“1,2,3, we are all wooden people, and no one can move…”

"1,2,3.`Marazai is a good boy and very obedient. Uncle He said he can't move, I can't move..."

The light shines in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, laying like gold bricks, making the whole room full of soft gold. The sun is about to set the mountain, and the cartoon is played over and over again. With the same main theme, good people always defeat bad people and save the world.

Those old animations, those Sailor Moon who can save the world, transformed gorgeously in the moonlight, grew up with one child after another, and finally forgot the fantasy of saving the world and becoming a big hero that he had done as a child.

She sat obediently in front of the sand, her big amber-like eyes a little sour, but she just tried hard to open her eyes wide and looked at the cartoon in front of her. The long eyelashes were like dew stained with butterfly wings, which were dry and wet, wet and dry. Two clear tears were hanging on her delicate little face.

I burst into tears and didn't dare to wipe it because they were playing games.

She thought obediently, without looking back, and maintained the promised position of them. She sat until dusk. The sunset was setting and the moonlight came. She still did not move. Her little body felt a little numb and painful, but she did not hear the end of the game, so she still tried hard to be strong.

Even after the sun sets, even if there is moonlight in the room without turning on the lights, it is terrible dark, she is still strong and stubborn.

Until someone turned on the light and walked up to her with familiar footsteps, she raised her head and asked almost eagerly: "Is the game over?"

The man who turned on the light looked at her gently, stretched out his hand, held her in his arms, and whispered: "You are so late and haven't come back. I'll pick you up."

"I'm playing the game of Wood Man with Uncle He and my elder brother...???`c?o?m Mustard is very well-behaved and has never moved. I must have won."

She raised her little face and looked at the man with tears on her face so clear, but she still pretended to be nothing.

"Well, mustard is the most obedient. Can you eat the cake first? I will scold you Uncle He, and it's all his fault, so that the mustard cake is not enough to be eaten."

The man put her down, rubbed her softly like jade, and smiled gently.

She thought about it, nodded, and ate the cake well-behavedly. The mustard-flavored cake like her name was very strong and ordinary people would never tolerate it, but for her, it was the only fun left.

He watched her eat the cake, raised his head, remained silent for a moment, and slowly walked towards the study. Before opening the door, he turned around and saw her eating the cake with her head down and not turning back. Then he opened the door slightly, walked in and closed the door. Everything in front of him did not surprise him too much.

Before Mustard came back as usual, he had a more or less premonition in his heart. Looking at He Guangming, who was sitting at the desk, as if he was sleeping, holding the yellowed old photo in his hand, he sighed, took out the cigarette box, lit one, and lit another three, standing in front of He Guangming.

He didn't speak, just smoked silently, and the smoke was shining. In the room where there was no light on, only the cigarette butts flashed.

"After so many years, I forgot to ask you if you regretted it at the beginning. But judging from your appearance, you probably don't regret it."

He sucked the cigarette in big mouthfuls until he burned the cigarette butts, and then he let out a long sip of smoke and threw away the cigarette. He looked at He Guangming who had lost in front of him, "Look at how you are now. The person who came to judge us should be pretty good. w?ww.`I thought you would be cut and six holes, and your bones were crushed and ashes."

"Didn't you say it often before? We can only die like that."

"But it seems you are wrong. Although you don't know what kind of person that person is, it seems good to be able to die like this."

"It can make you die with confidence. It seems that you have chosen the right person. Can you entrust it to me? I really want to see him, so I'm looking forward to it."

He talked in a lingering manner, not like him before, he was not so talkative.

"Uncle Chen and Uncle He, are you just asleep? He is still playing games with me, right? 1, 2, 3, don't move, we are all..."

A tender voice sounded behind his back. He turned his head and watched Mustard walk in timidly with the doll in his arms, tilted his little face, and his clear and bright eyes were filled with green like a lake.

"mustard."

He yelled softly, stretched out his hand to cover the little girl's eyes.

But his hand had just reached out, even with his powerful strength, he could have taken action as fast as lightning, but the little girl was avoided. The little girl named Mustard stood in front of He Guangming's body like a ghost, stretched out her hand and gently covered He Guangming's eyes, slowly turned her head, and her eyes had completely turned green, as pure as green jade.

"Mustard. Calm down..."

The man's face changed slightly and he shouted quickly.

"He is dead."

The green mustard's green head suddenly had no wind and flew up, growing in the naked eye, flying in the study, the green length cuts the air like a horse, bringing out the loud sound of the wind, she slowly floats up in the air, her eyes as deep as green jade, "Maraz, this stupid guy, is dead because of her weakness!"

"Ye."

The man sighed, spread his palms open, and the sword light sucked and spitted, and the pressure belonging to the Sword Saint suddenly arose, "Be good, be obedient."

"Uncle Chen, are you going to attack me? I'm not as weak as that guy mustard. We are not wrong, why should we live like a mouse?"

She seemed to have changed in an instant. Although she was still the kind of a well-behaved little girl, her green and jade-like eyes were deep and filled with endless majesty, like the master of this world, looking down at him coldly, "You are the same, you are all too weak. Even if I have given you great power, you are still as weak as before."

"He is like this, you are like this, and each of you is the same."

"This shouldn't be the prey of the weak. Isn't this the instinct of life? Why should we be afraid and why should we be bound by morality? We are the darlings of this universe, the combination of the greatest life genes, and we are the masters of this universe. As for the rest, it's just food."

"Enough. Yi, don't be controlled by the violence in your heart. You know that's not what you want."

His eyes also flashed with a green luster, and his voice became cold and empty without any emotion.

"I want to kill them all. We should not be bound by the morality of food. We are the masters of this world, we..."

Swish swish swish swish!

The sword light rolled in his hand and suddenly fell. She was fearless and expressionless. She took a step. Her whole body instantly changed like a dragon. The extremely beautiful white dragon and silver-white body were like a work of art, entrenched in the study. The terrible pressure made the windows break instantly and the strong wind blew.

His eyes changed, and the sword light in his hand sucked and spitted through the air. The gorgeous sword light shattered like a galaxy. The white dragon that seemed to dominate the world changed again, turning into bears, wolves, and bats, moving around in a small space without any sword light.

"Enough, Yi. This is not what he wants to see."

The man suddenly withdrew the sword, letting the little black bat pass through the sword light, and roared, turning into a bloody elf and biting it on his neck.

The blood bloomed, and the sweetness made the green in her eyes brighter, but he didn't move, just sighed and reached out to caress her.

Her blood-sucking action paused instantly, raised her head silently, with blood remaining at the corner of her mouth, and then suddenly she cried, "Why, why? We want to become such a monster. Yi is not a monster, I don't want to be a monster."

She cried, and when she saw the blood in the corner of her mouth in the broken glass, she became even more scared. She fled from his arms, curled up in the dark corner, and cried in a low voice.

"Yi. Guai, how could Yi be a monster? Yi is a very cute child. We all like you very much."

He sighed, walked over and gently stroked her, "Don't be afraid, we are all the same. Yi, just sick. We are all sick."

"It's different! Yi is a monster, you can't deceive me! I know, I'm a monster. I'm not a cute child, I, I'm just a monster."

She cried helplessly, tears wet her, her eyes, her face.

He comforted him over and over again until she fell asleep in his arms that he gently wiped off the blood from the corners of her lips and looked at the darkness outside, where could he find light in this dark world.

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