When I heard that, I was scared. The next day I went to my little friend. It was a skinny little guy. I told him that I heard the chubby little friend's parents howling at night.

When he heard me say, he was scared too. Then he whispered to me. He saw it. Those fragile, sensory aliens. Covering the chubby little friend's mouth, holding the pointed thing, slicing open the little partner's fragile throat.

Our throats are fragile. Take something pointy and open it with a stroke. When you cut it open, some of it will flow out. It's not very pretty.

I'm scared. I asked my friend how he knew? My friend told me that he was hiding behind at the time. He didn't dare to move forward, he said that the eyes of those people were as if they wanted to eat a chubby little friend.

Then when he said this, he trembled, and after a long time he stopped shaking. I was supposed to comfort him, but I was scared too.

Then the little friend said again. He saw it with his own eyes. After those aliens bloomed in the throat of the little friend, the chubby little friend trembled, and after that, the chubby little friend never moved again.

Then he saw the aliens hiding their friends. He heard those people say that they want to eat, and the chubby little friends are going to be burned and eaten.

He was so scared that he ran away again.

I was also scared to be even more scared after hearing him say that. I suddenly thought about it and remembered it again. When I went to that place, the aliens didn't do this to me, but hid me, why?

I don't understand, but I was separated from my buddy. I went back home and saw my father. Father came back a little early today.

I was scared, so I secretly told my father that I was going to tell him a story that he couldn't tell other goblins.

My father agreed. Then I told him what my friend had told me. And I told him about me.

I asked my father why the aliens had cut the throat of that little friend, but not mine. Obviously they have a chance, and there are so many of them. If they hold me down, I won't be able to run away, after all, I'm just a cub, not an adult cub yet.

When my father heard this, he seemed very frightened. Then he took me in his arms and said. I don't understand that there are sighs of gratitude in some strange way, but I am scared.

My father told me not to go out lately. He won't let me out, and I won't go out. Actually, I really wanted to see if my chubby little friend was what my skinny little friend said.

But I didn't dare. I always felt that those aliens were actually trying to keep me and the rest of my friends behind, although I don't know why they let me go.

But my father told me that I should be grateful because I survived. Because those people have controlled their hatred.

What is a person? Oh, I remembered. Those aliens have another name, called people.

I asked my father stupidly, and his expression was very sad. He said. Those aliens will not remain silent.

Sooner or later, they will one day. The banner of revenge will be raised. Then burn the flames of hatred to an entire race of goblins.

The father also said. Sooner or later, elves will pay a heavy price for what they have done.

They deserve it.

My father also said that the alien race was very powerful. No race can match them. But one day disaster struck. The goblin turned over and became the master of this world. But the goblins did wrong after becoming masters.

I asked my father what was wrong, but he didn't answer me. Father said. The aliens want to tear us alive and eat our flesh because of our blood.

I'm scared. I asked my father why this was the case. Father just sighed and said that you are still young, and you will know later.

I nestled in the haystack and looked outside, I couldn't sleep. My father rarely told me about these things, but he said a lot today. And I noticed that when my father said that the aliens might come for revenge, when he mentioned the aliens, his expression was admiring, and there was a sense of envy.

Why? Why is this the case? Obviously, those aliens have such a short lifespan, their bodies are so fragile, and their claws are not sharp. Why did the father mention them when he brought them up? The look was so admirable. It was as if he had seen before, seen the splendor created by those aliens.

I'm too young to understand. But I'm a little scared, what will happen if I understand one day?

Later, the chubby little friend still didn't come back, and his parents went crazy and searched like they still couldn't find it.

Then, in a fit of rage, he killed several aliens from other people's families.

It is said that the adult goblins were angry, but for some reason, they endured it.

We can't go to the mountains anymore these days, we're scared.

My friends and I went to find an old goblin who liked to tell stories and listened to him tell stories.

The old leprechaun was really old, and his skin was wrinkled, like the bark of a tree.

But he was always happy to see us, and he saw that we would bring us some delicious fruit to eat.

He will tell a lot of stories, bizarre and exciting, and the most attractive one is a story about immortals.

That story is very long, the fairy in the story goes to heaven and earth, omnipotent, my little friend has always thought that the fairy is some powerful demon.

But only I know that those are aliens, they are fragile aliens, these are what the old goblins secretly told me.

Because, most of the goblins look down on the aliens and think they are too vulnerable, but the old goblin doesn't think so, and he always secretly tells me the same thing as my father.

He'll say that sooner or later, those aliens will come back and slaughter the goblins of the world, because we've gone too far.

I was incredulous to hear this, I thought it was impossible, I retorted to the old goblin's words, but the old goblin just sighed and didn't say anything, he said I was too young to understand.

I'm not too young, why do I say that, I don't know, but I don't want to know either.

Today, the old goblin still told us some stories about the fairies, but everyone had something in their hearts, and they didn't want to listen to these words anymore, so they asked the old goblin, is that chubby little friend dead?

The old goblin didn't answer his expression became heavy, and then he began to ask us what was going on, and none of us answered.

But the old goblin told us that there are some things that we must witness in person, and we hope that there will not be such a day, otherwise, it will be really sad.

Just as the old goblin was saying this, another goblin came outside the door, so don't talk nonsense to the old goblin.

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