Pirate Forest

The flying dust gradually dissipated, revealing three figures with strange postures. The air flow around the figures was like a woman's ribbon dancing gracefully.

Bob opened his huge eyes. The blood in his abdomen was almost draining out of him. The tip of his nose twitched a few times. After a long time, his body remained motionless like a statue.

Tata on the other side reacted immediately, pushing the heavy flower pot hard with both hands, stretching his neck like a swan, his face was ashen, and his calves kicked hard on the deck, leaving indented footprints.

"Don't sleep here, idiot." Tata stuffed Morgan's feet into Bob's mouth, because he didn't know how to wake up Morgan, so he could only use a simple idea of ​​connecting it with a wire.

Let the two people establish contact first, allowing Morgan to have a channel to transport energy to Bob. How would he know what to do next, so his words were not only for Bob, but also for Morgan to wake up.

Although I don’t like Bob’s way of living and his false stories, it is a double denial of his life and that of his parents, so I want him to wake up.

But after seeing Bob's strength and his weird ability to turn people into basketballs, Tata immediately understood that an opponent who could beat him to the point of being seriously injured and on the verge of death was definitely not something he could fight against.

But no matter how hard Tata thrust into Bob's mouth, it was useless even if Bob's skin was torn apart. Reddish-brown syrup-like plasma surged up from his throat and slid down his neck.

The breathing at the tip of his nose became weaker, like an oil lamp that might go out at any time, and he couldn't even make a cry, as if an impermanent hand was strangling his neck.

Small wrinkles appeared on the edges of the eye sockets, on the back of the hands, on the forehead, and on the corners of the body, spreading like cracks on the trunk of a dead tree that was about to wither.

"I can only watch you now, so wake up and protect us, Morgan." He let out a tearing roar, and tears burst out from the corners of his eyes and dripped into the flower pot.

No matter he is a good person or a bad person, he cannot sit back and watch a living being die before his eyes.

Because how can a person's life and death be firmly dominated by other people's joy, anger, sorrow and joy because of his good and evil deeds during his lifetime?

A person's life and death should be controlled by himself.

Not far away, Daisy, who was still immersed in a trance dream, suddenly brightened up and regained her former look. There were still some crystal full tears hanging on her long curved eyelashes, whether they were sweet or salty.

Just because there was a dazzling flower blooming in front of her eyes.

It was a mandala, with a flower stem poking out of the ground and an umbel-shaped inflorescence at the top. It was as pure white as jade and snow, and its petals were curled up like dragon's claws in a majestic way.

It shone on Bob's bloody remains with its holy radiance, mending his wounds, warming his heart, and looking back in time for him.

The reddish-brown plasma seemed to be attracted by this dazzling light, stretched out its little hands, grabbed its innocent light, and climbed up its sweet and pure skirt.

Daisy was surprised to find that the white dress gradually faded away from the flowers in front of her, and was replaced by a coquettish red dress, like an angel falling into hell and growing devil's horns.

There is an inexplicable charm in the charming witch that attracts everyone's attention. She is as happy as if she is in a paradise world.

The bright red eyes looked extremely strange as if there were drops of blood. The holy and innocent angel was polluted by evil and degenerated into a hell witch, laughing as loudly as a bell.

It should no longer be called Mandala Flower, it should be called:

"Manzhushahua."

Daisy only had this delicate flower in her eyes, and nothing else. She opened her mouth and couldn't help but say the name, as if it was lying on her shoulder in the dark, blowing the wind in her ear, making people tingle. of.

Everyone on the ship stared at the flowers on Bob's abdominal wound as if possessed, and his wound was also sprouting granules at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tarta, who was only one step away from the flower, also fell into hell, his eyes were blood red, and his father's voice came to his ears, accompanied by the sound of burning fire. He completely fell into this torturous little fairy. There is no escape from the constructed world.

"Father"

The originally dark and silent street was now illuminated by the raging fire like daylight, only stained with a layer of blood. The young Tarta crawled on the ground with wounds all over his body, crying and holding out a hand, surrounded by fierce flames. As if to devour him.

A two-story restaurant was filled with fire. It couldn't wait to stretch out its legs and feet, which had been restrained for a long time, and pushed open the door and window. A piece of glass fell straight down and exploded in front of Tarta's eyes, turning into countless tiny fragments.

"No"

There is also his father there

Today is his birthday. His father told him to make a big birthday cake and introduce him to a friend. His father was really happy on the phone.

But his father was too slow. There was an explosion outside the house that worried him. He quickly picked up the phone and ran towards the restaurant.

He had a bad premonition at the top of his heart, but he still endured it, holding on to the phone, hoping to hear his father's voice telling him, "Silly boy, nothing will happen to me."

When he turned the last intersection, he finally couldn't help but burst into tears, and tears burst out of his eyes. This sudden fire destroyed his beloved father.

The mayor of the town also rushed to hold him as he was about to rush into the fire. At that time, he was only about five or six years old and had little strength. He was held in his arms and could not escape.

"Ahhhhhhhh"

Seeing that the beams of the house were about to collapse from the fire, the screams became louder and louder, and their voices were almost hoarse. The residents of the town could not put out such a huge fire with buckets.

The fire burned more and more fiercely, and people gradually gave up using water to extinguish the fire, and prepared to remove all the surrounding burning objects to prevent the fire from spreading. It seemed that they had completely given up on Tata's father.

Gradually, the yelling and useless force wore away Tata's strength and the adults' patience. A small town sheriff grabbed him and hit him on the knee with such force that he could not stand up temporarily.

At that moment, he really felt that his sky was falling, and the despair reached from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, plunging his whole body into a sea of ​​misery, leaving him to fend for himself.

Seeing that he couldn't stand up, the adults were relieved and hurriedly went to work to minimize the damage. Some people were still complaining that Tata's father was looking for trouble.

Because this is a commercial street, it is adjacent to wealthy people in the town who have some spare money. The clothing store next to the restaurant is owned by the wife of the sheriff.

Since he couldn't walk, he crawled over. He gritted his teeth and clasped his fingers between the cracks of the bricks. His flesh was worn out but he did not waver, because in front of him was his big tree in the sky.

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Suddenly the phone in his pocket rang. He was so excited that he hurriedly took it out, held it in his hand, and answered the last call from his father.

"Ahem!" The father on the other end of the phone kept coughing, and black fog rose in the restaurant, making it impossible for him to find his father's familiar figure.

"Father" Tata kept calling his father, hoping to get an answer.

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't bring the cake back." My father coughed a few times, as if he was trying to restrain himself, and his tone was full of apology.

"It doesn't matter, I don't want any cake, I just want you to come back and hug me." Tarta's tears grew louder and louder, and she made unreasonable requests with the unique coquettishness of a child as usual.

"You can't be so willful in the future. You have to take care of your mother like a man. You have to eat obediently and don't be picky. Don't kick the quilt when it's cold at night. Make more friends. Don't always run away. No matter what happens, You have to live strong." The father chirped a lot, as if an old man who was about to travel far away for most of his life was telling his son who was still in his forties and had children.

"I don't want it. I don't want it. I don't want it. I want you to raise me with your own hands. I want you to watch me become a man like you. I want you and my mother to watch me in peace and find a group of like-minded partners." He looks more and more like an unreasonable child, accusing his father of his whims.

"Without you, I can't eat well. Without you, I'll catch cold in the middle of the night. Without you, I'll be bullied by those people. Without you, I can't grow up. How can I survive without you?" He used every sentence. try best.

"I also really want to see you grow up, tall and fat. Don't care about other people's opinions, as long as you feel happy. I originally wanted to introduce a child to you. He is as cute as you. "Child, it's just." The fire burned his father in pain, but he tried his best to hold back a cry.

"Then introduce him to me. You must keep your word." Tata interrupted his father, crying and asking his father why he didn't keep his word.

"I'm sorry." The flames had completely surrounded him and swallowed him up like a python.

"Happy birthday, Tarta" were my father's last words. The price of this birthday blessing was too high.

The restaurant was finally overwhelmed and collapsed into ruins in front of Tata's eyes. Sparks flew in the sky, like fire butterflies dotting the night sky.

"No"

The world turned a layer of despairing gray for an instant, and his eyes lost their sparkle like the wooden eyes of a doll. He completely lost consciousness and fell to the ground and fainted.

Tarta happened to fall on a manhole cover, and a faint cry came from the sewer below him. It was a thin little boy leaning against the wall, curled up in a ball, and dressed in tatters.

There was still a trace of cream left in the corner of his mouth