Mother soon returned, and he also brought back a goblin, as well as an alien. The alien seemed to be in a coma all the time. My mother told me that she was asleep.

I asked my mother why she didn't wake up, and she told me she was tired.

Then Mother hid them next door to the spirit stone where we put it. Then tell me quietly. Don't mention it to any goblins. I agreed, and then my mother went out with the goblin, the black and white goblin, and asked me to look at the alien for a moment.

This is the first time I've been so close to a foreign race, and my father and mother don't let me play with other people on weekdays. They say they'll be attacked by other goblins, why? My mother said I didn't need to know.

Mother always sighed and said. I'm still young. There's no need to rush. Then they will say that it is better to grow up as soon as possible, and disaster is coming.

But I've heard other goblins say that my mother and father are always babbling about the coming disaster, and they say that what my mother and father say is false.

I hate their tone. So before they could finish speaking, I left.

It's a long way to go. Mother put that interracial in a place where the name was a bed. It's weird. Shouldn't we just find a haystack to lie down on, or lie on a stone platform to sleep on?

Why is there such a thing called bed in the house?

I stood beside the sleeping alien. I saw her paws. Thin and white. I'm curious. So I became alien, and I looked at my paws in that shape. Is the claw in this shape the same as hers?

Mother said he was a woman. It's a girl. That's what the female beast means. Then the mother also said that the female beast should not be touched casually. Well, but I was so curious, so I quietly touched her with my paw.

It's a little icy, but it's still very soft! It's not like my claws at all. I often work outside in the mountains and forests, running around and jumping around. That's why my claws are hard and thick. She is different, soft and tender, as if it will be broken when you pinch it.

But the feeling is not bad. So I pinched it a few more times. Then her paw moved, gently holding mine.

I was terrified, and hurriedly looked at the alien who was still unconscious. Only then did he notice that the alien opened his eyes. I heard her shout.

Her voice was soft, and then I felt as if she was grappling my paw again. After looking at me and realizing that I wasn't the ball. He looked at me calmly for a moment before closing his eyes.

I heard it, and she whispered a gnocchi before closing her eyes, but it was very quiet. But I can still hear it!

I think it's a big deal. But I was still reluctant to let go of her claws. Her claws are really soft. Softer than a mother's claws.

But I thought about it and felt that I should still tell my mother about these things.

Then I put her paw down. Run out and tell your mother!

When I told my mother, the fairy was there, and she seemed very happy when she heard me say this. I was excited. It was as if I had seen my favorite fruit. That sweet bite was full of fragrant fruit.

But it didn't seem to be the same, because he didn't want to eat the fruit like I did.

Then my mother told me to keep watch. And told me that I can't go out and play for the last few days. Because I'm guarding that alien at home, I'll see when she'll wake up.

I asked my mother why she kept sleeping, and was it bad to wake up running and jumping? My mother told me. She is sick and needs to rest.

What does it mean to be sick? I don't understand what this means? Because goblins don't get sick, they only get hurt, they only die.

But my mother just shook her head sadly and didn't answer my question. A few days later, my father returned. My father seemed to know the black and white goblin. They say a lot. Then the goblin asked Father if he wanted to leave with them?

Then the father was silent for a long time and then looked at the mother, and they shook their heads and said no, this is their home. My father rubbed my head as he spoke. I don't understand what my father meant at the time? But I feel like they've made some tough decisions.

But I don't want to leave here, because it's not only my father and mother, but also my little friends!

And the older goblins who tell us stories.

I kept the alien at home, and after many days, my mother finally let me go out to play.

My friends asked me what I was doing? I said there was a guest at home, the guest was sick, and I was going to see it.

This was heard by a fairy who likes to tell stories to scare us. He asked us who were our guests? I told him he was a little black and white goblin, but he was amazing.

Then the goblin left.

The goblin would often say strange things, saying that it was better for all the aliens to die. Sooner or later, he said, those aliens would bring misfortune. When he said this, his face was really ugly.

But no one listened to them, because they all said that interracial was very useful. It's a shame to kill it like that. And the alien race is not the same as us. They have very little time to live. And it's fragile, and you can die casually. We're different, we've been growing up for too long.

They all said that alienism was not a problem, but they didn't notice the strange stares of the goblins around them as they said this. The gaze was strange and strange. And the goblins with such eyes are very old.

I went to play with my friends again today, but we seemed to get a little lost today, and we came to a place we hadn't seen before. Here there are some tall things made of wood, as if they are used to keep something out.

But this height is a piece of cake for us, and these things can't stop me, us. But if it's not to stop us, then what?

We discussed together why some friends suddenly said this, tall things made of wood, probably used to stop those aliens.

Then he mysteriously told us that they had heard of it before. A large place for the internment of aliens. And it seems that all the aliens in his family bought it from here.

They say it's not bad to say the wild ones, but the wild ones will pounce on them like crazy. I want to hurt them. Even if their claws are so fragile, so soft. But they will still pounce on them without hesitation. And then hurt the goblins. Therefore, few people go to catch the wild ones.

Because the goblins say that the wild aliens are insane.

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