My name is Jingmo, I'm a goblin, but, I'm not an adult yet, I'm still a cub, and recently I have one thing I can't figure out, which is about interracial races.

The thing I hear the most is that the aliens are fragile and useless, they are lazy and lazy, and they are weak, but it is a coincidence that they come to comb some goblins and clean the caves, which is very good.

A lot of goblins are happy to buy one, or catch one and come back to play, and my little friends have one or two of them at home, which they use to clean the place where they live, because some goblins are really terrible at home.

But my father and mother didn't allow us to have any aliens in our house, and if we wanted to clean it up, we had to do it ourselves.

I asked my mother why she did this, and she said with a very strange expression, "We are goblins, and we can't lose the backbone of goblins."

I don't understand, what is the backbone of a goblin, so what does it have to do with buying an alien to clean the cave? But I don't think I'm wrong about my mother's words.

I couldn't figure it out, so I went to play with my friends, and there was a chubby friend who said that his alien race was dead, saying that the alien race was too fragile and not fun at all.

The friends around me are all agreeing, but I know that it is not like that, it is their family that forces the alien race to pick the fruit of the high place, and the alien falls and hurts himself, and the family does not save him, and the alien dies like this.

I asked my mother what to do, and she looked angry, but when she rushed to the door and stopped to look at me, she sighed sadly, then shook her head and went back to where she was.

I don't understand why my mother is so sad. But what if you see me and stop?

Well, far away, when the little friend said this, he looked very unhappy, and the other friends said that it would be good to buy another one.

I don't understand, my mother told me that life is a precious thing, so why they can say so easily to buy another one.

Isn't there a goblin in their house who waits at home like their father and mother?

I'd love to ask them like that. But I looked at them, and after saying these things, they said where to play next? I suddenly realized that my mother used to say something terrible.

It's really scary, they are all cubs just like me, but I think there is something different about them.

Then I remembered what my mother had told me, and he told me. Whatever you see or find, don't say it, just keep silent.

When my mother said this, my father was by my side, and they were all equally sad and heavy.

The father said that they could not change anything, but to remain silent, otherwise.

The father did not continue, because the mother stopped him. But the father's expression was as sad as the mother's.

I don't understand. I asked another of my friends. My friends said that my father and mother are big demons who have lived for a long time, and what they see and think must have their own truth.

My friend is a female beast. But she still played with us. Because my friends are very powerful. She could easily knock down one of the strongest of ours here.

We discussed it and planned to go for a run in the nearby mountains today. Then go pick some fruit or something.

Even though we were so late every day, we didn't know why. As long as we get to that mountain, as long as we are in the mountain, we will be happy.

I'm going to go today. On the way up the mountain, we met the goblins who had gone to capture the clan. They carry strange tools. That's the tool we know.

We all stopped, and then looked at them curiously. I recognized it, and one of them was the brother of our little friends. He's still young.

The little friend also spotted him, and he led us forward curiously, boldly asking about things.

The result? The goblins who were going to catch a group laughed and said these things, and let us go.

Of course we didn't want to leave, those things we didn't see, my friends and I were very curious, and wanted to take a closer look, but what? The adult elves didn't want us to see it, so they grabbed us by the neck and threw us out.

Oops, it won't hurt! Because we're goblins! Only the fragile aliens would be hurt by being thrown out like this!

Then we left. I went to the mountains to run and jump and didn't come back until evening.

My mother looked at me twice. Then I was washed with my own hands. Mother's strength is just too great. Even though I'm a goblin, it still hurts me a little bit.

But looking at my mother's unhappy face, I still didn't say it.

At this moment, a goblin howled outside, and the mother heard it and went out. Curious, I followed to the door.

I heard my mother say, "There are no extra spirit stones left at home." If you want to buy it, just ask somewhere else! ”

I remember that there were a lot of spirit stones in the back of the house. But why did the mother say no? I didn't understand, but I didn't say it.

Because the mother said that when adult goblins speak, cubs can't interject at will, which is called respect.

What is respect? I do not know. Is there any respect for us among the goblins? I don't know.

Later, the goblin who came left but I saw that his face seemed to be very unsightly. When my mother came back, she rubbed my head twice and was about to go back to sleep.

The sign that her father had left for her lit up. It's strange that this sign rarely lights up, and every time it lights up, my mother will go out, and this time will be no exception.

My mother told me not to go out as she was leaving. Don't speak to any goblins who come to them. Everything is waiting for her, or for her father to come back.

I agreed. Because my mother has been doing this all these years, I am a well-behaved cub and will not cause trouble to my mother.

My mother left, and I ate something at home. And then. I'm changing at home, form. Most of the goblins living here are in this form. I think this mentality is strange. Because we're in the beast form of the fairy body, or the plant form, isn't it better? But they feel that this form is better, and they walk in the world.

But don't they know that this form really resembles those aliens? That's right, in fact, that alien has its own name! I heard my mother say that. She used to say it very vaguely. Because these things are not allowed to be mentioned, and as for why you don't ask me, I'm just a cub.

Those aliens used to have names, Terrans, and Immortals.

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