Wonderland, talking animals, smiling cats, shrinking drinks, cakes that make people bigger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This is a special Alice in Wonderland.

No, according to what Vicky said, it should be considered a blackened version, or a crazy version?

There are enough troubles, Roger really wants to ask Vicky, big sister, did you really not go to the wrong set? Black Shadow Dingtian is even a grotesque movie, your story has to be made into a movie at the restricted level, and the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television is not allowed to release it.

The sun had risen in Narnia, and Roger, who had slept in the beaver hut all night, had woken up, but he didn't look like he was about to get up, and he was thinking about it on the small bed.

Ms. Beaver's voice came from the living room: "Children, wake up, breakfast is ready, get up and eat." ”

Caroline sat up sleepily, looked at Roger, who was still lying down, and stretched out her foot to kick him: "Hey, get up for breakfast, I feel like I'm going to be hungry." ”

Roger opened his eyes and smiled maliciously, "In view of last night's food, I advise you not to hope anything for breakfast." ”

Caroline didn't come to her senses yet, and reacted in a daze for a while before she said in despair, "Oh my God, I'm going to starve to death if I continue like this." ”

"I hope you'll change your form before you starve to death, I haven't seen a real werewolf yet. Roger said with a yawn.

Vicky, who had already gotten up, walked in: "Roger, Caroline, are you awake? Go and wash your face first." ”

Roger got out of bed and stretched hard: "Morning, Alice......"

Vicky paused for a moment and asked in surprise, "How do you know my real name is Alice?

Roger sweated first, and was thinking about Alice's adventures in Wonderland, when he unconsciously cried out: "Yes, you said it last night." ”

Caroline asked, confused, "Did Vicky say that last night?"

Roger Khan Zai: "You are hungry and have a bad memory......"

Vicky smiled and said softly, "Actually, it's nothing, I didn't dare to use my real name because I was afraid that you would know that I was in an insane asylum, and now it doesn't matter." Introduce yourself officially, Alice Liddell. (later renamed Alice)

Roger mysteriously pulled Alice over: "Tell me quietly, what does the female beaver make for breakfast?"

Caroline immediately looked at her nervously: "It's not still a fish, right?"

Alice nodded: "There are fish and some vegetables." ”

After washing, the three of them sat at the dining table, and Caroline looked at the raw carrots and cabbage on the plate and sighed: "Seriously, I have never felt that carrots are so delicious." ”

Roger spat out the dry and hard fish head: "That's because Willie can't make this kind of fish." ”

Caroline watched speechlessly as Roger ate two smoked fish that looked and smelled unappetizing, and she really didn't want to complain about anything more.

Then the beaver hurriedly broke through the door: "They're coming, quick, get your things, let's go, go to Aslan." ”

The mother beaver replied, "Oh, okay." He hurriedly turned around and stuffed a basket with all kinds of food.

Roger didn't look anxious at all, looked at the busy female beaver and asked slowly, "What is she doing?"

The mother beaver kept hurrying, "You will thank me when you look back, it will be a long journey, and the beaver will become very irritable when he is hungry." ”

The beaver said frantically, "I'm very irritable now!"

Alice went over to help and looked at the jam in the basket, "Do you think we need jam now?"

Roger stretched out his finger and dipped a little and tasted it: "You're going to need it, this thing tastes good." ”

When Caroline heard this, she quickly packed the various sauce jars in the house: "Jam! ”

The barking of the beast approached the beaver's hut, and the beaver cried out in despair: "No! it's too late!

Caroline approached the door with a wary expression, her muscles tensed: "Roger, Vi... Alice, go get a gun. ”

Roger hurriedly grabbed the panicked beaver: "What about the tunnel you dug with the badger? ”

The beaver was confused: "What tunnel? What am I digging there for?"

"It's for running away!"

"If you don't come, I won't even be eligible to be arrested......"

Rodger was speechless, silently pulled out an MP40 submachine gun from his bag, put a shotgun on his back, thought about it and found a few grenades and put them in his jacket pocket.

Alice looked for it, ignored the gun handed by Roger, went into the kitchen and took out a kitchen knife for chopping vegetables, and skillfully waved it a few times: "It feels good, Mr. Beaver, can you tell me who the enemy is?"

"Mergrim, the White Witch's faithful lackey. ”

Roger recalled, "The police chief, the one who took the goat?"

The female beaver nervously leaned behind her husband and said, "Orgrim is a wolf, to be exact. Half of Narnia's people were captured by it. ”

Roger whistled lightly: "Full of evil~"

Inside the house, movement outside the house could be clearly heard, and a deep voice sounded outside the door: "Catch them." ”

Then there was a roar mixed with the sound of claws stirring the walls of the house, which were not solid, but were made of two beavers staggered together with branches.

Roger looked around the room: "Go out, you can't stay in the house, the space here is too cramped, and the danger of being dumplings here is even greater." ”

Roger aimed at the doorway, motioning for Caroline to lean sideways and push the door open.

Caroline nodded with a serious expression, glanced at a few people in the room, stretched out a hand, slowly pulled the latch away, and with a sharp force, the wooden door opened wide.

Roger made a quick decision and pulled the trigger.

A series of bullets grazed the door frame and flew farther and farther......

Roger wiped his cold sweat and smiled awkwardly at the unscathed wolf outside the door: "Mogrim?"

The head wolf stared at him coldly: "This is not your war, human, put down the strange weapon in your hand, I will let you go." ”

The beaver shouted excitedly from behind: "Don't listen to it, it's lying to you!"

Roger lowered the muzzle of the gun and patted his chest with reassurance: "Whew, I said you earlier." I was taken aback, and if you do the math, we're still relatives. After thinking about it for a while, I felt that it was a bit of a shame to be related to a beast, so I added: "Uh... Distant relative. ”

Orgrim was hypocritically squaking, but his footsteps were slowly approaching, "Oh, really, how did I not know that I had a distant human relative?"

Roger looked at the head wolf who was about to step into the door with one foot, and smiled: "You'll know right away... Caroline!him!" and threw the troll that had just been handed to her before he had time to do so.

Orgrim was startled, but Caroline, who was hiding by the door, pounced on it, and slammed her mouth firmly into its wolf face.

Roger covered his face and didn't want to look at it anymore: "You... It's too cruel, don't even shoot it in the face..."

Orgrim took the blow to his heart, whimpered and screamed, and fell out. It opened its mouth and knocked out a few teeth, then stared at Caroline viciously with a mouthful of blood: "You annoy me, little girl!"

Caroline hadn't experienced much of a battle after all, and was startled when she saw the ferocity of the wolf. Then he reacted, and with a fierce roar, the transformation began.

I saw that Caroline's legs slowly became thicker and elongated, tearing through the pants that had fit, and her palms became thick and powerful, and her fingertips grew sharp nails, and pale yellow hairs of the same color as her hair spread all over her body.

Roger looked at his sister who had not changed much, and complained to Caroline in disappointment: "This is the end? ”

Caroline glanced back at him, and Roger saw her mouth full of sharp teeth and complained: "Don't look back, your face is matched with your pale yellow hair, I seriously doubt that you are not a werewolf at all, but a golden monkey." ”