Chapter 169 Chapter 169 Anmi will perform a magic trick for you! ...
The voice was flat and broken. Even if it was a killing tool with a certain degree of self-awareness made by the most advanced puppeteer, it was still just a man-made product.
The imitation puppet's heart is not made of flesh and blood, but of broken puppet materials and imitation blood plasma.
At this moment, the debris was scattered all over the ground.
“No…that’s not right…”
She hesitated for a moment, and seemed to have thought about the situation of her so-called 'home'.
All of their brothers and sisters have died, and now the only one left in their so-called family is their nominal father.
"Don't go home..."
But where else can I go if I don’t go back?
The equally broken little doll covered the shattered chest of the doll in its arms with one hand as if trying to stop the bleeding, and held the other's cold hand blankly with the other hand.
The familiar childish voice did not have that sense of jumping, but was just trembling with confusion due to pain - after this bloody battle, the little doll also became tattered.
"elder sister."
This is a matter of course.
In this battle royale world of blood and killing.
Injury and death have the same origin, and the price of survival may be bruises all over the body.
No matter how strong Anmi is, as a tool of the puppeteer who does not have a final say, it is extremely normal for it to wear out.
The puppet's heart in his arms had been completely shattered, its movements had become stiff, and it could barely make a sound.
"elder sister--"
Little Anmi gently pushed the doll in her arms.
The silver scissors stood quietly behind the little doll.
But as a puppet, the face is still calm and confused.
But the voice gradually changed from confusion to fear.
"Sister—sister—"
"An...mi..."
The puppet's joints made an unpleasant creaking sound.
She slowly raised her hand and gently stroked Anmi's cheek.
"When your brothers and sisters are gone, don't be sad or unhappy—"
"Sister! Sister, it's okay—"
Little Anmi seemed to react suddenly when her cheek was touched, and she tried hard to pick up her sister.
"Let's go find father. He must have a way. He must have a way to fix my sister—"
it's useless.
These defective products are meant to be consumed.
The puppets understand this best.
But after the birth of their youngest brother, Anmi, they still chose to protect this little Anmi who had body temperature, would hold their hands obediently, and was ignorantly aware of the world - he was small, warm, ignorant and cute.
If possible - I really hope that the world he sees when he opens his eyes is not like this.
But they had no way to go on.
"Don't be sad—"
The puppet sister touched the little guy's head.
"Don't be a coward, Anmi, you have to live. We can't understand everything. We are just tools - but you are not -"
Fu Gan had already seen the little guy digging for something at the bottom of the pond out of the corner of his eye.
But he also heard the last words of the calm and dry puppet.
"If one day, if one day you can get rid of this identity, Anmi, find a home - find someone besides your brothers and sisters who is willing to come to you - I know... you are most afraid of pain."
The puppets that are created have limitations.
Even Anmi.
The names of their makers will be engraved in their puppet hearts, and the power that drives the puppets will require them to obey orders.
Those emotions that are born are like by-products of that world.
But such a world continues to repeat itself because of the perfect rules of killing.
Fu Gan's fingertips clenched unconsciously.
The tentacles hidden in the shadows behind him were twisting and shaking wildly.
It seems like he is going crazy and cannot control himself.
The picture actually continues.
But Fu Gan didn't dare to read on.
Actually, it’s not that I have developed deep feelings for this cub. After all, it’s only been a day.
The main reason was that the cub, who had always been lively and cheerful around him, was now silent, dull and sluggish. The "father" who was mentioned frequently made Fu Gan sense something bad early on.
With Fu Gan's personality, he should actually be proud. There are people who raise their cubs worse than him.
But it's very uncomfortable.
In particular, the joints of the puppet were completely loose, and it shattered into pieces in little Anmi's arms. Sticky imitation blood dripped down Anmi's cheeks, and the last thing that shattered and was blown away by the wind was the puppet's heart.
"elder sister?"
Finally, the calm voice showed some emotion, and seemed to be choked, but he just kept his eyes open blankly.
“Sister—Sister!!”
It was already quiet all around.
The broken arms and legs were unable to respond to the bewildered cub.
Finally, the cub, holding a broken arm, slowly sat down and lowered its little head.
"Sister... Sister - Anmi is afraid of pain, but a little bit of pain is okay - Anmi feels so bad, sister hug Anmi... sister hug Anmi - but, is this sad? Sister - Anmi, Anmi has no tears... so Anmi won't be sad, Anmi is very good and obedient, sister hug Anmi - sister, have you seen other brothers and sisters? Anmi wants to be hugged -"
The cubs' whispers were carried away by the wind.
The soft black curly hair was blown to the side by the wind, swaying gently.
at the same time--
"Here—the smell of blood—there's a little child, and a survivor!"
"We have to survive! Kill him, get survival points, and we'll have food for several days!"
Fu Gan approached the cub, who was struggling with his little butt sticking out, and looked at the images.
The murderous intent in my heart gradually rose, and I became more irritable.
To a cub—
Just to a cub—
The rage of the dungeon boss crushed the ghosts that were entangled around him to pieces.
The cub, who was sitting on the ground with one arm folded, finally reached out his hand when they approached.
The silver scissors stuck in the ground shook twice, flew out with a whoosh, and fell back into the cub's hands - he was still very young, and it could be seen that his strength was not as proficient as it is now, but the people who came at this moment wanted to take advantage of the situation and were not strong.
Finally, the cub looked up.
Still a calm smiling face.
There was no sign of sadness or joy in her expression, her emerald green eyes were clear and reflected the visitor directly.
The visitor was shocked.
“These eyes…?”
"He is not an ordinary little..."
Before he could finish his words, Anmi, who had staggered to his feet, was already behind them, and someone had already fallen down.
Anmi, covered in wounds and blood, slowly tilted his head and only heard the screams of others around him.
He said, "Will you come for me?"
"Monster!!! Monster madman!!! You are a puppet made by that madman - ahhhh -"
"It seems that it won't happen."
The young and naive cub finally stepped on silence, still holding the arm. The rope connecting the joints hung on Anmi's arm and swayed, which made it look even more weird.
"Sister, Anmi is good, Anmi is not sad - Anmi will not cry, so Anmi will always smile - but Anmi may not be able to find the person sister mentioned - but Anmi is very persevering."
The cub's calm face forced itself into a slightly twisted smile.
That was the beginning of the cub's smile - but it was because he couldn't be sad and desperate, and couldn't shed tears.
Damn it——
Fu Gan cursed in his heart.
When he saw Anmi fiddling with something, he almost gasped in the water.
There are many NPC corpses lying under the pond.
Although they were all hideous and twisted, the cub was not afraid at all. He fiddled with them back and forth with his silver scissors. Of course, considering the bloody living environment in which the cub had lived before, it would be strange if he was afraid.
Finally, he chose one of them and cut open its belly.
Fu Gan:!!!!
Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!! Don't always do these weird things!!!
Most importantly - how dirty!!! Don't tell me you want to sleep in the same bed with me like this!!
Fu Gan's mood had already hit rock bottom, and he was successfully made to suffer from high blood pressure by his own cub.
Anmi was busy.
The silver scissors possess a strong power, and can even allow Anmi to sense other beings——
Hey yo, hey yo——la la la, I found it!!
Anmi didn't pay attention to the people around him. When he was concentrating on one thing, he was so selfless that when he turned around, he saw his father with a dark face also sinking under the water. The little cub froze and gurgled out a string of bubbles.
—Ah? Dad?
Then, Anmi was grabbed by the back of the collar and led upstream.
"Clothes, towels—is the warm water in the room ready? ...Okay, remember to keep those players away for a while."
The hotel butler Shang Fu has arrived here.
He looked at the pond in front of him with a headache.
"Ah—it's night now, and the wind is quite strong, it's too cold—and that guest—"
Shang Fu looked up at Xie Ning who was huddled in the corner.
"What are you doing here?"
Xie Ning touched his nose. He couldn't just ask, "Do you guys still want this little NPC? If not, I want to pick up a bargain..."
"Is this place some kind of core area? I can't get in. He jumps too fast."
“Isn’t that so…?”
Shang Fu himself was not quite sure.
After all, there are many small ponds in this garden, and countless NPCs are buried there.
Xie Ning'ao nodded.
Shang Fu:?
So you're not going to leave?
Until the sound of water breaking was heard.
"What's going on in your head? You're pretty amazing! You can hold your breath for a long time..."
Fu Gan's mumbling voice was particularly dark and distorted.
He lifted the little cub into his hand—like a wet kitten.
"Anmi is looking for something—"
The little cub retorted unyieldingly.
"oh--"
Fu Gan naturally knew what the little guy was looking for.
"You can't jump into the pond either—"
It's just frustrating.
but--
"Give Anmi a hug..."
The cub's calm yet sad and desperate voice echoed.
Fu Gan just pursed his lips in the end, and Shang Fu wiped the cub with the towel in his hand, stuffed it into his arms, and held it firmly.
Shang Fu understood at this moment - he was looking for something, so he jumped down.
Of course, these places are dangerous, and they won't look for them. In fact, Shang Fu has seen them once before - without them, he will not be free...
At this moment, Shang Fu had a rare feeling of guilt for cheating a child.
"Uncle housekeeper——"
But the little cub in the magician's clothes waved at him.
The silver scissors had disappeared, and he was holding the small magic wand in his hand, with his slightly curly black hair hanging down wetly.
The cub smiled.
"under--"
The little magic wand spun and shook in the air twice, and finally pointed at the palm of his hand.
Shang Fu didn't react for a moment, and watched An Mi slowly open his hand - a small rusty key lay in his palm.
"Ami will perform a magic trick for you!"
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