Chapter 1415: Memory precipitation

Everything is like a dream, the fresh and pleasant air floating in the fresh and pleasant air of this simple wooden house, the smell of fresh vegetation, the rattan hanging on the roof beam, and the open flowers all release a quiet atmosphere.
In the cracks in the roof of the wooden house, the sun was set in bunches, falling on his face, body, hands... on the bed and the ground, forming strange spots of light.
The surrounding area is quiet, like a world where no one disturbs...
Crick took a greedily breath of air, feeling so comfortable, so refreshing...
In how many years, I want to have such a simple, but quiet and sweet morning when I wake up...
For a while, Creek couldn’t help but yearn for it. If you open the door, you can see an endless field, the field is full of unknown vegetation, flowers are in full bloom, and a path extends from the doorway to the empty horizon. Just like a dream...
Slowly stood up, Crick walked to the door of the wooden house, and gently opened the door...
A fresh wind blew in, the door of the wooden house creaked open, and Crick was stunned at the door...
Outside the house, there is an endless field, full of golden long grass, flowers in the field are blooming, and pleasant sounds are wafting, the wind blows over the field, the golden waves fluctuate spectacularly, and the entire grassland is like an endless The sea...
"This...this is..." After a few steps, Crick went outside the wooden house and looked around blankly, and found that there was only herself in this world, and there was nothing else here except this piece of grassland and this small wooden house. Other things.
Slowly turning around, Crick saw a path stretched out under his feet, extending to a place invisible in the wilderness.
Creek smiled.
"Is this... the feeling before death? I didn't expect it to be so wonderful..." Slowly, Crick walked forward along the path, without any lingering, no hesitation...
Look at the sky, look at the wilderness, look at the blooming flowers. Crick kept smiling, walking, faster and faster, as if he wanted to go to the end of the world.
Picking off a few blades of grass and holding a few flowers, Crick's face began to glow with excitement, and he held the blades of grass in his mouth playfully. Putting flowers on his head, Crick ran slowly. There was an excited cheer.
"Hahaha..." Crick laughed, like a dancing elf running along the winding path through the endless wilderness.
Suddenly, Crick's body trembled, and he disappeared into the path suddenly.
But it was someone who accidentally stepped on a rock and fell directly to the ground...
Slowly got up from the ground, the flowers on Crick’s head were scattered, the grass blades in his mouth were also bitten off, and the tongue was bitten a little bit, and it hurt like cramps...
"blood?"
Corner of Crick's mouth. I found that the blood that bit the tip of the tongue was slowly flowing out of the mouth, red and warm...
For a moment, Crick froze in place, looking up at this boundless world, with some doubts on his face, but soon a voice drew her attention back...
A string of silver bells made Crick look back. Look in the direction of singing.
The wind blows away from the field, and the long golden grass is constantly swinging. In the endless grassland, the sound of singing seems to be coming from all directions. Crick listened to the song, and his eyes were blank for a while.
Step into the grass. Crick began to walk forward, pulling away the long grass and blocking the flowers. Crick seemed to know the direction of the sound, as if he knew the sound was calling him.
Crisp and sweet, the little girl's singing seemed to hold Crick's soul. Let her keep walking forward...walking...
Crick did not know how long he had walked, how far he had walked, that path had disappeared, and there was only a vast field beside him, and the sky seemed to be flowing with billowing dark clouds, and the sky was dim and bright... as if walking for many years.
Finally, Crick stopped in one place and looked forward blankly.
The golden long grass did not know when it became low and low, from the former half-person height to just barely over the ankle, but it is still full of flowers, and there are still many butterflies flying...
A black-haired little girl wearing a dress with a pair of shiny red leather boots is happily picking flowers in the grass, chasing butterflies...
Crick stood there, seeming to become a puppet for a while, staring blankly at the little girl giggling, singing nice ballads, and chasing the butterflies...
There are flowers in her head, and sometimes she falls due to running and falling, and sometimes she puts the grass in her mouth playfully and makes strange noises.
Crick opened his mouth and seemed to want to shout something, but...in the end, he closed his mouth. Crick found that he seemed to have nothing to say. In the face of this situation, Crick didn’t know what to say, or even not. Know what expression to use.
Suddenly, when the little girl passed by Crick not far, she finally noticed Crick stopped, looked at Crick suspiciously, and suddenly asked: "Sister, why are you here? This is my home, you can't come."
Crick was a little panicked for a while, "I...I am not coming, I am...I don't know, uh...sister doesn't want to disturb you..."
The little girl couldn't help but smile when she looked at Crick. "It's okay. I've always been alone anyway. If my sister stays, I won't feel lonely again."
Crick was startled, "Anyone, where is your family?"
"I have no family."
Crick's eyebrows trembled, "No... how come you have no family, why are you here? Why do you say you have been here?"
The little girl tilted her head, seeming to think in embarrassment for a while, shook her head and said: "I don't know, I seem to be here all the time, without family, and I don't know why I am here."
Crick suddenly felt a headache, stretched out his hand to support his forehead, frowning.
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" the little girl asked strangely, "Are you sick? If you are sick, you must be treated immediately... I won't be sick, so I may not be able to help my sister."
"You won't get sick?" Crick was slightly surprised this time, put down his hands and looked at the little girl in amazement, with a sense of caution in his eyes, "What's your name?"
"Name?" The question seemed to make the little girl more embarrassed.
After thinking about it for a long time, the little girl said, "I don't know my name, but I gave myself a name. The flowers and butterflies here call me that. My name is... Crick."
Crick's eyes widened sharply, bloodshots tightened, and he looked at the little girl who was smiling at him in astonishment. Her body trembled, "What...what's your name?"
"My name is Crick! What's your name, sister?"
"K... Crick?" Crick repeated his teeth with shaking, his eyes already showing fear.
"Is my sister named Crick too? We have the same name, so my sister will stay with me. Crick is so lonely here alone, I don't know how many years... No one has ever come here to see Crick. . Sister, you are still the first..."
Crick was shocked, saying these words, the little girl in front of her suddenly released a dazzling golden light, and her figure began to change.
The black, long, straight hair gradually shortened and turned golden, and his face gradually became sharp, his eyes were indifferent, his figure was tall, and his dress turned into a white pierced shirt and corset shorts. The small red leather shoes have turned into neat boots...
"If there is a sister, Crick won't feel lonely anymore." The little girl still said, but her voice was no longer sweet, but indifferent and flat.
"Do not!!!"
Crick yelled and staggered back. The little girl who was so cute just now turned into her own appearance, with her feet crooked. Creek couldn't help falling down again.
Instinctively supported by his hands, Crick was about to bounce from the ground, and his heart was shocked instantly, his hands... actually did not touch the ground.
A firm fall, but the grass on the ground did not hurt at all, and Crick struggled to get up. But instantly his body stopped, his whole body was shaking, and sweat dripped from his face.
The hand holding the blade of grass is so slender and cute, small and white...
Unbelievable, Crick looked at his other hand. Still the same, his eyes moved to his feet, Crick's eyes were almost invisible, and he wore a pair of shiny red leather shoes on his feet.
In a blink of an eye, he turned into that little girl in a dress...
The wind on the field blew by, blowing Creek's black hair color, rubbing against that face full of fear... Creek was at a loss.
Raising her head violently, the little girl who had just turned into her own appearance has disappeared. She quickly got up from the ground, and Crick looked around with horror.
Apart from the golden short grass and those flowers and butterflies, there is nothing on the vast grassland...
Looking at his slender body, hands and feet, looking at his dress and red leather shoes, Crick suddenly felt sad and involuntarily sobbed, and his voice was no different from that of the little girl...
Sitting on the ground, Crick hugged his knees, whimpering and crying...like a poor girl who was lost and couldn't go home.
I don’t know how long Crick cried, the clouds in the sky rolled, the distant sun and moon rose from the east to the west, the stars moved... Crick kept crying, crying sadly...
In this world, only Crick’s cry is so vivid...
A wreath was gently placed on Crick's head one morning.
The sobbing Crick was shocked and his cries were suppressed, and then he started, his face full of tears with inner fear and anxiety.
In the early morning, the sun was shining, shaking the raindrops from the grass blades last night, and the whole world was shining brightly.
Crick found a person standing in front of him, who seemed to be a man, and it was she who put herself on her current wreath.
But Crick couldn't see the man's face clearly. In the dazzling sunlight, his face was hidden in the shadows, but Crick was a little strange. The man seemed to be smiling at himself.
"Who...who are you?" Crick hugged his knees a bit and asked nervously.
"I'll pick you up and take you home." The visitor said softly, with a gentle voice.
"Go home?" Crick was a little dazed, then lowered his head and said sadly, "I have no home, no relatives, I have always been here, no one ever came to see me."
"No, you have, and I didn't come to see you? I not only came to see you, but I came to take you home."
"But... but I don't know where my home is. I don't know my family either."
"Although I don't know where your home is, I know where your relatives are, Crick, do you want to go home?"
"I'm not called Crick, I...I..." Crick seemed to be unable to continue.
The man stretched out his hand, "Okay, my little princess. If you want to leave here and want to go home and see... Just stretch out your hand. I will take you back... to your home."
Crick rubbed his little red leather shoes back and forth, seemingly hesitant, "But... but I don't know you, I can't go with you."
"Haha..." The man chuckled, "Then how do we know each other?"
"Um...you, can you stay with me here? Until we meet."
"of course can."
"Really?" Creek seemed to ask in an incredible way.
"Why, don't you believe it? Then I will stay with you until you think we have met."
Crick puffed up his cheeks and put his head on his knees under the dress. Thinking back and forth between the little red shoes.
"That... well! But you can't lie to me, you must take me home!" After that, Crick immediately added, "Take me to my family too!"
"Okay, I'll be with you, my little princess."
"Don't call me a little princess, I am not a princess. I am the daughter of a blacksmith!" Crick frowned his thin eyebrows.
"Oh!" The man seemed a little surprised, "Really? My little princess!"
Crick was annoyed and let go of the hands holding his knees and stepped on the man's feet, "I told you not to call that name again!"
The man was neither angry nor annoyed, but he smiled, "Okay. Then... I'll call you the blacksmith's daughter, how about?"
"Um...too long! Let's call it Creek for now! Anyway, I'm used to it."
"Well, then Creek! Before we leave, we might as well talk about it. We are going to find your family. You always have to tell me something about them."
"My family..." Crick put his hands on his knees, his fingers flicking back and forth. A pair of small leather shoes also banged left and right, as if thinking hard, "But I really can't remember, I am the daughter of a blacksmith or just remembered it, oh right!"
Crick suddenly said with excitement: "I have a younger sister who just knows how to walk. She likes to play with my doll secretly. It gets dirty every time and I hate it!"
"Really? Hmm... really annoying sister."
"Don't say that my sister hates it!" Crick stepped on the man's foot again.
"Okay, okay, then your sister doesn't hate it at all. She must just play with your doll. Other places are pretty good."
"That's not it!" Crick glared black, eyes like black jewels. "She often cries non-stop. If I ignore her mother, I will blame me. Oh, yes! My mother is beautiful!!"
Crick happily described his family to the man, and while talking, he couldn't help but smile with joy on his face, and laughed out from time to time...
The man didn’t know when he sat next to Crick, quietly listening to her constantly narrating her family and many things about her when she was younger. It seemed that Crick wanted to know these things better than others. She kept going. Talking, smiling non-stop.
But Crick still couldn't see the man's face. He always seemed to hide in the shadow of the light, but that didn't hinder anything. Crick was very happy that he had an audience who listened to his words.
The sky alternates between light and dark, and the sun and moon change. Crick seems tireless, and the listening man has been listening attentively, and occasionally he can insert a few words to make Crick laugh or be annoyed...
"Ah... it's really a helpless home."
The sky was full of stars, Crick breathed a sigh of relief, as if finally speaking out the past in his heart, he sighed very happily, fell straight back and lay in the grass.
"Yeah, it's a really interesting home..." the man also said, and he obediently didn't repeat Crick's words so as not to be attacked again.
"Yeah..." Crick sighed with infinite emotion, "After I go back, I must surprise them, and then teach that disobedient sister, um... I will first come over and make her doll dirty. , There is..."
"Crick?" The man interrupted Crick suddenly.
"What?" Crick was in a good mood, not annoyed when he was interrupted, smiled and raised his body, looking at the man and asked.
"It's time for us to go. It's not early. Tonight has passed...it's the last time here."
Crick was taken aback, "What... last time?"
"If I don't leave again...my strength will be exhausted." The man said with a wry smile.
Crick blinked his eyes lightly, a little unsure, so, "What are you talking about..."
Suddenly, the starlight flickered steadily, and Crick was taken aback. The man's face seemed to be a little clearer, and then he took a closer look. The light that I had always wanted to hide behind the man that made me unable to see his face seemed to dim.
"you……"
"Ah, I'm so sorry, I let you see this ordinary face again." Looking at the surprised Crick, Robben smiled helplessly.
Looking at Robben's face gradually clearing, Crick stayed there in a daze, as if his body suddenly froze...
"I...I seem to remember you..." Creek instinctively felt an unspeakable feeling rise in his heart, it seemed to be hatred, but it didn't seem to be. It seems to be happy, but not right...
"Ah, we know each other, so I came to pick you up, but...it seems unnecessary, your strength is far beyond my imagination." Robben smiled and slowly stood up. "I should go, it's been a long time."
Seeing Robben was leaving, Crick suddenly came back to his senses, "Wait, you haven't said..."
Crick was stunned again, and immediately got up from the ground in a hurry. He immediately felt the difference in his body, and he looked down and was stunned.
The neat white pierced shirt was worn close to him, his exposed hands were slender and white, and his trousers and a pair of leather boots stepped on the grass.
Crick's body shook violently and his face was shocked.
With trembling fingers, Crick slowly tucked his short hair in front of his eyes, and saw golden hair that was as bright as the sun.
"Crick. Congratulations." Robben said, turning around and disappearing in the light that suddenly appeared.
"Wait!" Crick yelled, but Robben was gone, and Crick remembered that he had never asked the man's name.
As soon as he thought of this, suddenly a name appeared in his heart as if a burning brand, and the hot Crick felt his soul aching.
"Roben!!" Blood surged rapidly, and blue veins appeared in the corner of Crick's eyes, and he gritted his teeth and spit out the name.
"Crack!!"
There was a loud noise from the sky, the dark night burst open, and the whole world began to tremble.
Crick glanced at the sky. After the initial consternation, he quickly recovered his calmness. He glanced around at the world around him and let out a long sigh, "Damn... I didn't expect such an omission to happen."
Immediately after the sky, the earth began to crack and collapse, and the endless grassland seemed to be folded and deformed as a twisted iron plate.
Crick stood on the collapsed ground, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, and sighed: "What a sad life..."
Suddenly, the ground under Crick's feet split open, engulfing Crick... the whole world began to rapidly collapse and disappear...
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"Snatch... Snatch..."
The strange sound awakened Crick.
Slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was a familiar scenery, a small wooden house with very simple furnishings, with green vines hanging from the beams and flowers on it, and the fresh smell drifted in the wooden house.
The sun did not hesitate to leave a gap in the wooden roof canopy, shining down, leaving strange spots of light everywhere.
Crick sat up slowly and found himself lying on the only bed in the wooden house. There was no difference between this wooden house and the previous one. The only difference was that through the gap set by the sun, you could see the wooden roof. There was a row of unknown birds pecking at something, and it seemed that the sound they made just now awakened themselves.
First raised his hands and took a look, Crick found that his hands were wrapped with gauze. Obviously he was injured, but he didn't feel pain when he moved them lightly. The bones of his hands were completely connected.
"This time... it's not a dream." Crick got out of bed slowly, looked at the wooden door, and walked over slowly.
Taking a deep breath, Crick slowly pushed the wooden door open. Outside the house, the bright sunshine immediately shone in...
There is no open sky, no endless wilderness. Naturally, there is no path leading to the horizon. This is a small courtyard. There is a large circle of wooden houses around the courtyard. It seems that many people live here. In the center of the courtyard is a large table made of giant wood. .
Many people gathered at the table, looking at themselves.
Crick stood in front of the house, looking at the group of people in front of him. One by one, the eyes stayed on their faces, and then slowly moved away...
At last. Glancing at the strange creature gnawing an unknown snack at the corner of the table, Crick smiled, "It seems... Am I a prisoner?"
"Almost, but much better than the captives. At least the captives can't let people wait, but they are sleeping." Queen Biris, who was leaning on the table, spoke first.
"Ah... so that I have received preferential treatment, for example... some people will chat with me." Crick's gaze fell on the ordinary-looking man in the crowd.
"Roben, it really surprised me. Not only are you still alive... but you did something that surprised me again."
Robben's face didn't look good, he was pale without the slightest blood, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, but he seemed to be in good spirits, and his eyes were full of joy, "Crick, sit down first. I thought of this. At that time, we should sit down and have a good talk."
Crick nodded, "Yes... I also have a lot to say."
"Master Ares!"
Seeing Crick coming over, everyone consciously retreated to the other side of the table, only Losi stood up excitedly.
Crick looked at Rosie and nodded slightly. "It seems that you have lived well here, but don't call me that again. I am no longer a of war."
Losi was taken aback for a moment, not knowing how to respond to Crick's calm and what he said.
Robben sat down across the table and said, "Forget it, Crick. Whatever you call me, Rosie still calls me ‘Ann’, I don’t think it matters. You will always be the of war in her heart."
"Whatever..." Crick didn't insist, crossed Losey and walked to the table and sat down.
Losey quickly followed, standing behind Crick, quite a guard posture, Crick glanced at Losey, and then ignored him.
Looking around, Crick’s gaze finally locked under the huge ivy trellis in the Gobi yard, where the giant Ruda was sitting, chuckling a lot at his special table. The fruit, a pair of brown eyes have been staring here, the big sword seems to always be leaning within reach.
On the other side of the courtyard is a huge military camp, but this military camp looks a little strange. It’s already bright, but there are neither trained troops nor patrol soldiers in it, and it’s almost impossible to see it. To the silhouette of the event.
At the gate of the barracks, a huge flag was erected with a battle flag embroidered on it that looked like a witch. There is no doubt that this is the witch's army inside the Caton City.
On the other side of the Witch Barracks is another barracks. This barracks is said to be a bit reluctant, because it is separated from the Witch Barracks by a very simple fence, with a fence that can open and close the gate easily. There are tents in this camp. , There are wooden houses, and the arrangement is not neat, but scattered. In the camp, flowers, flowers, grasses, and even towering trees are planted in every corner of the camp. Those wooden houses are like living growth platforms, and they are covered with beautiful flowers and plants, even It's a big mushroom, which looks a bit funny.
This is obviously the camp of the elves, even if it is indistinguishable from the setting of the camp, the large number of active elves in the camp now proves this point.
"It seems...I can't resist now." Crick looked at his hands, shook his head and smiled.
Robben didn't speak, he took out an object from his ring and put it on the table. With a light push, he pushed the object in front of Crick.
"What does this mean?" Crick frowned slightly, and it was the golden scepter that Robben pushed over.
"I thought about it for a long time. I didn't know how to deal with this thing. I didn't have a place to put it. Later I thought that maybe returning her to you would be the best choice."
"Doctor!" Queen Biress was full of surprises. Obviously Robben didn't explain this in advance. Everyone looked at the golden staff with different expressions. Robben's behavior made everyone very surprised.
Crick reached out and picked up the scepter, which made everyone except Robben nervous.
Gently stroked the golden scepter. Crick said with a smile: "Why is it the best choice to give it back to me? You must know that this thing is no longer mine, and its owner is you. Unless you die or something like me happens, it won’t I will choose the master again, you leave it to me, it's just a piece of scrap iron."
"I will give it to you. I don't want you to be able to use its power, I just hope you can seal it up. It's best to never reappear in this world, something like this... I think no matter who it is, especially It's for you, it shouldn't exist anymore."
Crick's hand shook slightly, and he took a deep breath and said, "Ah...you're right, if it weren't for this thing...I won't be the Creek I am today, I won't be a Protoss, but ...It also allowed me to survive, as a human being. My bones have already rotted early."
"This... just do it with you. It is your freedom how you want to deal with it. Among us, you are the most qualified one."
"We?" Crick put down the golden scepter and sneered. "What do we mean? Do you think I have fallen to your side?"
"No, I think you will never fall to our side. But you are no longer the creek you used to be. You need new choices and new lives. We may still be enemies, but we may also be Before that, my friend. I don’t think it’s too much to call it that way."
Crick shook his head and smiled, "Humans are really good at using strong words..."
"Crick, you are also human." Robben couldn't help but emphasize.
Crick was stunned and couldn't help but smile, "Yes, yes...I am also a human, a human being to the end. My name is not Crick, but..."
There is no more words about Crick's words... Suddenly, he was stunned, and his expression was wrong for a while.
It seems...can't remember my name.
Queen Biris looked at Crick with blinking eyes, and said with some regret: "Even if it is a deeper soul digging, but after so long, some things have disappeared in the memory after all, and the memory is being cleaned. At the time, your name must be the first and the most important thing to clean. It’s not surprising that you can’t remember your name.

Crick opened his mouth several times, seeming to want to say his previous name, but he couldn't say it. After repeated attempts, he sighed helplessly, "Forget it, some of the lost, some can't be taken back."
"You don't have to worry about the old names anymore. Let the old things pass. You have new choices and new lives. You can give yourself a name you like, and everything will start again."
After listening to Robben's words, Crick laughed and sighed: "It's so easy to say...start again, everything must start again..."
"It must be possible, I am like this."
Crick was a little strange, "You? Why are you like me?"
"My situation is a bit more complicated, but I also lost everything, my hometown, my family and friends, and even all the scenery that I can see, my name, everything, everything... It may be lost forever, even if I can regain these things in the future, but...I am a human being. Everything about me will be wiped out in just a few decades, and I may never be able to find those things again."
"Oh?" Creek seemed interested. "Sounds interesting."
Robben smiled bitterly, "No, this is actually not interesting, just like you feel now, not everyone has the courage and perseverance to start again, but now I don’t regret it. In my short life, I work hard. A lot and got a lot, have you seen it?"
Robben pointed to everyone, "All the people here are my most precious things, my relatives and friends, my family... Although I used to have nothing, I now have a lot of things, oh yes, this ..."
Reaching under the table, Robben worked hard and finally picked up the baby who was chasing Maomao.
"This is my baby daughter, she is five years old, isn't she pretty!?" Robben asked with a smile.
The baby looked at Crick with curiosity and doubts in his eyes, "Dad, who is this sister? Why are all the guests at home female?"
"Uh... let's play with Maomao first!" Robben stuffed the baby under the table again.
"Dad, you haven't told me the story yet! Don't be silly today!" The baby's dissatisfied voice came under the table.
Robben was a little embarrassed, "Little girl, it was the time to be naughty, haha..."
Crick looked at Robben. The expression looked a little strange.
Rubbing his hands, Robben scratched his head again, "Where did I talk?"
"Very beautiful." Crick nodded.
Robben was taken aback, "Very beautiful? What beautiful?"
"I mean your daughter is very beautiful." Crick nodded slightly, and then suddenly smiled, "But if you grow up, it may be worse than me."
Robben was surprised. The rest are even more inexplicable, except for Robben. No one has seen Creek when he was a child.
Looking at everyone who was surprised and puzzled, Crick put the golden scepter aside in front of him, and said with a little regret: "I, a privileged prisoner, don't know if I can ask for some water?"
"Of course!" Robben quickly slowed down, "Su!"
Sue was a little reluctant, "Lilith."
Lilith simply rolled her eyes, "Why do you tell me?"
Robben couldn't help scratching his head.
"It's late when you think about it." Sasha whispered, and conjured a large plate behind her back, with four fruits on the plate.
Push gently. Salsa pushed the plate with fruits in front of Crick, "The yellow one quenches your thirst, the purple one quenches your hunger. It's just right for you to eat some fruit, but you can eat two at most, otherwise..."
"Crack..."
Before Sasha's words were finished, Crick had picked up a yellow one and took a big bite. After chewing a few times, he swallowed, "Well...this is the fruit grown from the seeds brought from the Elf Forest, I have never eaten it on the human continent..."
"Crack, click, click..."
Three times, five divided by two, Crick ate all four fruits, and everyone who saw them was dumbfounded...
"Anything else?" Crick asked
"Ro... Robben..." Sasha touched Robben's arm lightly. "This woman...is okay?"
"Uh...she. She does eat more." Robben didn't know what to say, but he didn't expect Crick to show his true taste of food so quickly.
Soon, the elves picked out a good plate of fruits and put them in front of Crick. This time, the styles looked varied.
Crick was not polite, he picked it up and ate without talking, and soon ate half of the twenty or so fruits. And the expressions on the faces of the people across the table are no longer astonished to describe...
The fruits in the fairy forest are one of the daily foods of the elves. They are delicious and full of energy. Some fruits are difficult to eat the whole thing, because they are very supportive...
Like Crick, he has eaten more than a dozen of them all the time, and they still have all kinds of fruits. Even Su and Lilith can’t stop watching...
"Sasha!" Fanny pushed La Sasha's sleeves under the table~EbookFREE.me~ This woman, no matter how we deal with it, absolutely cannot stay, she will eat us poorly, I think she and Ruda are on the same level Yes, none of us can eat her. "
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It is true that it is often said that there are people outside of people.
Soon, a plate of fruit was eaten again.
Robben stammered and asked, "This... do you want to eat it?"
Crick wiped the corners of his mouth casually, "Forget it... I will eat more if I have a chance in the future."
This is not full yet! ? Robben couldn't imagine.
"Okay, can you tell me now what happened to what I saw before I woke up?" Crick leaned back, as if he wanted to put the tripod on the table, but looked at everyone Regrettably gave up.
"That... is your memory! I used a special method to condense your broken memories again, but obviously some of them have not been successfully retrieved..." (To be continued. If you like this For this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation...) Guiqiu to share