I was going to tell my friends to leave. These are used to imprison aliens, but it's not fun to care about what we do. And when I look at this place, I always feel a little sad and sad.

Because I also have a foreign race hidden in my house, but I can't tell anyone else that the other race is like that, soft and vulnerable. It must be hard to be held in such a shady place, right?

But that's not what the guys think, they want to go in and have a look, to see what it's like in here? Maybe you can meet one or two good aliens and replace them at home. It's as simple as saying something about the fruit that can be eaten, the fruit that can be discarded.

Isn't that a life?

I didn't understand, but my mother told me not to say it. So I didn't say it.

But then they decided to go in and have a look, and I was actually very curious, but it would be unwise to go into the territory of other goblins like this.

But we still sneaked over it. Sure enough, I saw a lot of groups. Those aliens. 0 is scattered here. When they saw us, they didn't seem surprised. It's just that we're separated as we walk past.

Friends, I want to reach out and grab those aliens instinctively to hide, but how can they hide from us? Because they're so fragile and harmless.

I followed and just watched quietly. This is the first time I've seen so many aliens.

My father and mother told me not to contact people of any other race, but not to beat or scold them. But those goblins around me. Those old goblins. will tell us that aliens are fragile and deserve to die, and they are also evil. They always say that these aliens are dead.

They say that sooner or later these aliens will bring disaster, but no goblin will believe it. Because those aliens are so vulnerable. What can they do? They can't do anything.

But when I look at these alien faces. I felt scared. There is also a strange feeling. I secretly asked my friend, and my friend told me that it was called guilt and guilt.

I know why my friend knows this feeling, because she also has this expression. She and I were a little scared and I wanted to go home. I don't want to see these aliens.

Even though they were expressionless, the sparkle in their eyes was too frightening for the goblins.

But I always felt like there was something hidden in them. They want to pounce on me, kill me, and make us never leave here again. I don't know why we feel the way we do. But this intuition can't be wrong.

There's something that blows up at a point. The eyes of many aliens have fallen on us. This makes us feel very uncomfortable and sad. My little friends, some of them have already blown up.

When I noticed the gaze of an alien while I was looking around, I knew that they wanted to kill us if they could.

Obviously, these aliens were so docile when they were bought back by those friends. But why is the alien race here so indifferent?

I don't understand, but my friend is scared. So she began to howl. I understood what she meant, she was trying to call his parents over.

But did she forget that we snuck in here? We weren't supposed to be here.

Sure enough, they didn't call their parents, but they called the goblins who were guarding the place.

The goblins were upset to see us, and they started beating us with long sticks and then drove us out of here.

That stick was very long and hard, and it hurt so much when it hit me! Neither my father nor my mother ever beat me like that.

So we began to disperse, trying to escape, and a goblin followed me, and he was pumping me one by one. Why was he still smiling when he hit me?

I don't understand, but he pushed me too hard and threw me into a crowd of aliens.

I was dazed and dizzy. Then I felt as if someone had picked me up and put me inside. All that exists here are aliens. So whoever picks me up is an interracial one?

The older ones around me tell me that aliens are evil and deserve to be lost the most, but their hands are so soft, so warm. The goblins will beat me, but they won't. They're going to hide me behind their backs. Then when the goblin asked me where I was, he said he didn't know.

I saw that the goblin who hit me was also beating them. But they remained silent. Silence hides me behind their backs.

Why? Suddenly, I felt tears welling up in my eyes, and the strange name of guilt and guilt grew.

In the end, the goblin scolded and left. After the goblin left. An alien picked me up. I could feel his paws tremble. I thought he was going to throw me out because the goblins around me did. Because I won't get hurt. But he didn't.

He sent me underneath something made tall out of wood. Then ask me if I can go? I said yes. Then he said in a low voice, "You go, hurry up."

I wanted to stay for a while, but I heard him and he said it would be too late if you didn't leave.

It was only when he said this that I looked at the other aliens, and they looked at me with no friendliness at all. Then I ran away as if I were leaving. They didn't like me. But why should they protect me?

Knowing that I wouldn't get hurt, they were so fragile and harmless. But why should they protect me?

After I escaped from here, I was waiting for my friends to come in the same place where I used to play with my friends. Then I waited for a while, and my friends came back one after another. But that chubby little friend is gone. He didn't come back.

Why? My friends and I looked at each other. Why didn't that chubby little friend come back? We didn't know, but we were scared and quietly went back.

When I got home, my mother was surprised, she didn't understand why I came back early, I would come back late on weekdays.

But my mother was happy when I came back. I ate the food my mother brought me and went back to sleep.

When night falls, the moon is round, but how do I feel like there is a different color on this moon?

I couldn't tell the color, but my mother told me it was red.

I don't know how long it took. I was suddenly awakened by the screaming coming from outside. I'll tell. It was the chubby little friend, the voice of the parents. They are calling out to their children, desperate.

But the chubby little guy he didn't respond. Didn't come back either.

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