Personality V: I will save everything

Little Claude was racking his brains to think about how to tell the photographer about this important event.

However, at this moment... he was caught off guard and suddenly felt a powerful force coming from behind, followed by a pair of cold and powerful hands tightly pinching his neck!

In an instant, Claude felt that breathing became difficult, his feet gradually left the ground, and his whole body - or to be more precise, the exquisite and cute rag doll body was lifted up like this!

Although he couldn't turn his head to see the other person with his own eyes, Claude immediately knew who had grabbed him so roughly with his keen intuition and understanding of the surrounding environment.

You know, besides himself, the only person who is still awake here is that guy!

"This matter must be kept absolutely confidential for now. If I find out that you dare to say anything about it, don't blame me for being ruthless and tearing your rag doll into pieces!"

A low and sinister threatening voice came from behind, as creepy as if it came from the abyss of hell.

Claude turned his head stiffly. The person who caught him was clearly smiling, but for some reason, he felt that there was something malicious in that smile.

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the other side,

Qiu Ke shook his head helplessly, complaining in his heart: "I just want to finish reading this book quietly and completely, why is it so difficult!"

At this moment, a slightly sarcastic voice came into Qiu Ke's ears: "So what? Anyway, with your level, you probably won't understand it." The one who spoke was the Shadow of Time and Space. She crossed her arms and looked at Qiu Ke with a scornful smile on her face.

Shadow of Space and Time didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said. You know, the clowns in the world they live in are completely illiterate.

What's more, the book that Qiu Ke was holding in his hand at that time - "The Art of Writing about Organic Reaction Mechanisms" - gave people a headache just by seeing the title.

The pages of the book were filled with densely packed words like ants and various complex and difficult to understand chemical formulas, which were even more dazzling than a dictionary.

With just a quick glance, Shadow of Time and Space felt as if he had instantly become illiterate, and even those familiar characters became strange.

The Shadow of Time and Space was really surprised that Qiu Ke could read such a divine book with great interest.

"First, I went to school, so I can read. Second, just because you can't read it doesn't mean I can't read it."

Joke didn't want to pay any attention to Shadow of Time and Space. In their world, Joke had never seen her before, so he didn't want to pay any attention to her. Moreover, Shadow of Time and Space had said such harsh words just now, which made Joke a little angry with herヽ(｀⌒′メ)ノ.

Well! At this moment, the anger in Jack's heart was growing stronger like a volcano erupting.

From the perspective of the person standing next to him, he saw Jack stretching out his hand casually, as if he was just gently pinching the illusory air in front of him.

However, the truth was far from that simple. In fact, what he was holding tightly was the Yis people hidden in the void.

This sudden scene shocked the Shadow of Time and Space. After all, according to common sense, apart from herself, no one in this world should be able to detect the existence of the Yis people!

"Miss Shadow of Space and Time, you actually sent such a boring guy to test others. This behavior is really impolite! I hope you can leave quickly, otherwise... I'm afraid I will have to take some necessary measures to ask you to leave!"

With a sneer on his face, Qiu Ke stared at the Shadow of Time and Space with a sharp gaze. At the same time, he slightly increased the strength of his hands, pinching the Yis man so that he let out a painful groan.

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To be honest, when the photographer dragged his tired body slowly back to his room, he couldn't help rubbing his eyes and muttering to himself: Is there something wrong with my eyes?

The scene before him left him dumbfounded—the cute little Claude doll was actually being held tightly in the hands of a woman named Beth!

What was even more surprising was that the woman seemed to treat Claude as a dress-up doll at her mercy, and she enthusiastically changed all kinds of doll clothes for him. A rough count showed that there were more than a dozen pieces!

At this time, poor little Carl stood obediently by the side, watching all this happen.

He didn't step forward to stop Beth's behavior, and it seemed that he was willing but unable to do so!

After all, how could he compete with this strong mother with his strength? And to be honest, he knew very well that if he dared to step forward and dissuade her, he might become a "toy" in his mother's hands in the next second!

Thinking of this, Carl could only curl his lips helplessly and continue to watch this unique "fashion show" silently.

Well, actually I feel aggrieved. I have to admit that whenever I see those cute little guys, an irresistible impulse surges in my heart. But who can I blame?

My own children have grown up and no longer need my meticulous care; but my grandchildren (Stellan and Inara) are not yet old enough to play with me.

In the face of such a situation, what better way can I do besides finding some fun to relieve my boredom? After all, I have been suffering for several years because I want to play but can't!

Carl slowly moved his feet and walked carefully to the side of the photographer. He gently stretched out his hand and pulled the corner of the photographer's clothes. Then, he raised his head, looked at the photographer with a slightly apologetic and sincere look, and said softly:

"I'm sorry, Mom. Actually, it has always been like this. Don't take it too seriously. She really doesn't mean any harm. She just doesn't think before she speaks or does things sometimes. But she is definitely kind-hearted. So, as long as you spend more time with her and get used to her personality, everything will be fine!"

Indeed, not long ago, when I pretended to threaten little Claude, it was just a joke from beginning to end.

Because even if he asked Claude to help keep the matter secret, given the little guy's personality, he would definitely rack his brains to find ways to tell the truth to the photographer in front of him.

In this case, it would be better to tell the facts frankly and generously as we are doing now.

Little Claude: Help! (x_x;)

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the other side,

"Hey, hey, hey!!! Don't be impulsive!!!!" Muro was almost going crazy. He tried his best to persuade Jack.

"Come down first and let's talk it over!" Valletta was also anxious. Could this be considered history repeating itself?

It is well known that there was a time when Frederick was obsessed with playing cricket.

At that time, it seemed as if the whole world was left only with the cricket bat waving in his hand and the cricket ball flying in the air.

And it was during this craziest period that something unexpected happened - he swung the cricket bat hard, and the cricket ball flew out as fast as a cannonball. There was a loud "bang", and an innocent piece of glass instantly turned into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground.

But worse is yet to come!

It turned out that behind the broken glass was a painting that Jack had carefully drawn.

Poor Jack was so absorbed in sketching every detail that he was totally unaware of the disaster that was about to strike.

As the sound of breaking glass rang out, Jack looked up in horror, but it was too late.

Time flies, and the scene just now seems to have become a distant past.

However, surprisingly, just now, this unbearable history has been re-enacted! After a long and arduous effort, Jack finally completed the painting that he had poured so much effort into.

He held this hard-earned work carefully, and happily prepared to place it in a safe place below to dry.

But who could have expected that the damn cricket ball would fly towards him again as if it had a grudge against him.

There was another dull crash, and this time not only Jack's painting was damaged, but also the frame.

They all suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground in a mess. Looking at the mess in front of him, Jack's heart seemed to break into thousands of pieces.

Without thinking too much, anyone can guess that the originally intact and beautiful canvas must have become unrecognizable at this moment, and the painting on it is probably in a mess.

Afterwards, Jack's emotions seemed unusually calm, even unusually stable. That level of stability was almost eerie, as if all the waves deep in his heart had subsided, leaving only a dead silence.

However, this stability is so extreme that people can't help but wonder if he is so desperate that he has lost all desire to live and even wants to end his life by hanging himself.

At this moment, Valletta and Murro noticed that something was wrong with Jack. They rushed to Jack anxiously and tried their best to persuade him, hoping to make him give up the idea of ​​committing suicide.

Valletta spoke earnestly about the beauty and hope in life, trying to arouse Jack's longing for the future; while Murro expressed his care and support for Jack with sincere emotions and firm words.

At the same time, Mike was also frightened by the sudden situation. He looked around in panic, then turned around and ran away in a hurry, obviously intending to find more people who could help Jack.

However, Jack at this moment seemed to be completely unable to listen to any advice, and his already broken heart was now reduced to ashes.

He raised his foot without hesitation and kicked hard, sending the stool flying. Instantly, he lost his support and began to fall downward, his neck naturally falling towards the rope.

But at this critical moment, Muro was quick-witted and rushed forward, hugging Jack's legs tightly regardless of everything.

Thanks to Muro's timely action, Jack's neck did not feel the suffocation caused by the tightening rope as expected, but was temporarily pulled by Muro's powerful force and suspended in the air.

But this is not a long-term solution, Muro's strength will run out sooner or later.

At this critical moment, Jake, who was immersed in the world of books, was interrupted for the third time. And the person who pulled him over this time was Mike.

When Jack's eyes finally moved away from the book and looked at the people in front of him, he saw the figure that disgusted him at first glance - Jack.

However, something unexpected happened. Qiu Ke said coldly with an expressionless face: "Let him die!"

These words were like a thunderclap, instantly exploding in the ears of everyone present.

Whether it was the usually calm and composed Muro, the gentle and kind Valletta, or Mike who had just pulled Jake over, they all turned their heads in shock without exception, staring straight in the direction of Jake with wide eyes.

You know, although the relationship between Sangke and Jack was not very harmonious on weekdays, this was a matter of life and death. No one expected that Jack would say such cruel words at this moment.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze and the whole scene fell into dead silence.

But soon, Qiu Ke's voice with a hint of disdain broke the silence again:

"Is it necessary to save him? After he dies, his soul will still be in Carl's hands. At worst, we can just wait for Carl to revive him once more. Besides, even if he really dies and goes to see God, he will eventually come back to us, right? So why bother?"

After hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then began to think about the logic behind it. After thinking about it carefully, it seems to be true...