Late at night, amusement park.
It was pitch black and there was no sight of five fingers around. The only light source came from a carousel decorated with lights. It played cheerful music, but this joy seemed even more lonely in the open darkness.
Cute sheep sat on the carousel, holding the iron handrail in both hands, smiling beautifully.
The dead pig followed behind and pushed a beam of the carousel with brute force, as if it was pulling a mill. He smiled, looking a little straightforward.
Cute lamb, are you happy?The dead pig has a warm voice.
Um!happy!Cute Sheep nodded vigorously.
We Cute lambs are one year older, have you made a wish?The dead pig asked.
not yet.Cute Sheep said.
Then make a wish quickly, and it won’t work after 12 o’clock.Dead Pig said.
Um!Cute sheep sat on the ups and downs of the merry-go-round, her clear big eyes rolling, I hope... I can find my parents.
The dead pig was slightly stunned and continued to push the carousel: Cute Lamb, have you ever thought about what your parents would look like?
Think about it.Cute Sheep smiled shyly, actually, I dreamed of my mother.
hehe.The dead pig smiled: Cute lamb's mother must be very beautiful.
How do you know?Cute Sheep was a little surprised.
I guessed it.Dead Pig said.
Hehe, the mother in the dream looks very good. She pinched my face and made faces at me... After I woke up, I told Sister Baitu about the dream and asked me to draw it so that we can go to find my mother, but I can't draw it well...
You are still young, and when you grow up, you will be able to draw it.Dead Pig said.
Um.Cute Sheep nodded seriously.
The dead pig was still pushing the carousel, sweat appeared on his face, and he slowly gasped.
Cute Sheep noticed, Uncle Dead Pig, please don’t push me, let me down.
It's okay, uncle is not tired.The dead pig lowered his head, wiped the sweat from his face, and deliberately hid his gaze: Cute lamb, have you dreamed of dad?
Cute Sheep shook her head and answered honestly: No.
hehe.The dead pig smiled and stopped talking.
Cute Sheep hesitated for a moment and smiled embarrassedly: But, I have thought about what my father will look like?
Is that true?Dead Pig said.
Well, it must be the same as Uncle Dead Pig.
Click
The dead pig suddenly stopped, and the sound of parts being damaged inside the facility was heard.
Wu
The current disappeared, the carousel's lights were all extinguished, and the cheerful music came to an abrupt end.
The dead pig raised his head and was already in tears.
Uncle Dead Pig!Cute Sheep was shocked, why do you cry?
The dead pig didn't speak, but just looked at the Cute sheep with great pain.
In a trance, the carousel disappeared, the world was empty and dark, with only a faint flame floating between the Cute sheep and the dead pig, illuminating each other's faces.
Uncle Dead Pig, where is this...?Cute sheep suddenly felt a bone-bone cold. I was so cold, I... so scared...
The dead pig slowly squatted down, spread his arms, and carried the Cute sheep into his arms.
Don't be afraid, Cute lamb, don't be afraid... Uncle will protect you... Cute lamb... There will be no problem... The dead pig has a gentle voice, but is very weak:
Cute lamb will grow up happily, find mom and dad, and live a happy life...
Cute sheep wanted to say something, but smelled a pungent smell of blood.
She was shocked suddenly, and the dead pig that hugged her was rotting all over. His arms had no skin, and his flesh and blood were constantly rolling around and evaporating rapidly. Many places had already exposed white bones.
At the same time, fresh flesh and blood tissues are growing wildly again, trying to repair, but their speed is far less than that of rotting.
No!don't want!
The dead pig's appearance is terrifying at this moment, but Cute sheep is not afraid at all. She hugged the dead pig with force and activated the damage transfer.
Ah！！
The huge damage in the dead pig's body continued to transfer to the Cute sheep's body. The Cute sheep immediately felt the pain like Lingchi. What was brought about was the slowdown of the rotten body of the dead pig, and the speed of body repair was almost the same as the speed of rot.
stop!What are you doing!
Cute sheep!Stop!You will die!!
Cute sheep!obedient!
Cute sheep!Stop quickly!Don't save me!
The dead pig shouted at the top of his lungs. He could not push the Cute Sheep away, otherwise he would not be able to protect her, but he could not stop the damage in his body from constantly transferring to this weak and stubborn body.
No...No...
The skin of Cute sheep began to fall off, revealing bright red muscles. Although she could absorb huge damage in a short period of time, she was also as fast as she could.
I want to protect you... I want to save you... I will never lose you again...
Cute sheep cried in pain.
She finally remembered that she and Uncle Dead Pig were both eaten by the black monster.
They are rapidly digesting their bodies when they are binge eating. If Cangdao had not weakened it, Gregor's word game had certain legal restrictions on it. In addition, binge eating swallowed too much, they would be completely digested in less than 20 seconds.
The dead pigs rely on their powerful self-healing power to protect the Cute sheep, but this safe haven is so fragile and short-lived that it can't last long.
Cute Sheep could never accept one important person after another leaving her, and she transferred the damage from the dead pig without reservation.
The two people's mutual rescue once again extended the time of death, but it was only extended.
The dead pig wailed in pain, and then almost begged: Cute sheep...please... don't save me again... don't let me go to hell...
Cute Sheep could no longer hear her eyes, her eyes were congested, and the damage storage in her body reached its limit.
Finally, Cute Sheep slowly let go of her hands and began to stay away from the dead pig, which no longer had the strength to catch her.
The two seemed to be thrown into outer space, wandering forever towards their respective trajectories.
At the moment of dying, the dead pig suddenly grabbed the inspiration of hope.
He finally stretched out his almost bone-like hand and grabbed Cute's sheep's hand with all his strength.
Cute sheep!The dead pig shouted: Continue to absorb the damage!continue!
Cute sheep!Cheer up!Aren't you trying to save me?Don't give up!
Cute sheep, who was almost unconscious, heard the call of the dead pig, and her bloody little hand slowly clamped the dead pig's bone hand.
It was pitch black and there was no sight of five fingers around. The only light source came from a carousel decorated with lights. It played cheerful music, but this joy seemed even more lonely in the open darkness.
Cute sheep sat on the carousel, holding the iron handrail in both hands, smiling beautifully.
The dead pig followed behind and pushed a beam of the carousel with brute force, as if it was pulling a mill. He smiled, looking a little straightforward.
Cute lamb, are you happy?The dead pig has a warm voice.
Um!happy!Cute Sheep nodded vigorously.
We Cute lambs are one year older, have you made a wish?The dead pig asked.
not yet.Cute Sheep said.
Then make a wish quickly, and it won’t work after 12 o’clock.Dead Pig said.
Um!Cute sheep sat on the ups and downs of the merry-go-round, her clear big eyes rolling, I hope... I can find my parents.
The dead pig was slightly stunned and continued to push the carousel: Cute Lamb, have you ever thought about what your parents would look like?
Think about it.Cute Sheep smiled shyly, actually, I dreamed of my mother.
hehe.The dead pig smiled: Cute lamb's mother must be very beautiful.
How do you know?Cute Sheep was a little surprised.
I guessed it.Dead Pig said.
Hehe, the mother in the dream looks very good. She pinched my face and made faces at me... After I woke up, I told Sister Baitu about the dream and asked me to draw it so that we can go to find my mother, but I can't draw it well...
You are still young, and when you grow up, you will be able to draw it.Dead Pig said.
Um.Cute Sheep nodded seriously.
The dead pig was still pushing the carousel, sweat appeared on his face, and he slowly gasped.
Cute Sheep noticed, Uncle Dead Pig, please don’t push me, let me down.
It's okay, uncle is not tired.The dead pig lowered his head, wiped the sweat from his face, and deliberately hid his gaze: Cute lamb, have you dreamed of dad?
Cute Sheep shook her head and answered honestly: No.
hehe.The dead pig smiled and stopped talking.
Cute Sheep hesitated for a moment and smiled embarrassedly: But, I have thought about what my father will look like?
Is that true?Dead Pig said.
Well, it must be the same as Uncle Dead Pig.
Click
The dead pig suddenly stopped, and the sound of parts being damaged inside the facility was heard.
Wu
The current disappeared, the carousel's lights were all extinguished, and the cheerful music came to an abrupt end.
The dead pig raised his head and was already in tears.
Uncle Dead Pig!Cute Sheep was shocked, why do you cry?
The dead pig didn't speak, but just looked at the Cute sheep with great pain.
In a trance, the carousel disappeared, the world was empty and dark, with only a faint flame floating between the Cute sheep and the dead pig, illuminating each other's faces.
Uncle Dead Pig, where is this...?Cute sheep suddenly felt a bone-bone cold. I was so cold, I... so scared...
The dead pig slowly squatted down, spread his arms, and carried the Cute sheep into his arms.
Don't be afraid, Cute lamb, don't be afraid... Uncle will protect you... Cute lamb... There will be no problem... The dead pig has a gentle voice, but is very weak:
Cute lamb will grow up happily, find mom and dad, and live a happy life...
Cute sheep wanted to say something, but smelled a pungent smell of blood.
She was shocked suddenly, and the dead pig that hugged her was rotting all over. His arms had no skin, and his flesh and blood were constantly rolling around and evaporating rapidly. Many places had already exposed white bones.
At the same time, fresh flesh and blood tissues are growing wildly again, trying to repair, but their speed is far less than that of rotting.
No!don't want!
The dead pig's appearance is terrifying at this moment, but Cute sheep is not afraid at all. She hugged the dead pig with force and activated the damage transfer.
Ah！！
The huge damage in the dead pig's body continued to transfer to the Cute sheep's body. The Cute sheep immediately felt the pain like Lingchi. What was brought about was the slowdown of the rotten body of the dead pig, and the speed of body repair was almost the same as the speed of rot.
stop!What are you doing!
Cute sheep!Stop!You will die!!
Cute sheep!obedient!
Cute sheep!Stop quickly!Don't save me!
The dead pig shouted at the top of his lungs. He could not push the Cute Sheep away, otherwise he would not be able to protect her, but he could not stop the damage in his body from constantly transferring to this weak and stubborn body.
No...No...
The skin of Cute sheep began to fall off, revealing bright red muscles. Although she could absorb huge damage in a short period of time, she was also as fast as she could.
I want to protect you... I want to save you... I will never lose you again...
Cute sheep cried in pain.
She finally remembered that she and Uncle Dead Pig were both eaten by the black monster.
They are rapidly digesting their bodies when they are binge eating. If Cangdao had not weakened it, Gregor's word game had certain legal restrictions on it. In addition, binge eating swallowed too much, they would be completely digested in less than 20 seconds.
The dead pigs rely on their powerful self-healing power to protect the Cute sheep, but this safe haven is so fragile and short-lived that it can't last long.
Cute Sheep could never accept one important person after another leaving her, and she transferred the damage from the dead pig without reservation.
The two people's mutual rescue once again extended the time of death, but it was only extended.
The dead pig wailed in pain, and then almost begged: Cute sheep...please... don't save me again... don't let me go to hell...
Cute Sheep could no longer hear her eyes, her eyes were congested, and the damage storage in her body reached its limit.
Finally, Cute Sheep slowly let go of her hands and began to stay away from the dead pig, which no longer had the strength to catch her.
The two seemed to be thrown into outer space, wandering forever towards their respective trajectories.
At the moment of dying, the dead pig suddenly grabbed the inspiration of hope.
He finally stretched out his almost bone-like hand and grabbed Cute's sheep's hand with all his strength.
Cute sheep!The dead pig shouted: Continue to absorb the damage!continue!
Cute sheep!Cheer up!Aren't you trying to save me?Don't give up!
Cute sheep, who was almost unconscious, heard the call of the dead pig, and her bloody little hand slowly clamped the dead pig's bone hand.
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