Devil

The other little monsters were "sleeping", and only the black eggs walked forward.

No, there are still flaws.

A very strange scene, at least people who saw this scene should feel inexplicable, but the little monsters in which they are even part of the atmosphere of terror are not afraid. He continues to hold while talking with him. "Bugs" on the ground.

"Hey, how many bugs have we caught?" The little monster threw the newly caught worm into the mouth and asked him.

"Oh." The egg's sticking out of the tongue rolled the insect into the stomach, and the cockroach snorted.

The standard comet, but the black egg seems to understand.

"Well, let's catch some more, you will praise us!" The little monster is more motivated.

The vegetable field in the house was turned over and over by ten chickens every day. There were very few insects. It was like here, the roadside was full of insects and insects walking.

As if it were responsive, he snorted again.

However, just after the little monster found a figure of a worm, when he tried to capture it, he suddenly found the worm crawling into the ground.

This is a very common thing for children who play and catch insects in their own food fields every day. Whenever this happens, he only needs to take out the small shovel that Aye gave him, and dig the soil and put It’s okay to get worms out!

Unfortunately, this time he did not bring him his beloved shovel.

There is no way, the little monster has to take off his gloves and roll up his sleeves. He is ready to "graze" himself.

He stretched the two small claws together, but the feeling of touching the fingers was not soft soil, but moist...

The little monster was holding his claws up and sniffing:

A stench came out!

"Yeah!" The little monster fell backwards. He almost fell on his ass, so he jumped out bravely and held his back against his head.

"Thank you, thank you." The little monster has not forgotten the thank you.

He was just around the corner. He was kneeling on the ground and surrounded the place where he had just dug. The black egg once again took out the flashlight that had been placed before, opened the switch, and turned the light source up...

"Wow!" The mouth of the little monster became an "o" type.

God! Below, the "floor" he has been stepping on is actually not a floor, but also a piece of flesh! Still rotten flesh!

Exudes a real stench, the piece of flesh and blood in front of the little monster is a broken pustule, just the worm is drilled down the hole to the flesh and blood, by the faint light, the worm's creeping body is faintly visible. .

The body of the worm and the blood vessels are almost the same thickness. When the light is insufficient, their colors are similar. Seeing that the worm crawls through the blood vessels and flesh and blood, the little monsters are stunned.

"It must be very painful." Unexpectedly, the first reaction of the little monster is this.

So, next, he took out his little claws more carefully, and spent a lot of hard work, and together with the cockroaches, grabbed the insect that was drilling deeper.

The worm body, a large piece of flesh with a pus-blood bounced out, and the warm liquid drenched the little monster with a head.

The little magic that always loves to clean is just licking the **** and throwing the worm to the cockroach. He takes a handkerchief from the bag and covers the handkerchief on the wound.

Occasionally, when he was injured, Grandpa did it.

Then the black egg will blow the cockroach.

But the fingers are very thin, and the handkerchief can be wound a few times. This wound is so big that it barely covers it.

I haven't dealt with more complicated wounds, and I don't know that the little monsters with the presence of the tape are caught.

After thinking about it, he squatted on the ground, pressed his body lower, and whipped his mouth and blew his blow to the wound under his hand.

"No pain! No pain!"

Trying to blow a few more, the little monster continues to walk forward with the shackles.

Along the way they handled several similar wounds, and all the washing clothes they had prepared for him were used. In the end, the black egg bag was almost empty, and there was only one of the most beautiful handcuffs left.

Well, the order of the black egg opponents is from old to new, and of course it will be adjusted according to the size of the wound.

Carrying a small bag, with a beggar jumping behind him, the little monster walked in the direction of the light.

Go and go~

The material of the floor has changed.

Long, thick, and a lot of sticky water and...

Blood?

The little monster looked up and saw a lot of white decorations in the "ceiling" position.

The lamp is like the big tooth of Aye--the little devil thinks like this, then he goes out like this.

The "floor" changed again and turned into furry.

The black egg struggled on the "grass", and then, when he occasionally returned to God, he finally saw the little demon from where he came from and was completely shocked.

Behind me is a great Warcraft!

Spicy eyes! Spicy big teeth! Spicy big ears!

And he just got out of the big mouth of the other party! ! !

The little demon looked at him with a stunned look, only to find that he was standing in front of the other's mouth, and the wet "grass" was the beard in front of the other's mouth.

The little monster stayed in the same place and did not dare to move. He stood in front of the mouth of the great abyss of Warcraft. His figure was so small, the shortest teeth of the other side were higher than him, and the same glass had no feelings. When I was on the top, the little monster first smashed, but then I looked at the other party more seriously.

"Are you tied?" The little monster quickly noticed the cold metal on the neck of the huge Warcraft.

The huge metal ring is bent into a u-shape, the arc-shaped part is stuck to the neck of the magic object, and the place where the two ends are open is inserted into the ground. In this way, the Warcraft is forced to stick to the ground and tightly on the ground.

The same is true of the limbs.

The ground here has not been polished, and the bumps are very uneven. There is a sharp stone thorn under the left paw of Warcraft. When forced to squat there, the stone thorn passes through the left paw of Warcraft, and the hole is worn there.

It is no longer bleeding, a huge wound in a black hole with a stone thorn with black blood in the middle.

The little monster ran again.

That Warcraft didn't care for him, his empty eyes stared at him, and he was dying.

There were blood, flesh, ribbons, and pieces of clothing scattered around.

That Warcraft didn't look at those, and the little monster didn't seem to notice it.

He just slammed and ran to the left paw of Warcraft. He made the effort to drink neinei and tried to grab the piece of metal. Obviously, he failed.

Then he ran to the neck of Warcraft to pick up the metal plaque there.

Still failing.

The little monster finally ran back to the side of the huge World of Warcraft.

"Can't get it."

Huge drops of water suddenly appeared in the eyes of the big Warcraft hollow, the water drops on the ground, splashing flying small rocks nearby.

The little monster was stunned.

"Very... is it painful?" He couldn't help but take a few steps toward the big monster.

The huge mouth opened and a sad scream came out from there.

It’s hard to feel sad.

It was not a complete sorrow, but it was more like a small World of Warcraft complaining about its infinite grievances.

"Are you also a child? Are you lost?"

As if I understood the other person's words, the little monster stood for a while, and finally, he turned and took his last handkerchief from the bag.

Struggling to climb between the big nose and the eyes, he used the handkerchief to wipe the tears for each other.

He was there, running around between the left and right eyes of Warcraft, and always rubbing hard until the other big eyes closed.

The low roar - uploaded from the body of Warcraft under him.

Then, the little monster saw a very incredible sight:

The surrounding air seemed to burn, the air was twisted, and the underworld of Warcraft trembled fiercely. The little monster first thought that this is the Warcraft is trying to break free from the "metal circle", but -

Shrinking on the nose of the huge Warcraft, the black egg is afraid.

He whispered in his heart, two small claws clutching the hair of Warcraft's nose, and he looked nervously at the distorted air.

The white light burst open in front of his eyes!

Then, the black egg can't see anything.

He was taken to the air.

However, it will not fall. He is suspended in midair and there are other small monsters around.

He can't see it, but he feels it.

The wonderful liquid wrapped him, he felt very comfortable. Just like in the aunt’s beard, it’s like a sly embrace, um~

It’s more like a shampoo in the hot spring pool in the backyard!

Black eggs are dizzy.

He did not know that the adjective that is most suitable for this feeling should be "in the amniotic fluid."

A few small monsters were wrapped in liquefied power, but the expressions of others were not as comfortable as him. The expressions of the little monsters wrapped in the "power group" seemed to be different degrees of pain.

The most painful thing is the little magic that is wrapped in the middle.

Unlike other little monsters, the "power group" that wraps him is black with a scarlet pattern on it.

In addition, the force that wraps him is also the biggest.

All the voices of the outside world were blocked from the shackles of the force, and the little monsters wrapped in them were caught in a white world.

Black eggs are no exception. He feels that his body is hot, just like he is giving him a massage in the hot spring water.

Very comfortable.

Then he suddenly heard a huge snoring.

It is the embarrassment of the big Warcraft.

Through the "茧", the black egg seems to see a huge Warcraft outside staring at himself.

It slammed into his arms.

"Yeah? Are you finally getting rid of it?" When he was about to fall asleep, the black egg still stretched out his small claws to touch each other.

"When I go home this time, I will never lose my family!"

The thin claws caught the warm scales of the other, then -

The black egg saw that the magic object did not return, and flew away from his own arms.

***

"This is still a very young abyss of Warcraft. It has been used as a petri dish since it was captured. It has been used too many times. It is not very useful for us."

"Fortunately, the adults took the initiative and made up for the defects of the vessels by means of blood sacrifices. The little master was born innocently."

"You see how healthy the little owner is! He is hungry!"

"Ah! Little master, I will prepare food for you! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

Scattered sentences floated into the ears, and the 100-day feast ended in abrupt beasts.

Of course, the guests got the explanation: Mr. Trude drew all the abyss beasts.

There is no such a deep beast in the "Abyss", only a few small monsters lying on the ground.

Trude's secretary ran over and picked up the little monster in the middle. The little monster was covered with **** magic lines. The air around him was stirring. At first glance, the magic was full of shocking air.

With a loving love of taking care of his own little monster, Mr. Trude smiled and announced: "This is my eldest son. I am very glad that everyone came to attend his 100th banquet."

This is the eldest son in the arms, and all the children before will not be counted.

For the monsters, this is not a very unusual thing.

Parents rushed to claim their own little monsters, and each little monster had a little change compared to before entering.

Uh... This does not seem to include the little devil of Mr. Felzaha’s house.

This little monster is still thin and thin, and it is very short, and it looks like there is no difference before coming in.

Nor does it include the little magic of Mr. Lu Lin’s family.

At the moment of picking up his own little monster, Lu Lin himself was shocked first, and other guests who saw the little monster now look stunned:

There are more people on the body of Mr. Rudd’s son! The surrounding air has almost turned into a burning flame! The little devil saw a precious "gift" in this banquet.

It’s not so much that Mr. Bitrud’s son got more...

Of course, this is not to be said in a bright future.

Didn’t you see Mr. Trude’s look at Mr. Lulin’s eyes is already very cloudy?

"Send customers." With the words of Mr. Trude, the waiters began to drop off in an orderly manner.

Mr. Lu Lin hurriedly left with his own little magic.

Mr. Felzaha was among the other guests and left after receiving the gift from Mr. Trude’s secretary.

The little magic of his family soon woke up, and when he woke up, he also knew that he was looking for an adult to drink water.

"After getting in the car, let Rolla give you water." He calmed down his little monster, the black-haired monster and the host's polite chilling a few words before getting on the bus.

Laura has prepared quite a lot of food in the car. This kind of occasion is generally not good. Adults can say that the little monster can't be hungry.

At the request of Mr., Laura cooked noodles for black eggs.

Still noodle soup.

I used a small fork to stir the noodles myself, snorted and ate a small bowl, and after I had a bowl of noodle soup, the black egg finally said that she was full.

Then -

When the small window of the front compartment closed and Lara's face disappeared, he secretly poked the palm of the black magical object.

"How?" The black-haired monster looked down slightly and looked at the little monster below.

The little monster opened his small claw on his left.

A blue stone was lying on the little palm of your hand.

The eyes of the black-haired monster flashed slightly, and took the stone and looked at it. He put the stone back into the palm of the little monster:

"This is the heart of Warcraft, it can also be called the nuclear. When this happens, the Warcraft can already be called a monster."

"This is the most precious thing in a monster. You have to save it."

The little monster nodded, then tightened the small fist again.