drinking the taste, the little monster smacked its lips strangely.
It shouldn't be, he seemed to have a sweet taste when he fell asleep. Sweet and greasy, why does it taste like white water now
The emptied nutrient solution was angrily thrown to the ground by the little monster, and the shards splashed all over the ground. When the originally puffed little monster saw the broken bottle, it smiled instead.
Before the smile completely faded, the door of the compartment opened, and a new staff member entered the door with a genetic potion, and the little monster carefully looked at the other's face.
Not black hair and black eyes.
Not someone Xi Guican likes.
I don't know if it's regret or relief. Since Xi Guican likes that person, he really wants to do something to that person. Is that person's blood extra sweet or meat extra tender? Why did Xi Guican fall in love with it
Ah, he was most afraid and hated Xi Guican the most. Just like Xi Guican hated him the most.
After Xi Guican broke off the insect wings, he was in so much pain that he cried for a long time, but Xi Guican didn't shed a single tear.
Unhappy thinking about it.
If he kills that person, will Xi Guican cry too? He would cry with snot and tears, just like he was crying and begging the other party, would Xi Guican be crying and begging him
The sharp claws emerged and submerged into the ground. The little monster was so excited by this idea that his whole body trembled slightly, and the little claws that had been blessed by the power of the insect wings left deep scratches on the ground.
No, you can't do that, Xi Guican will wake up.
After the staff saw the glass fragments on the ground, he glanced angrily at the little monster who increased his workload, "Is this the so-called high-end goods? I thought how perfect it was."
It is a pity for the staff to take the valuable genetic medicine in their hands, but they still follow the instructions to inject into the body of No. 20.
The effect of genetic medicine is fast. One injection can shorten the natural development time of the body by one year. The side effects are overdraft of life and extreme pain.
The needle was pierced into the flesh, and the purple genetic medicine was slowly pushed into the body, icy cold like a poisonous snake, jumping all the way from the claws to the shoulders, and the coolness froze the body.
The little monster narrowed his eyes and stared at the potion. He tried his best to stretch out his pliers in his mind and grabbed the scattered fragments in the sea of chaotic memories.
He seems to have been injected with this medicine many years ago.
He raised his head, his little head looked left and right, the more he looked, the more familiar this small room became.
Isn't Xi Guican very rich and powerful? Why did you bring him back to this little broken house again
The medicinal liquid turned from cold to scorching in memory, and the pain cut through the skin. The little monster, which was already painful enough, was in an even more painful situation at this moment.
Dark red vertical pupils appeared in a blue shadow, and the little monster who liked to express his anger the most, looked directly at the unobserved staff.
"This person is bullying me." The little monster whispered to the sleeping Xi Guican in his heart, "I'm so scared. In order to protect myself, I have to drive him away."
"So it's not my fault." The tip of the tongue licked the sharp tiger teeth.
"Ow." The short tiger bark was full of pain.
The little monster slumped to the ground pretending to be weak, his limbs trembling convulsively, and his acting skills could be as real as the real ones. When the staff who squatted down to check the situation of the little monster covered the monitor, a little dark red appeared in the center of the blue eyes, like a drop of blood splashed on the water, and the blood red spread quickly.
The red blood streaks around the whites of the eyes, making these eyes as enchanting as blood entwined onyx.
The moment he met the pupils, the staff's eyes lost focus. He moved stiffly like a marionette, walked towards the broken glass on the ground with a dull expression, and picked up the glass shards with his hands.
He held the sharp shard tightly in his palm, as if he could not feel any pain at all. When the shard cut through the wound and stuck into the phalanx, sticky blood dripped from the fingertips, and the staff still had a dull and blank expression.
The little monster sniffed, and kept his head nitpicky.
The staff member took all the broken glass with blood on his hands and staggered out of the room. When he was about to step out of the threshold, his ankle seemed to be twisted, and the whole person suddenly fell down. The glass fragments on the palm of his hand were scattered on the ground. There was a triangular fragment standing on the ground, aiming at the falling straight down. body, plunged into the fragile throat.
Warm blood gurgled out, and a moist blood flower bloomed on the gray-white ground.
From beginning to end, the little monster lay innocently and weakly in the cotton nest, looking at the staff member timidly. Like a curious and frightened cub, he shivered and approached the corpse, and stretched out his small paw to tentatively pat the other's back—
That's all the surveillance cameras caught.
Scorpion said coldly, "This accidental death is full of weirdness."
"Why did the worm wings on his body suddenly shrink? The nutrients of the worm wings were completely drained. For things like worm wings, even if the host dies, it can live well."
The drug-seeking rat sat on the robotic arm, took a sip of the hot milk tea, and said, "You should find Zhu Yeqing for this matter. I specialize in the arts, and I am only responsible for the spiritual consciousness."
"Looking for him?" Scorpion rolled his eyes, "I don't want to have an extra pair of worm wings on my body."
After taking another sip of milk tea, the drug-seeking rat let out a satisfied sigh, "If you don't want to, who can force you." A small wheel emerged from the base of the robotic arm. He looked back at the little white tiger that was frozen on the monitor screen.
He said to the scorpion: "Sometimes I feel that I am alive, it is a sin."