The world is broken, the cubs mend it

"I'm sleepy. Let's play together next time."

Qin Yan patted her head and moved her hand away from his pants.

"Do you want to kill someone?"

Before Xia Chi left, he leaned over and looked at her, and pinched her face with his slightly calloused hands.

If she were just an ordinary human child, perhaps he would be willing to play with her for a while longer.

"I don't kill people. I have never killed anyone."

Yuanyuan looked at him with eyes as blue and clear as the sky, without any trace of lying.

"..."

Xia Chi couldn't see any credibility in her serious face. The BOSS in any copy, even if it was in the form of a child, would kill people.

He had seen BOSSes in other copies that looked even more like cubs than her. They looked cute but were actually a pair of ghosts who killed people without mercy.

"Should we take this opportunity to get rid of her?"

As everyone walked in the corridor, one of the players discussed in a low voice.

"How can we take advantage of this opportunity? We don't even know what her skills are. Don't provoke her easily."

Lin Che felt that it would be good if he could get out of here safely. He didn’t even know the other party’s bottom line, so who gave him the confidence to act rashly?

"The system said that we need to keep the boss's emotions stable. Perhaps her form is related to her emotions."

Qin Yan also had reservations. Although he wanted to leave here quickly, he couldn't risk his life to test it.

Everyone returned to their respective bedrooms and locked their doors to prevent the big boss from sneaking in.

Yuanyuan held the bag of spicy chips that Xia Chi gave her in her arms, stared at the end of the corridor for a few seconds, then went to other rooms to search for some interesting things before going home.

The players this time were all very friendly and enthusiastic about playing games with me.

Every minute and every second that her child was away from home was extremely tormenting for Vitalia.

When the child's tiny figure appeared on the other side of the river, his gray eyes suddenly lit up.

The little guy jumped into the water holding something in his arms, looking like a cute little otter.

"Did you see them?"

"Yes, Dad. They are all good people. They also give me delicious food."

Yuanyuan felt that they were all pretty good, unlike the fierce uncle last time who always wanted to hurt her.

“They are not good people…”

Vitalia was thankful to see that she came back unharmed.

"Dad, this is the snack I brought back for you."

Yuanyuan handed him the food in her hand as if she were presenting a treasure, and sat cross-legged on the grass to study the small notebook in her hand.

She had seen this gray notebook before. The last time Chi Xia read it, she was sitting next to it.

Vitalia had never seen this kind of food before, so she stared at it for a while and then tore open the package along the notch.

For him, such a small bag was like playing with some kind of food toy.

The small bag exuded a strong aroma. He poured it all into his mouth, chewed it a few times and found that it tasted good.

"What are you looking at?"

"Dad, I don't understand. There are some blank papers behind. I want to draw on them."

Yuanyuan turned over the last few sheets of white paper to show him. She wanted to draw herself and her father on them.

"Let me see…"

Vitalia felt that the notebook in her hand looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

The font above seemed small in his huge hands, but that didn't affect his reading.

Looking at the data above, a familiar face emerged in his mind, and the hatred in his eyes was about to become reality.

A light brown-haired woman named Alia is the person in charge of the mermaid research base center.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

Yuanyuan noticed that his father's hands were shaking and looked at him worriedly.

"Nothing, I'll help you think of something you can paint on it."

Vitalia concealed the sadness in her eyes. The child was at a carefree age, and he wanted to wait until the child was a little older before telling her the history of mermaids.

"it is good!"

Yuanyuan nodded happily, holding the notebook and happily circling around him.

"If one day you discover that humans are our enemies, will you still be close to humans?"

Vitalia likes it when her children circle around her. It is a way for them to express their love for her.

"My father and I are in the same group."

In Yuanyuan's eyes, it was just too boring. She felt curious when she saw someone coming in and wanted to play with them.

I can’t say that I like humans, it’s just a story that came from a single encounter.

"it is good…"

Vitalia smiled with relief, perhaps he could understand the child's feelings.

In these boring days, humans are just a pastime.

In the stove used to make fire for three meals a day, there are some unburned branches left, and the black part at the bottom can be used for writing.

Yuanyuan held a natural tree branch pen and lay on the grass, scribbling and making corrections.

The child has a rich imagination and drew two mermaids, one big and one small.

He has an irregular round head, a matchstick body and hands, and an inverted triangle tail. He is a very good abstract painter.

"Dad, I've finished my painting!"

Yuanyuan held up her painting for him to admire, and also drew many crooked flowers next to it.

"Great!" Vitalia held the notebook and stared at the child's face for a moment: "Don't move, I'll draw a picture for you."

It was really difficult for him to hold the notebook in his huge hands. He carefully pinched the tiny branches and traced the child's facial features stroke by stroke.

Yuanyuan listened to her father and sat down obediently with her hands folded in her pockets.

Vitalia's teacher is a famous painter among the mermaids. He is very good at painting, and his style is characterized by exaggerated and gorgeous color combinations.

He only learned the basics from his teacher, enough for him to draw portraits of children.

The vivid and lovely image of the child comes to life on the paper, with chubby cheeks, slightly round big eyes, and a silly smile.

"Dad is so amazing, the painting looks just like the real thing."

The little guy held the notebook in his arms, stood on the beach, looked at his reflection, and kept comparing it with the portrait in the notebook.

Compared with her father's paintings, her paintings have no artistic value at all.

"When you grow up a little bit, I will teach you how to paint."

Vitalia leaned forward slightly with his hands on the grass. A gust of wind blew up the strands of hair on his forehead, and the golden hair was blown up by the wind.

For a moment, he seemed to have returned to his youthful and vigorous appearance.

The father and daughter snuggled together, and the picture looked warm and happy.

The sun sets, its remaining light disappears inch by inch on the coastline, and night slowly falls.

The players gathered in the hall of the castle. The monsters here killed players through dreams, so they decided to rest during the day and stay up late at night.

"Can we get through this peacefully?"

The hall was very quiet, with only the occasional draft lifting the floor-length curtains, making every word appear exceptionally clear.