The huge whirlpool braid Gwenter's feet quickly sprouted and sprouted, extending countless thin vines as thin as silk.
The thin vines are like high-intelligent creatures, avoiding obstacles and crawling into the cage on the right side of the bedroom...
At this time, Brick slowly picked up the overturned pot underground and threw it into the huge snakeskin garbage bag with a clang.
Re-take out an old pot from the greasy and black cabinet, boil water, and put the strips below.
Suddenly, he heard a depressed and dull "Aowu" sound amid the sound of fire.
Like a puppy whimper.
After thinking for ten seconds, I realized that I would go to the cage to check out the litter of puppies born last month.
The rescue station has the best bloodline and the most beautiful fur color, and a new litter of puppies.
Every few months, I have a docile and high-yield pet shop that buys doggy pets and rush to book in advance. The money is one of the main sources of income for the relief station.
Brick lay on the edge of the cage, his ugly big nose, and his cloudy eyes slowly widened.
All seven puppies died.
The threads of sharp rattan were as thin as silk, passing through the throat, and the pink and tender tongue hung outside the white little fangs.
If every dog ​​hadn't had worn thin rattans that were as thick as fingers, Brick wouldn't have believed they were dead.
I thought that like usual, the puppies couldn't wake up from sleep.
The bright red blood flowed down the warm and fresh corpses of the dogs, and dripped under the cage through the thin cushion...
Brick's strawberry nose was covered with pits. The urn moved a few times, and his chest was undulating. Mumu turned around, squinted, locking tightly at the evil loli who was sitting on the debris box with elegant legs crossed his legs.
The anger is hot.
Gwent was proud and looked silence like "How are you going?"
After a moment of confrontation, Brick held the rough and scarred hands.
Muttering garbled:
"The doctor said... there is no order, so I can't kill her..."
"The doctor said... she can't kill her puppy even if she kills it..."
"The doctor said that he would make the puppy into a candle for her..."
Animal smell, salty and cheap feed smell, moldy smell, etc. are filled with all kinds of strange smells.
Only the bitch whimpered softly.
Brick let go of his fist, hooked his head, and returned to the greasy and dark kitchen to continue cooking noodles.
The cruel Gwenter divided seven branches and carried the corpses of seven puppies, and walked towards the warehouse like a 7 evil demon fox.
The warehouse and the house are separated by one, but it is a world of devoutness.
The warehouse of the animal rescue station is much larger than the rooms where you live and raise dogs.
The ceiling is high and the space is open.
There is no chaos, old and undulating debris.
In contrast, Brick's main house with bedroom/kitchen/dog cage/bathroom is not a warehouse, but better than a warehouse.
The warehouse is as bright as daytime, but there are no electric lights, furniture and appliances inside.
Only tall triangular shelves are neatly placed, like Christmas trees. The shelves are filled with candles of different sizes and shapes.
Thousands and tens of thousands of candles shine together, and the ignition lights are lit to form a bright tide like day.
The warehouse does not have any vents, but thousands of candles seem to burn without oxygen and produce smoke.
Only the illusory flames and light that are not like reality form a bright
Ordinary candles burn, and they will produce miscellaneous smoke, but in this huge warehouse, thousands of candles, strands of miscellaneous smoke, start from the wicks, and finally disappear from where they go...
Gwent controlled seven tail-like rattans, wearing dead puppies, and walked into her room--the warehouse was her room.
She likes to sit on a small open space in the middle of the room.
The rattans rustled and piled up the puppies in an inconspicuous corner of the warehouse.
There is a boiler there that can bake oil to make candles, and there is also a set of neatly placed surgical tools. If you look closely, most of the surgical tools are notched or bent, not as smooth as new as the scalpels in the operating room.
Gwent took back the rattan and sat cross-legged on the ground, trying to calm down his resentment.
Her two huge and arrogant whirlpool braids would take the initiative to avoid the burning candles in the house - they were transformed from trees and vines that seek profit and avoid harm, not real hair.
The most humane thing on her body was the skull of the Mayan descendants hunted in the Lotus Community, and the core of energy, the power of the Garden of Eden, was sank in the skull.
I don't know how long this skull can last.
Trees and rattans turn into bodies to protect this skull that fills the power of the Garden of Eden.
The power of wood is super energy, and can summon trees, flowers and plants, all plants in the world, regardless of life or death.
Can promote regeneration and mutation.
2,000 years ago, Arante had beautiful mountains and clear waters and green fields.
Wherever Gwent goes, he is full of vitality.
It's not like this chaotic world composed of steel and cement.
Chaotic energy field, strange magnetic field.
There are too many humans and they don’t come to worship regularly.
Now she is a little weaker and is only a little better than when she was in the plant state.
At the dawn at the intersection of early morning and morning, when humans sleep the most, she sneaked out to breathe and absorb the morning fog, but she didn't expect to meet a wandering person.
I wanted to hunt, but she felt a familiar breath in that man who was neither male nor female.
Common power.
But this power is not pure enough, and its energy is low, which is similar to the power of the Garden of Eden of the Sand Man, and the power of the Lower Eden.
Even so, Loli Gwenter can't beat them at this moment.
She let go of the energy cradles of the whole body and let the heat burning of the candle fill in.
The candles are actually made of transparent long glass cups.
The fuel inside, beige oil, has a high coagulation point, does not solidify all year round, and remains oily. A burn-resistant fiber cotton thread is fixed in the middle. As long as oil is added regularly, it will be bright and undyed.
But this is far from enough!
To restore strength, more and better-quality "candles" are needed.
Dead dogs don't work at all!
Gwent's inner resentment emerged again, hating the world and the current situation...
After dinner, Eric moved his slow body and opened the door of the warehouse with a grumble.
I saw Gwenter sitting in the middle, enjoying the offering.
He was furious and had to endure it.
The doctor said, "Don't attack her if you have nothing to do; the doctor said, kill a dog to make a candle and add wax oil every night.
The doctor said, after dinner, he would cook.
He listened to Bronchi very much.
No matter what Bronchi told him to do or kill, he would do whatever he wanted.
Chapter completed!