Elf's Adventure

Looking at the tentacles that were not affected by the medicine at all, Qianluo thought crazily about what kind of wreckage it was. He had absolute confidence in his ability to make medicine. Even those who were below the gods would definitely be disturbed, but how could he It is certain that the tentacle is not a god. After all, the powerful ability of God and the pride that comes with it determine that no human being can sign a contract with God, and no God is willing to be bound by the contract.

"Master, I'm hungry." Seeing Qian Luo standing aside in a daze, Tentacle began to become restless.

He returned to the ground with the tentacle, threw it outside the door, and began to happily "enslave" the tentacle. "Go find food by yourself, and bring me some by the way." Qianluo has been living in this hut since he can remember, and has never Having left the hut more than 100 meters away, he has no memory of his parents. All common sense of life automatically appears in his mind, along with human contempt and abuse of animals, and a strong desire for human beings. Killing intent, he himself had never felt that there was anything wrong with his state before today, but... what if... this is wrong? No...how can I be wrong in the goal that I have insisted on for so long...but...

"Master, I'm back, this is the fruit." The tentacle came back and placed the fruit next to Qianluo without disturbing his meditation. And Qianluo, who had a violent conflict between reason and memory, didn't notice anything was wrong with it.

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In the evening, the darkness in the woods came quickly. The sun had not completely set yet, but the lush trees blocked the slanting sunlight, making it appear that there was a different time in the woods from the outside world. The change of skylight awakened Qianluo, who was meditating. Seeing the fruit beside me, I thought about it carefully. It seemed that the tentacle had said something like putting the fruit beside me. As for the quantity... there was only one. Qian Luo had no doubts, he just assumed that the tentacles could not find a place with many fruits. This one was specially reserved for himself. After thinking about it carefully, he was actually a little touched. He put the fruit into his mouth, and the bitter, sour and astringent taste made him cry.

"Master...Master? Why are you crying?" Hearing the noise, Tentacle poked his head out, but was horrified (surprised) to find Qianluo wiping away tears.

"It's okay...the fruit tastes...a bit bad." Qianluo didn't want to dampen Tentacle's enthusiasm, so he softened his tone slightly, but he still had a nasal sound due to crying, sometimes mixed with sobs. From Tentacle's perspective, he was so disgusted that he cried. The poor little guy was still talking harshly, and even his tone of voice revealed his grievances (fog). Tentacle even felt that his non-existent conscience suddenly grew and was stabbed hard.

"Good boy, don't be sad anymore. I will bring you something delicious to eat tomorrow." The mother's love suddenly burst out of my tentacles (heavy fog), comforting me.

"I'm not sad." Qianluo didn't know what Tentacle was thinking about, and tried to defend himself, but his words were not convincing at all, and Tentacle stretched out his tentacles and touched his head several times.

Qian Luo raised his hand, touched the mucus on his hair, and rushed into the toilet. He didn't have mysophobia, but that didn't mean he could tolerate unknown types of mucus on his head. Of course, in the eyes of the tentacles, this kind of behavior means that the little pity finally couldn't help but was shy and ran to the toilet to cry. "Hey hey" Listening to the sound of water inside, the tentacle let out an unexplained laugh.