With a tumble, it rolled over and got up, its head of messy, fine hair sticking out.
She thought she was in bed.
But in reality, when she looked up, all she saw was blood red.
A mass of soft, blood-red flesh wrapped around her small body. It moved when she moved, always keeping her enveloped so she wouldn't suffocate. In fact, the flesh was incredibly gentle against her.
It's a bit scary.
From the outside, Zhao Xiaoxiu was nowhere to be seen in the cramped little house.
All that could be seen was a bright red, indescribable mass that occupied the entire room and stretched all the way to the ceiling.
The tiny room struggled to contain its enormous body, and squeezed into a cube, it looked rather pitiful.
Zhao Xiaoxiu wondered if she was still dreaming.
She closed her eyes again and lay down peacefully.
She got up and opened her eyes... A blood-red flower of flesh, bigger than her head, was hissing at her with a mouthful of sharp teeth.
Yes, it must be a dream within a dream.
Zhao Xiaoxiu calmly closed her eyes and lay down peacefully again.
I waited for half a minute on purpose.
I opened my eyes again.
Very good, very good, those terrifying tentacles and eyeballs are all real!
She forced a smile, revealing a few white, juicy teeth, trying her best to appear friendly to these terrifying, large, fleshy flowers.
They tilted their heads to the side and slowly pulled them back in.
The wriggling tentacles all receded, and the blood red in Zhao Xiaoxiu's eyes gradually disappeared, coalescing into Zhao Gang.
To be precise, he should be called a living father.
Because Zhao Xiaoxiu was certain that her irresponsible and impoverished biological father, Zhao Gang, was already dead when the arena's thugs brought him back.
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