The two new rare items made He Ruge vaguely smell the smell of overthrowing the big boss. He put away "Who is the Murderer" and used the "Upgrade Assistant of the Archiver" to upgrade his last save point.
He still has one last chance to archive, which can be archived at any time and anywhere. The only drawback is that it takes a long time to read the archives.
He Ruge thought about it. He was going to learn 300 nursery rhymes today, and he would find a chance to sing it to the cubs of the Cold Bing Project. According to Ruan Ruan, after he hummed a few words, it actually had an effect. . If he sang three times to each experimental subject, it should be able to improve the survival rate of the experimental subject.
After thinking about what to do in the Frost Project three times, He Ruge bought a fruit candy and planned to feed the little monster.
You can't stop trolling because of physical fear.
Although the little monster grows so big, it can already be said to be a "big monster", but his temperament is still like a child, He Ruge simply always calls him a little monster, no matter how big the little monster grows, in He Ruge's heart is a bear To the fresh and refined little broken child.
He pushed open the door of room 104, and saw the little monster lying on the bedding. The new quilt that was just delivered yesterday was almost unable to hold the little monster. The whip-like tiger tail must be attached to the buttocks, so as not to exceed the scope of the quilt.
The silver-white worm wings hung down on the ground. When the little monster saw He Ruge, the worm wings shook slightly unconsciously, and the amplitude of the vibration of the wing tips was like the joy of the heart.
He Ruge took a few steps against the wall. Under the gaze of the tiger's eyes like a copper bell, he tried his best to maintain his composure and sat down half a meter away from the little monster. He Ruge had never felt that his sitting posture was so upright, his back was straight, and his shoulders worked so hard that he almost stretched out his collarbone.
"We don't seem to have introduced each other yet. My name is He Ruge, what's your name?" He Ruge asked. Since the little white tiger is called Xi Guican, the little monster must have a name.
It doesn't matter if he calls the little monster "little monster" in his heart. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if he blurted out "little monster" while chatting. After all, "little monster" is not such a nice name for cuteness, it always feels a little demeaning and disrespectful.
No one wants to be called a "monster" by others.
The little monster's big head rested on the two sharp claws, and the blue eyes looked up at He Ruge. From this angle, there was a trace of innocence in the fierceness of the eyes. He was silent for a while, then said uncertainly, "I don't seem to have a name."
no name
How come there is no name? Did you forget your name? But the little monster wasn't brainwashed, so he shouldn't forget his name.
"Is something like a name important?" The voice of the boy in the voice-changing period was low and hoarse.
"Of course it's very important. Well, if you don't know my name, how are you going to let me turn around and find you in the crowd?" He Ruge didn't explain the deeper meaning. Simple use: "If you can't find me, just call my name, and if I hear it, I will definitely respond to you. Do you say the name is important?"
The little monster hummed thoughtfully, "Then get me one."
"what?"
In He Ruge's stunned eyes, the little monster said seriously: "Since the name is very important, then you can get me one."
"I don't have this right. The name is very important. I'm not your parents, nor your teacher. How can I name you?"
The little monster replied, "But I don't have parents, let alone teachers."
"Then choose it yourself, I chose my name myself." He Ruge didn't want to name the little monster. He always thought that naming a name was a matter of great significance. shirk responsibility.
The little monster shook his head and said softly, "But I'll mess with everything important. I'm stupid, and the name I came up with is definitely not good."
Such a big white tiger looks like a cub with its head bowed in the corner.
"Everyone will do wrong things, no one is born with everything. It doesn't matter if you do wrong things, you can change your mistakes. It doesn't matter if the name doesn't sound good, we can change a new name." He Ruge said in a gentle voice. .
However, the little monster is a model of being completely insensitive and acting deaf and dumb. A bad character cannot be corrected overnight. After listening to He Ruge's long speech, the little monster stubbornly said, "You can get it for me."
He Ruge: "… "
I really want to tug at the ears of this little broken boy and teach him a lesson.
He Ruge had to take a step back, "How about this, I'll give you a nickname."
The little monster tilted his head in confusion, "What is a nickname?"
"An informal name for a child. People close to you can call each other by a nickname. When you grow up, you can choose a big name yourself, okay?"
The little monster frowned and retorted: "But I'm not a child."
He Ruge: "… "
Baby do you think you are mature now
The little monster stared at his big claws and fell into contemplation. After a while, he compromised: "Okay, what's my nickname?"
noob? Dabai? Dog eggs? Fat tiger
No, these seem to be too distracting. In fact, He Ruge thinks "Little Bad Bad", "Ferocious", and "Bite" are all suitable for little monsters, but the nickname is better to take a moral, so it's better to call it "Miaomiao".
Sounds like Meow Meow, this nickname has a lot of water, which can bring down the fire of the little monster's temper.
"How is Miaomiao?"
The little monster meowed and asked in confusion what it meant.
"Three water characters form a Miao, you stretch out your claws, and I'll write it on your palm, okay?" He Ruge, who wanted to explain the meaning, saw the big fluffy claws, and immediately saw the meaning of "claw". , to get yourself a wave of tiger welfare.
The sharp claws retracted, and the little monster hesitated to pass his big claws to He Ruge. The strong and strong front claws were larger than He Ruge's two hands combined.
From this angle, the paws are like snow-capped mountains, and the lines from the front section to the arms are like the continuous ups and downs of the mountains. The snow-white thick fur is smooth and smooth, and at first glance, it looks like the thick hair of a fat and strong non-bald tiger.
It must feel good and slippery...
He Ruge turned the little monster's claws over with both hands, so that the pink pads were facing up, and the pads bigger than his palms were exposed in front of him. He Ruge's hands trembled slightly as he touched the claws. Poke the little monster's Q bullet's thick flesh pad, and look up to observe the little monster's reaction with a psychological shadow.
The little monster stared blankly at He Ruge, "Write it, I'm not itchy."
When the fingertips landed on the meat pad and wrote the first gesture, the little monster suddenly exhaled, and the long tiger whiskers trembled. , for fear that the little monster would bite him.
Seeing He Ruge's frightened reaction, the little monster closed his mouth sullenly, and was silent for a while before he said in a loud voice, "I'm not itchy, and I... won't bite you either."
He Ruge breathed a sigh of relief when he got the promise of the little monster, and his expression was a little embarrassed. In fact, he also felt that his reaction just now was both cowardly and hurtful. Hide and leave the only softness left to the person in front of you.
He would surely break the little monster's heart by doing so.
He Ruge felt very sorry when he thought of this possibility. He quietly glanced at the low-pressure little monster and decided to quickly make up for his mistake.
"Miaomiao." He Ruge softly called out the little monster's nickname, and under the ignorant gaze of the little monster, he gave a "kiss hand" to the pink meat pad.
The thumb is on the pad, and the pale pink lips are kissed on the fingers. However, from the perspective of the little monster, it seems that He Ruge is kissing his palm tenderly.
Maybe the kiss was too soft, lighter than a feather, softer than a gust of wind, and his pads were too rough to feel the tenderness, before the little monster had time to feel it , the person in front of him raised his eyebrows and smiled.
"Miaomiao~" he called with a smile.
The little monster stared blankly at He Ruge, its tiger ears trembling as if it were ticklish.
He seems to… somewhat understand the meaning of the name. It is indeed a very, very good thing to have a name that belongs to oneself, a name that can be called so gently by the person in front of him.
If time can be fixed at this moment, then there will be no more monsters in the world, only Miaomiao.
After He Ruge saw the little monster looking happy again, he felt relieved and wrote the word "Miao" stroke by stroke on the meat pad.
"Miaomiao, I hope you can be gentle like water." He Ruge explained.
The little monster stared at the palm of his hand, and the palm seemed to still have a tingling itch. He shook his tiger ears and said to He Ruge: "Then I will only be gentle with you, okay?"
Gentle big cat
He Ruge laughed and said, "Okay."
He seems to have found a little fun in raising little monsters. The cruel and cruel little monsters, the little monsters who are used to tearing the body of their prey with their claws, will only bow their heads to him, only touch his claws and belly, and only give him exclusive favors. To sum it up in one word -
Cool.
Although now I can only touch the claws and claws, and I don't even dare to touch the head at will, but He Ruge still feels that the mystery is happy. He restrained his paws and said to the little monster, "Let me sing a song to Miaomiao."
The little monster pricked up his ears in anticipation.
You can try the golden finger on the little monster, and He Ruge really wants to sing to the obedient little monster.
So what song to sing
Looking at the little monster's blue eyes like the sky, He Ruge suddenly remembered the night he took the little white tiger and the little rabbit to see the starry sky. The starry sky that evening was like a jewel box overturned on black velvet. The stars were dazzling and beautiful.
"Flickering and shining, the sky is full of small stars, hanging in the sky and shining brightly, like thousands of small eyes."
The little monster lay quietly on the mattress and listened to the singing of the person in front of him. He fixed his eyes on He Ruge's eyes that seemed to glow, as if a bright starry sky really appeared in his mind.
"The sun is slowly setting in the west, the crows come home in flocks, and the stars twinkle and twinkle until dawn."
Everyone turned into stars, whether it was the golden python, the little rabbit, the crow, or the experimental subjects who followed the crow, they flew to the starry sky and no longer had to endure the troubles of the world.
"Twinkle twinkle little stars, how I wonder where you are… "
All the pain fell into a deep sleep, this is the peace and comfort that the little monster has never felt, the blue eyes slowly closed, and he fell asleep quietly.