Sweetheart,Come Back!

An Yin thought of Qin Jian's red eyes and pursed her lips.

"Why are you in this doll since you are a Goodman boy?" Anyin remembers that all the children in Thailand are golden children.

"This is my master's doll. It smells like a master, so I went in."

"Who is your master?"

"It's called Yinyin."

The baby was given to her by her mother. Is it her? Or someone else?

"I am the owner of the doll. Do you recognize the taste, but can't you recognize the person?"

The little thing shakes his head, its little master disappeared when he was one year old. The little master was still a little doll at that time.

Its memory of the little master is still a year old child, and at that time the little master has not been weaned, or a baby baby, the taste and the taste of the woman in front of her naturally are not the same.

"Gumantong is the soul, are you?" Anyin looks at small things as if they were alive, not a ghost.

The little thing nodded, "I died nineteen years ago."

"How did you die?" Anyin suddenly felt that this little thing was very poor.

The little thing drooped his ears and died in the arena

The arena is the cruelest and bloodiest place in the world.

However, in anyin's world view, the arena was already a matter of ancient Roman times.

In her view, there is no arena in modern times.

I didn't expect that the little thing said it died in the arena 19 years ago, that is to say, there is still an arena now.

Frown. "Are you from the arena?"

The little thing looks at an Yin. She is the human that it hates and fears most.

Just now this woman had to burn it, but it looked at an Yin's eyes and smelled the fragrance of her body. Suddenly, she was in a trance, as if she saw a milk doll like a powder ball instead of a woman.

Muddleheaded.

"Is there really an arena now?"

"Yes."

"If so, why hasn't anyone seen it?"

"Only VIPs invited by the arena can enter the arena, and these VIPs have signed confidentiality agreements with the arena and will not sell any information about the arena."

"If you really have skills, it's also the place where the strong survive and the weak die. You were just a cub at that time, and you couldn't be killed by losing the platform. Are you the rations of the fighters

"No, my mother is a fighter."

An Yin Zheng for a moment, is it his mother with it, fight abortion?

"Is your mother still there?"

"My mother is dead."

An Yin looks at the little thing, is it stillborn?

The little civet cat looked at an Yin's eyes and took a deep breath. The faint fragrance made it seem to see the little master.

Can not help but tell an Yin, some unknown things.

Its mother, a spirit beaver, was captured by the enemy and sent to the arena.

The enemy didn't know that Lingli was pregnant.

The spirit beaver conceals the fetus in the abdomen with his life-long spiritual power, so the young beaver in his belly has not been found.

In order to hide children, they dare not fight with their opponents.

Therefore, Lingli was killed by his opponent when he was fighting.

According to the Convention, the body of a person or animal killed will be directly thrown into the corpse yard, and no one will pay attention to it.

The young beaver, protected by her mother's spiritual power, will not die for decades.

When the corpse of the beaver rots, the baby can come out of the mother's body.

PS: the following babies will know how the young beaver became an Yin's Guman boy. Good night. I went to the polls on Monday and voted.