My eyes went dark. Something like an arm wrapped around me, pinching me up and lifting my feet off the ground. The owner of the arm, I don't know if it was a human or a ghost, clung me tightly to my side, and ran wildly in the dark.

I was so frightened in my heart that I opened my mouth to breathe, but a mass of things blocked me, covering my mouth, I couldn't get up in one breath, and I was about to faint when I saw it, and suddenly there was a scratch on my shoulder, as if I was rubbing against the edge of something extremely sharp, and there was a sharp pain, and the pain made me wake up instantly!

Who is this?!What is he going to do?!Where am I?!

The extreme pain was like the switch of a lamp, "Bang!" A loud bang opens up the bright world. I saw me being caught under the armpit by a short, lean, blurred man, galloping through the narrow gaps!

He didn't forget to put his other hand over my mouth and nose!

The crevices are flanked by raised rocks. I guess my shoulder was scratched by these rocks. The pain made me look sideways—my shoulders were a blur, and something was running down my skin.

I closed my eyes. Don't look at it.

The man stopped abruptly. The hand that grabbed me didn't let go. At the moment my face was facing down in the bump, and I couldn't look up at his face to see what had happened, and his steps came to an abrupt halt.

In the darkness, no one spoke, only the sound of his breathing—unhurried—and the sound of falling droplets. It was the liquid that fell from my shoulder.

In the dark and narrow crevices, there was a sweet fishy smell soaked in moisture.

He bent over, pinched my hand tightly, as if he wanted to get close to smell me, the other hand released slightly, my heart was horizontal, I opened my face, opened my mouth and shouted: "Brother save me!!"

He was not wary and let his hands go. I loosened my shackles, broke free, and ran wildly. Which tube is rugged under the feet and swallowed at the side!

Flee. Flee. Flee!

Something strange is gradually noticed. The ground beneath his feet became more and more flat and open, and the rocks on his side became smoother and farther away.

I actually came to a wide hole.

This. This is not the gap I was just dragged into. I. I actually ran in the opposite direction completely.

The hard shell of my courage shattered into pieces, carrying my residual warmth, and scattered in all directions. I collapsed on the ground, soft, cold, and desperate, like a puddle of snot.

Tired...... I'm so hungry...... I'm so scared...... Brother, don't you want to be beautiful?

Someone was pulling my eyelids. Someone was blowing into my ears and eyes. Someone was tugging at my hair. Hair Zaza. Noisy. A rare and small voice was calling urgently: "Meiyi, Meiyi, wake up, get up!"

The light is like hot water, and little by little. My eyelids seemed to be burned, and I opened them suddenly.

Three elven figures lined up around my face. It's Xiao Jiao who pouts and has a wrinkled little face, Xiao Jiao who pouts angrily and doesn't want to look at half of his face, and the third guy, who has nothing to do with himself, is the furthest away from me, but he has a small strand of my hair in his hand - he must have pulled my hair just now!

As soon as I saw them, I grinned, and a hairy head suddenly came to me, causing me to flick backwards!

What is this—people, things, animals, monsters?

A head of algae-green hair, dense and spread throughout my face, leaving only a pair of green eyes, innocent and cruel, as if with claws, clawed tightly gripping my face.

I was horrified in my heart, and was about to scream (Meiyi, Meiyi, what else would you do but scream at you), but the monster suddenly said coquettishly, word by word: "Mom, don't eat her yet, I like this doll." "As he spoke, his eyes did not leave me.

"Good boy, listen to you. A female voice sounded beside her, very soft, "But-", the female voice was softer: "It's going to be a belly after all." We've been hungry for too long. ”

Every word, gentle and homely, but it makes me feel cold. I don't have the courage to look for the source of the word.

The three elven villains flew over, pointed into my ear, and shouted in unison, "Why are you stunned!

With that, he turned and slammed into the green-haired monster.

My nose was sore, and I couldn't tell whether I was moved or scared, but I felt the blood in my chest rolling, and tears bursting out. They are saving me! In the blur of tears, I saw the five short-haired green-haired monsters, but their arms were surprisingly long, long and flexible, and they took three of them in their hands, and instantly held all the elf villains in their hands!

I didn't care about wiping my tears, but I saw that the three elf villains were tightly squeezed in his hands, and they were about to twist.

I stared at him, green hair, bulging cheeks, and an interest in my eyes—good boy. He's still a kid!

"I like you too!" I yelled at him.

"Huh?" he turned his face to look at me, green eyes, flashing light, animal-like innocence and cunning.

"Yes, yes, I like you too!" I nodded busily. Stared at his hairy face with a gagging gasp.

He leaned closer, strands of algae-green hair falling down my face, and said eagerly, "Is it the kind of liking of good friends?"

The kind of liking of a good friend? Yes or no? Which answer did he want?

"Yes!" I replied through gritted teeth.

He screamed, threw away the elf in his hand, and grabbed me. As I said, he was short, but he couldn't hold his long arms, and he held me firmly in his arms. There is also a surplus.

Hairy Tied Arms. The bosom of Mao Zaza. Damp breath. Quirky taste. But I distinctly heard the sound of a small hammer pounding, all of a sudden, all of a sudden.

"You've had enough. A man said in a deep voice. As I spoke, the man reached out and tore the green-haired monster apart from me.

I knew who this person was just by looking at it. It is the one who has taken me captive from the crevices of the cliffs.

In the light of the cave, I finally saw him clearly. Short and stout, with a dark and green complexion, like some kind of plant growing close to the ground, bitter and cold. Two extremely long arms hung out uncoincidentally at the sides, as if they were extra branches. A hazard of pale green hair, braided and piled up at the back of his head. I can't tell my age, but my eyes are cloudy green, as if I have precipitated too much debris in the pond. There is no life. But they want to devour everything.

I looked at him. There is only one word that comes to mind: hunger. Hungrier than me.

The green-haired monster's long arms seemed to stretch and roll around my waist with a "swish", pulling me back into his arms again, face facing outward. This time I was finally able to see the cave and the owner of the female voice.

The cave was spacious and tall, at least a little extra tall for the dwarf, green-haired creatures. The walls of the cave were smooth, high and low written with strange handwriting and jumbled paintings, all of which were faces, animal faces, human faces, and the faces of some unknown creatures, all of which were arranged in a staggered manner, all of which had a pair of frightened eyes, staring at me obsessively. It is the empty face that holds its breath as the soul is sucked away instantly.

The woman was standing some distance from me, holding a torch in her hand. The firelight illuminated the entire cavern, but it shrouded her closest in the shadows. I saw only that she was dressed in a very simple dark robe, her skeleton was thin, her body and her restraint kept her distance from me, her whole face glowing green in two clusters of emerald green light, and the green light stared at me unabashedly—the wound on one side of her arm that was rubbed against the rocks, still dripping with red liquid.

My heart jumped, my eyelids jumped a few times, and for some reason, there was a feeling of familiarity and fear at the same time, and it made me want to vomit.

Suddenly, his waist tightened, and a hot voice said behind him: "Not enough! Not enough! This doll should be kept, and if you want to eat, you can eat other dolls!"

Oh my god, I almost forgot, I'm still in my arms with this green-haired monster!

The green-haired man and the green-haired woman stepped forward at the same time, and the man naturally took the torch from the woman's hand and inserted it into the ring seat of the cave wall. The woman's face is completely exposed to the bright light. The white-green skin seemed to be drained of moisture, and it tightened on her delicate facial bones, so that the bones at the top of her cheeks were about to poke out at any moment, and she looked precarious. The complexion is steep, numb and ruthless. There is only a pair of green eyes, full of storms, twinkling. Her messy algae-green hair hung down, and she reached out to pull it away, as if the wind was blowing away the mist from the lake.

Now I finally see the disgust and hunger in this woman's eyes.

I instinctively winced at the green-haired monster behind me—he was a little safer than he was.

"Good boy—" The woman suddenly leaned over, and without looking at me, reached out to the wounded part of my shoulder, and then leaned over to the man behind me, and said softly, "Taste it, have you really forgotten this wonderful taste?"