The tiger's back has been sitting for a long time, and He Ruge feels that the hair on the little monster's back will be heated by sitting on his own. The little monster grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even through the thick fur and strong muscles, He Ruge could feel the movement of the bones growing.
It sounds painful, the pain of the muscle being torn.
Even if he knew that the little monster couldn't feel the pain after using the pain reducer, He Ruge still couldn't help feeling distressed at this moment. "Miaomiao really doesn't hurt?"
The little monster turned his head, and the bigger pie face appeared in front of He Ruge, "He Ruge, touch me." When he was coquettish, his tone was like a hard rock, even the name of He Ruge It's all three characters with a name and a surname.
The blue eyes only reflected the figure of He Ruge, the little monster said the most distressing words with an expressionless stinky face and an unwavering tone: "If you touch me, the left chest will not hurt. "
The little monster bowed his head to the young man on his back, and even though the young man's hand covered the word "king" on his forehead, he was not at all dissatisfied. He pulled his fangs away meekly, and said in a low voice, almost pleading, "Can you not go tonight?"
He Ruge paused as he touched his head, "As soon as I think of you leaving, the place on my left chest hurts a lot."
It turned out... was it because he was going to leave and was uncomfortable
He Ruge hugged the big head of the little monster, and just as he was about to agree, the "anti-addiction mechanism" of the holographic game appeared in his mind.
Counting the time, his game time seems to be running out today? !
This spicy chicken game is preventing him from raising cubs. When the little monster is so fragile and helpless and needs someone to accompany him, what "anti-addiction" does he need? Players should be encouraged to drown little monsters with love!
He Ruge felt uneasy when he would be ejected by the game, he really wanted to agree to the little monster, but the actual situation did not allow it. The witty He Ruge turned on the brainstorming mode, and the small light bulb flashed. Although the holographic game has an anti-addiction mechanism, the ordinary game version does not.
Although there is no interaction of late-night whispers, it is also very fulfilling to touch the head and back of the little monster all the time, and put the little monster to sleep!
He wants to seize the time when he can finally talk to the little monster, say everything he wants to say in one breath, and then hang up the game on the computer and hang up to sleep with the little monster all night.
You can't sit on the back of the little monster while sleeping. When He Ruge got off the back of the little monster, the little monster thought that He Ruge was leaving again, and his eyes dimmed instantly.
However, when he realized that the person in front of him had just changed positions, sat beside him and held his paw, and said with a smile, those blue eyes lit up again, as if the darkening and brightening switches were all turned off. In the hands of He Ruge.
He Ruge rubbed the little monster's big head, "When does Miaomiao feel sleepy?"
"I don't know." Occasionally sleepy, but will soon be sore.
It seems that the little monster is very energetic, He Ruge once again rubbed a big head with an excellent handle, resisted the urge to smash the tiger's ears, and thought about how parents can put their children to sleep.
Because he is an orphan and has no practical experience, the methods he can think of to coax the child are very simple, such as singing and telling bedtime stories.
I have sung a song last time, so let’s tell a story this time. It must be a fairy tale for children. He Ruge recalled that when he was named before, the little monster was not confident in himself, and he was determined to cultivate the self-confidence of the little monster. Let's start with a bedtime story—
"Miaomiao close your eyes, I'll tell you a fairy tale." The blue eyes closed, and the snow-white eyelashes seemed to have a layer of fine snow.
He Ruge gently touched the little monster's head, "Once upon a time, there was a swan egg hatched by a mother duck. Because of its unusual appearance, everyone laughed at it as an ugly duckling."
"It was beaten and scolded, ostracized, ridiculed, and everyone bullied it..." He Ruge whispered while stroking the little monster.
He didn't notice that the blue eyes under his palm were slightly startled, and the monster could hear it.
Legend has it that the voice of the mermaid can deceive people. When the heart is full of sincere emotions, the true feelings can be soaked into the sound, making the listeners immersive.
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Once upon a time there was a cub, he was a little white tiger.
He was taken to Xinghai Orphanage, trained, beaten and scolded, and everyone bullied him.
Little White Tiger lived a very painful life, because he was loved and loved by no one.
On that day of brainwashing, he awakened the monster within him. The little white tiger who turned into a real monster killed everyone who had bullied him.
The little monster always doesn't listen to the little white tiger's command and does a lot of wrong things, so the little white tiger when he grows up breaks the little monster's wings. After the little monster was injured, the big white tiger was also seriously injured. Someone cheated behind the big white tiger and hurt the big white tiger.
Both the big white tiger and the little monster are weak.
Because the trouble is not resolved, those people need the big white tiger, so they try to treat the big white tiger, but the big white tiger is too badly injured... It can't be cured anymore.
The little monster fell into the memories of the past, the lingering and dense pain, like layers of vines wrapped around him, the airtight darkness, just like the dark days of the past.
He returned to the day he was awakened, a helpless cub crying helplessly in the brainwashing room, and finally burst into tears. Vertical pupils appear faintly.
The red light in his eyes flickered in the darkness.
The heartbeat came from the left chest, thump, thump, thump… confused with the original heartbeat.
Cold eyes, filled with malicious smile.
"I'm going to kill them~"
Reason was dismembered bit by bit, and when maliciousness was about to break through the final cage, a gentle touch landed on the top of his head, such a familiar force, cautiously, as if treating a treasure.
The little monster resists the touch of others, but does not reject it, and even likes the physical contact of this person.
A nostalgic tenderness.
The young man lowered his eyes, his black pupils were like lake water with a layer of fog, his movements were gentle, and his tone was soft, which always made the little monster feel that this person was talking sweetly.
Really sweet talk.
There was a slight smile on the man's face, but in fact, he was very good-looking without smiling, and when he smiled, he almost fascinated people's eyes.
"The ugly duckling saw the swan spread its wings from the cold area to the unfrozen lake. The swan is so beautiful, the ugly duckling was stunned."
"When spring came, it flew up to the lake and saw its own reflection. But it was no longer a stout, ugly and nasty duck, but - a swan!"
"The youngest and most beautiful swan!"
The little monster felt that it was inevitable that he had fallen into a trance like hypnotism. Those seas of mental consciousness that had been churning because of pain, now feel peaceful because of joy.
The person in front of him seems to have a magic power that can easily control his emotions.
How to sing. How to sing.
He recited this name in his heart, and the unnamed joy spread in his heart, flowing little by little, leaving hidden traces of ravines in his heart.
Do you want me to be a swan
But I'm not the ugly duckling in your story, I've never been a swan egg, just a little monster, so I won't go from monster to swan no matter what.
The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, the little monster is nostalgic for the stroking on his head, and refuses to fall asleep, but every time he is by He Ruge's side, he will easily become sleepy.
The frequency of blinking became slower, and the blue eyes so sleepy that they couldn't open their eyes looked at the person in front of him.
Although, I am not a swan, but you are the swan that flew over the wasteland of my soul, the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life.
Makes me want, want, fly to you with my whole life.
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After coaxing the little monster to sleep, He Ruge hung the game on the computer, and then lay down to sleep. Before sleeping alone, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but tonight I felt that the bed was extraordinarily empty, and no matter how I covered it, it wouldn't be hot.
… If only I could sleep with the big cat.
It is better that the big cat is bigger than the bed, so that he can put his feet against his soft belly and sleep with his face buried in the warm fur.
He Ruge pulled the quilt over his head, pretending it was the belly of a big cat, and fell asleep beautifully.
The next morning, I logged into the game again, and after feeding the little monster with nutrient solution, He Ruge went to room B6. The ferret was making milk powder, so He Ruge hurried up to help.
Making milk powder is a very simple matter. Thinking that the cubs will be able to drink the milk that he made with his own hands, He Ruge is very busy. Although this batch of cubs is not the first batch of cubs, it may be that No. 1 is a small milk dog. Even if the previous No. 1 has yellow skin, now No. 1 has black skin, and also has black eyes like black grapes. Let He Ruge produce a kind of…
He's really changing all the good misconceptions.
After soaking the milk powder, Huang Wease didn't stand outside the door this time to take care of the wind. He leaned against the wall of the room with his arms folded and stared at the ground without looking at He Ruge's eyes, "I want to know how you saved him. experimental."
Because Huang Wee knew how He Ruge blocked the monitor in the room, he didn't have to worry that his current voice violated the regulations of the Frost Plan.
He Ruge has no hobby of embarrassing songs in public, and he doesn't want to expose his golden fingers at will, "You don't need to know."
Huang Wee tilted his head, looked at the ground and said to himself, "I thought it would take a long time for you to use the opportunity to participate in the ice experiment three times. I didn't expect to use it twice now."
"When are you going to come over for the third time?" Huang Wee asked softly with his yellow-brown eyes finally looking at He Ruge.
The demon pattern on the leg suddenly heated up, just like it warned against natural enemies.
Why warn
Is there any danger here
The sudden unease enveloped my heart, and it was difficult to describe this feeling. This kind of fear was somewhat similar to the feeling of facing the little monster that grew up last night, but it was different.
The source of the fear last night could be found. He Ruge knew that Yaowen was warning the White Tiger, who was a natural enemy, but at this moment, this fear was an alarm for unknown dangers.
It seems that an invisible hand is holding He Ruge's heart, making He Ruge almost breathless.
The holographic game has both advantages and disadvantages. When the original game reaches a critical moment, the AB option will definitely appear, which can not only remind He Ruge to pay attention to the archive, but also list options for He Ruge's reference.
And the holographic game has nothing, and a high degree of freedom also means the risk of losing control.
He Ruge used to not believe in intuition, which is hanging and hanging, but out of metaphysical trust in the koi demon pattern, He Ruge used his last chance to save at this moment.
[Whether to archive]
[Yes]
[no]
[Archive success]
With the archive, there is confidence, He Ruge said to Huang Wease: "I don't know, but our previous agreement doesn't seem to be detailed about the time of participation, right? It doesn't matter when I come."
Weasel raised the corner of his mouth stiffly, "That's right." After he finished speaking, he walked out of the room and closed the door, without asking the question of "How He Ruge saves the experimental subject".
He Ruge stood there and stared at the door for a long time, maybe because he thought too much, there was no danger, but the moment he chose to save the file, the temperature of the demon pattern, which was desperately hot, suddenly dropped.
what is the problem? Forget it, it's archived. It doesn't matter if you are in danger.
He Ruge finished singing to the cubs with a heavy heart. After walking out of room B6, he turned around and glanced at the weasel at the end of the corridor.
Weasel stood in the dark, without a trace of light all over his body. Weasel, who had not recovered his memory before, would occasionally show a mocking smile or grin in the Frost Project, and his smile was so airy that he didn't look like a good person.
However, it seems that Huang Weasel has never laughed since his memory was awakened.