My name is Wu Ge, I was originally a navy, and I was supposed to be discharged from the army in 133 days, because I was eaten by a monster and reborn as a little Tyrannosaurus rex, and my monster mother abandoned me very irresponsibly.

Also, I used to be a human being.

This demon elf is a whole piece with his hand, and it will not be broken into three or four pieces as thick as its palm. Except for a little, he will do a little bit of fine work, better than it, but what is the use? It disdains to dig, and to bring him here is to tell him to dig.

Broken bones smell the black blind man near the palm, and it warns! Woo-woo-this demon elf also knew the danger and stood up, and the broken bones carried him on his back, and it took it and carried it to the tree.

It didn't take long for him to see a bear with glasses hobbling in. There were also two sweet potatoes on the ground, and the spectacled bear smiled happily.

He began to admire the white ape's superb insight. In his eyes, the instinct of human beings is nothing more than this, the broken skull of the white ape carries him through the vines, the wonderful feeling fills the rainforest and makes him feel it with his heart, and the baboons are scared away when they encounter the giant Donkey Kong.

He and it went back to the little hut on the platform, which was a little messy, and the pesky Grey Slips took advantage of them to start causing trouble. Broken Bones sat there, motionless, what was it thinking? Oh, hehe, it's impossible to tell the demon elf about this, it has something on its mind, and it just wants to go back to the place where it was born.

The mother ape gave birth to a baby white ape in a cave full of bones.

The demon elf leaned over, its broken bones staring into the distance, as if unfettered by the noisy sight in front of it, and it leaped into the rainforest. The demon elves watched the baboons make a noise, and he had to watch out, these nasty creatures liked to rip his clothes.

Around dusk, the broken bones came back, the demon elf was thirsty and dry, he made a gesture of drinking water to show the broken bones, the broken bones understood for a while, immediately understood, and led him over the palm forest. The Amazon tributaries are dotted with them, and he and it come down after making sure that there is no danger, this is every time you drink and hunt you must make sure that it is safe to do so, you can go down the tree, once they climb the tree any predator can help them, they can quickly disappear in a state of rapid leap without being detected.

The broken bones let the demon elves drink first, and then drink themselves, and the crocodiles are on the opposite bank, and the bloody tooth-picking birds are eating the parasites wholeheartedly for the "owner".

On the third day, Broken Bones looked at the demon elf, and it was half confused that the demon elf wanted to go down the tree by itself. Could it be that he is not satisfied standing on the tree and peeing downward, is it not happy that he is squatting down and pulling poop, and he still wants to go down the tree to pee and poop?

Its soul certainly did not understand some of the things that his soul was anxious to do.

Maybe it's interest, maybe it's love, and one day it will leave him.

Broken bones carried him, just now he had fallen and died, it supervised him next to him, every time he fell, it fell in his hands, this kind of game is very boring, it flashed around the demon elf and laughed at his climbing skills from time to time, it was a natural rainforest warrior, the demon elf went down to the tree and climbed up, tossed back and forth three or four times he began to rest, well, he knew how to get down from this towering ancient tree.

From time to time, the broken bones grinned and laughed, ignoring its cynicism.

A copy of "Righteous Desire" hovers in the two worlds of black and white, whether it is black or white, I am me.