The little tits in the general's arms are soft and deceiving

Chapter 305 Winning Strategy ([-])
That was the sweetest and softest voice I had ever heard before I was seven years old.

No disgust, no fear, no abuse...

Just simply caring about me.

I raised my head and saw a little girl with two braids.

She was wearing a light blue dress and was holding a sparkling stick in her hand.

She handed me a candy, a round one that could be poked with a small white stick.

I don't know how terrifying my appearance was at that time.

Just the moment she raised her eyes, the little girl was taken aback.

The sugar in his hand fell and he fell directly to the ground.

That was probably the first time I was so afraid of seeing people, I quickly lowered my head, for fear of hearing the disgusting voice again.

I bleed from all seven orifices when I got sick, and I know how frightening I look.

She gave me a candy, although it seemed to be broken.

But I can't always repay my kindness.

Just when I reached out to pick up the broken candy, the sweet and glutinous voice came again, "That one is dirty and broken, I'll give you a new one!"

Only then did I realize that the little girl was not scared away.

But I didn't dare to look up, I could only see the sparkling little blue shoes on her feet, which were very beautiful, reflecting colorful light under the sunlight.

In front of him, another candy was handed over.

This time it was in a yellow package, and she said, "I didn't eat that one just now, but it's broken, so I'll give you a new one."

"Brother, why don't you pick it up? Are you hungry? I'll go find Dad and buy you bread!"

"do not want!"

Hearing this voice, I quickly stopped the little girl.

I was afraid that others would see me, like those children, be scared to cry and curse loudly.

I am also afraid that others will not see me, and it will appear that I am an even weirder existence...

It was also at this time that I raised my head and finally saw the little girl's face clearly.

It was fleshy, round, white and soft like a small bun.

There was only a flash of panic in her eyes, followed by pity, "Is it very painful? My eyes are bleeding."

She took out a small square from her small satchel, and then pulled out a particularly white piece of paper.

Trying to wipe the blood and tears from my eyes.

Before, others could pass through my body directly, so I kept a cold face, thinking that she would be scared away if she found out that I was not alive at all.

Such warmth is a luxury for me, and I don't deserve it.

But that soft little hand actually stuck to my cheek.

I can feel the temperature of the little girl's palm, and I can also feel the softness of the white paper.

When I was shocked, the little girl asked curiously, "Why can't it be wiped off? Dad told me to just wipe it off with tears?"

She anxiously pulled out more white paper from the small square, and wiped it for me again and again.

At that moment, there should be more blood and tears in my eyes.

I lived in that small and dark cold palace for seven years, and every month of torture came as scheduled. No one ever asked me if it hurt, and no one ever wiped my tears.

So I hate being touched by anyone.

When one day I grow up to the point where I don't need pity from others, those cares will only make me feel sick!

Only that little girl.

She is so small, like a kitten.

Afterwards, what appeared to be the little girl's parents came and asked her why she was muttering to herself in the corner.

The little girl kept pointing at me, trying to tell her parents that there was a big brother here.

I stopped her.

I don't want anyone to know I exist.

Seeing my movements, the little girl swallowed the words she wanted to say.

She only said that there were ants here, and she was feeding sugar to the little ants.

The little girl was held by her father, but she didn't forget to turn her head and waved to me.

I obviously didn't dare to step into that place full of laughter and laughter, but I followed behind in a strange way.

That day was the happiest day of my life.

She took me around and played around, and other children would be scared away and cry, but she pouted and muttered, "What's there to cry about! Big brother is fine!"

After I listened, I just smiled behind her.

After that, I followed the little girl to the house where she lived.

At night, the little girl asked me curiously, "Why can't Mom and Dad see you? Brother, are you a ghost?"

When she asked this, there was no fear in her eyes.

Just pure curiosity.

I found it even more funny, and asked her if she knew I was a ghost, why wasn't she afraid?
The little girl stood there for a while, with a piece of candy stuffed in her mouth, her cheeks were bulging, and she looked more and more cute and cute.

She said: "If big brother is a ghost, he is also a good ghost. Why should I be afraid? If he is a bad ghost, he will go to the film and television city to harm people. Big brother, don't blame yourself, those little brats are crying , because of cowardice, and you have done nothing wrong."

Yeah, he never did anything wrong.

From the moment of birth, it has been a mistake.

In those days, I ate and walked with the little girl. When she went to the place called kindergarten, I would go with her.

She is the bravest person I have ever met.

Even though it is so small, it is full of sense of justice.

In the kindergarten, a boy who was much bigger than her bullied another little girl who seemed to have no parents. She would rather be beaten herself than protect the little girl.

With my help, the little fat man fell to the ground.

The little girl rode on the little fat man and beat him up hard.

Whenever the little fat man wanted to fight back, I would secretly help her.

She cannot be harmed in any way.

That's my only thought.

If it is destined to live here as a ghost like this, I think it would be better.

At least it will make me feel happier and happier than being in that cold palace.

I don't know how long this kind of life lasted. Just when I thought I would continue to live like this, the little girl fell ill.

because I.

A ghost with an extremely cold body followed her, making her sicker and sicker day by day.

I bid her farewell.

The little girl took my hand and kept crying.

She said: "Big brother, you will come back when I recover from illness, and never forget me."

never forget...

I always remember her, and I will never forget her in my lifetime.

I left and wandered outside all day.

If you want to die, you can't die, if you want to leave, you can't leave.

Can only be at a loss in this world.

Until one day, I was suddenly involved in a dark vortex.

There, I saw everything that happened to me before I was born.

There, I have abilities that I can't even imagine.

There, I met a person who was so beautiful that he looked like a fairy coming down to earth.

He asked me, do I want this world to belong to me...

　In fact, I said in the management group that Ying Ce is very poor ()
　　Harmful, otherwise how could it become crazy?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)