Chapter 138: Twelve. Mask (3)

The owner is about fifteen or six years old, and is in the stage of transition from a little girl to a girl. The bulge of the chest is somewhat inferior to that of his peers. The round face is not related to obesity. It should be considered that the body grows but the childish silhouette is left behind Baby face model on the face. The slightly thick eyebrows reinforce this image. The nose wings are shorter than the mother and Brun Hill, and the nose bridge and the eye socket are dotted with red freckles-this is also a unique piece in the cute puzzle.
It's just like a small animal that eats grass. It’s not a rabbit anyway-I’ve seen the kind of herbivorous beast that pretends to be dead on four feet, and kicked a bald eagle that kicked to death. When his father took him out for the first time, he also saw the dangerous black flame rabbit dragging a bald eagle to a dead bear bear burning scene. After using it to describe the so-called [human and animal harmless] jīng spirit, Roland no longer believes in rabbits. Where on earth is that kind of adorable creature harmless and pure and innocent?
After launching a broad-based attack on the jīng spirits and rabbits all over the world that can’t avoid all kinds of Chinese arrows, lying guns, and map cannons, Roland no longer struggles with the question of whether rabbits are really harmless to humans and animals. The girl had carried the bucket to the bed, groped and pulled the blanket over Roland's shoulders, then picked up a white cloth with dust and debris on the floor, rubbed it in the bucket, and reapplied Roland's forehead.
"You fell straight down at that time, which really scared me."
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Perhaps this is nothing but a blind girl who is afraid of death and takes actions to avoid the onset of psychic harm. And the vague mother who was inspired by the boy’s fragile and fragile appearance, wanted to talk to this one for two or three sentences, and then helped the foreign boy who was crying and fainted in front of the disaster relief.
then. The boy was crying very sad, as if abandoned by his parents, as if suffering from an unbearable injury, the young and fragile touch that could do nothing but crying made Lele want to do something for him.
Help as much as possible-Leleco fumbled to bring Roland and the suitcase into his father and repeatedly told [can't let men. Especially the men on the outside who took half a step] The second floor of the mill-the Leleco room.
[Mother God teaches us to do good deeds immediately, and doing good deeds is a lesson to cleanse the original sin. 】
The devout young believers chanted the doctrine of the doctrine they heard. In order to persuade themselves or fathers who were not at home, Leroy could add a reason to the nagging heart when he put Roland to bed.
[I let the boy come in. The boy is not a man, even the mother goddess will say the same? 】
Regardless of whether anyone heard it, Leleco said so and believed it. Then he focused on Roland, who was fainting.
"What's your name? Where did it come from?"
The boy had woken up, and from the previous conversation, Lele could perceive what unfortunately happened to the other party. It is very likely to be related to parents and relatives, so the question only involves basic information such as the most basic name and address.
"Ro... Roland, I'm Roland Dalke, from... Bode Village."
During a long day of sleep, no water was ingested, and the dry throat squeezed out the hoarse hiss. If it weren’t for Leleco’s well-developed and keen hearing, it would probably miss the weak murmur.
To save his negligence, Leleco hurriedly helped Roland sit up from the bed and hurried to the next second. The furniture that might throw off the street and the suspected table might be scattered, pick up the edgy pottery bowl, and put a hot face on the hand. Rough lips. Slowly feed Roland to drink cold water that has settled for most of the day.
No matter how other feelings are used to make up for the lack of vision, some high-risk work is still a restricted area where Leleco is not allowed to contact. Using fire is also one of them, second only to [climbing up the windmill]. The girl who understands how inconvenient she can't see has never sighed with sorrow like today. [A bowl of hot water cannot be handed over]-This is the ceiling that blind girls who are optimistic about the world cannot break through.
"Roland... Roland, this name--"
[Like the girl's name. 】
Many people who hear their names say so. The name is one of Roland’s many small annoyances. In the past, it always caused him unhappiness. After undergoing a huge change, this small thorn became insignificant and nothing. Feel it.
"It's so cute. It's a good name. I'm Leleco! Welcome to my house!"
Before waiting for Roland to respond from the unexpected answer, the expression of the blind girl lit up and opened her arms wide.
what--
When I came back, the soft darkness wrapped Roland, and I was familiar with the warm touch. From my mother, Sister Patty, and...brunnhill had been filled with warmth and selflessness. The arms are different from the mother’s wine fragrance, the smell of the potion on the nun’s clothes, and the sweet and sweaty smell of Brenhill. The smell of the dry hair from the split ends of the nose of the sāo is licorice in the sun. Fresh smell.
Reminiscent of the worries and faces that Brunnhill finally protruded from the carriage, Roland felt a sullen heart and took a pity.
[Bren Hill also came from the grief of losing his loved ones, don’t think that only you are pitiful. 】
[Her approach is a bit stupid, but it is indeed for you. 】
The voice of ridicule continued to emit contemptuous and derogatory sentences in the head. In the invisible darkness, Li Lin seemed to stand in it, examining the nostalgia for herself embraced by the female xìng, the corner of the mocking mouth is constantly being enlarged
Li Lin’s monitoring methods have never been noticed by Roland, who has no knowledge of spy technology. He also did not consider using cāo as a systemic method to leave an intervenable back door on Roland’s jīng god. Roland repeated those in his brain. It is not Li Lin who accuses the discourse, he will blame Roland, only...
[You are not a mother! I hate you! ! 】
The out-of-control growl came from the child's mouth, and the jīng spirit concealed the injured and lost stiff broken smile again.
At this moment, I feel the similar tenderness, the calm mind after the hardships of survival, take a step back, look at the impulsive situation with a broader vision than before, and feel that my own responsibility hurts and wants to give myself warmth. With the caring Brenhill, regret, shyness, and scorn — all kinds of emotions and rationales form a commentator named [Conscience], and criticize Roland's soul with Li Lin's lashing, mocking voices and arguments.
While accepting the warm embrace of selflessness, he repeatedly suffered the double torment of Brunshill's kind expression and conscientious condemnation. Roland, who is pure and always able to think for others, does not know how to organize language to continue the conversation. Between infatuation and hesitation, time does not stay any longer, Ran Ran flows away from the two embracing people.
"..."
Guru Guru--
No matter how attached to the feeling of being held tight, or how to struggle with your own behavior and the position that you can't handle it. If you are hungry, you will continue to send out embarrassing and embarrassing protests.
Roland wrinkled his face almost crying, Leleke stood up anxiously, mumbled, "Oh, oh, forget again", and ran away swayingly.
"Colonel, now is not a time to relax and enjoy tea. Please order a recycling operation."
"Please colonel to issue the MDS license."
Recently, there were some jīng spirit officers who were quite wrong, and together they submitted an urgent request to their supreme chief. The grim, a little anxious face is like the tension before the war.
"The situation is not so bad that you have to use force, just look at it now."
The lip line was slightly bent, Li Lin didn't seem to realize that the situation was serious, and the flirty words were sent out.
His men can't do the same calm and ease~ EbookFREE.me~ His face is flushed, and his head is completely under the explosion of a high-pressure boiler. Various remedial plans and sealing measures have been continuously formulated, planned, and pushed back. The pressure accumulated by the ultra-high-speed reuse of thinking circuits almost drives them crazy.
In the future military backbone and scheduled members of the General Staff's prediction of Roland's 7-day wild life, there is no situation when Roland encounters humans, and there is no relevant corresponding plan.
It’s not that these general candidates alternately negligently lead to a situation in front of them that they can’t do anything other than anxiously get angry and roll up their sleeves to take extreme measures. It’s more likely that the situation will happen than a silly gambler can get into with a brass In the casino, it may be a bit smaller next morning.
The northern snow country [Lapland] belongs to a typical country with a large area and a small population. If you walk in the inland area for a week and you can see the traces of human life, you should praise the favor of the goddess Mafa. If your lucky value hasn’t been exhausted and you can meet humans, please don’t be too happy. If you meet pedestrians or robbers who have been waiting for their prey for several weeks, you have to see whether your lucky balance is sufficient. .
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