Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

The conscious body knew it was tears, but it was the first time it knew it was quite hot.

However, the consciousness of a child who cried more miserable than him has been seen before, but this is the first tear that is directly glued on it.

The conscious body looked at the dirty self, and played the role of a merciful god to hug the child back.

His touch was gentle, the shoulders of the child in his arms trembled slightly, and the sound of sobbing was almost silent. If it wasn't for the hot tears still penetrating into the skin from the clothes, the conscious mind would think that the child was just in too much pain.

Perhaps it was the response of the conscious body that made Ji Ming feel at ease. His body gradually calmed down, but he still didn't wake up.

The conscious body embraced him and looked at the god, who smiled gently: "Send him there."

The conscious body knows where the gods are talking about sending it to.

It was that house, and all the human beings who were brought into this world were sent to live in that house.

But the kid looks like he wants a home, so that would be a good place to live there.

After all, in the big warm family, he should be able to get his family from it soon.

The conscious body hugged the person and stood up, but when he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and quickly turned back: "My lord."

The god is reinserting those thin blue threads into his body. This can be done out of thin air by raising his hand, but he still prefers to do it himself.

Hearing the words of the conscious body, the god looked up: "What's wrong?"

The conscious body does not squint: "I want a flower."

"Can you give it to me? My lord."

...

When Ji Ming woke up, his hands were empty.

This kind of emptiness is very similar to the feeling of waking up when his father locked him in a small room, so he thought for a moment that the fire he set on himself, and the person who brought him out of the fire scene, were all his imagination.

But soon, the tip of his nose smelled the fragrance of flowers.

Not strong, but familiar.

Ji Ming sat up, then stretched out his hand and groped cautiously.

After a while he got the rose.

There were no thorns on it, Ji Ming held it quietly.

A long time ago, he thought that all the flowers in this world were red...even thought that there was only one kind of flower in this world, roses.

Because when my mother was still there, my father would give my mother this kind of flower almost every day.

However, Ji Ming was close to the rose petals - he seemed to feel the slight wind and warmth from the flowers.

"Don't get too close."

A voice came from about five meters away, and Ji Ming turned his head away.

He is invisible, and his whole body seems to be wrapped in bandages, so the simple movements are a bit jerky.

"Who are you?" he asked.

2657 looked at the child who was wrapped up like a mummy, and walked briskly into the child's room: "You really can't see it? You have already met the gods."

Ji Ming knew that the god this person was talking about was probably the one who had the same configuration as his savior, so he kept silent, as if he was quietly watching 2657.

2657 reached out to take the rose in Ji Ming's hand: "There is fire in this flower, although this flame is just..."

2657 paused, he looked at Ji Ming who was holding on to the flower tightly and wouldn't let go.

Ji Ming breathed heavily for a moment, and he said fiercely: "Let go!"

2657 let go of his hand, he looked at the burning rose in Ji Ming's hand, and said clearly: "This is a gift from the gods to you?"

Ji Ming felt that this was not given to him by the gods, but by the savior.But he didn't need to refute the stranger in front of him, so he just held the flower quietly and vigilantly.

2657 shrugged: "That's up to you, but don't get too close to this fire. Although it's only used to maintain flowers and doesn't do much harm, it's still not very good for the human body."

"And the flowers will still wither after a month."

"..."

Ji Ming remained motionless and pretended to be deaf.

2657 didn't care either, he raised his chin: "Master God arranged for you to rest for a week, and when this week is over, you have to go to class with other children."

Ji Ming raised his head.

2657: "Basically, it's culture and martial arts, and today we're going to add a new class...they're all quite rigorous, so let's get mentally prepared first."

After speaking, he seemed to be planning to leave, but just as he turned around, the corner of his clothes was pulled down.

2657 turn back.

The child's voice should have been clear and hoarse: "...What about him."

he?

2657 smiled thoughtfully: "Master Shenming, he is observing the class now, do you want to go and see?"

Ji Ming nodded, he couldn't see it, but it would be nice if he could feel that person's breath - he was not stupid, he knew that in the eyes of others, the god and that person might be the same person.

He can't tell the difference, so he can only try not to miss every opportunity to see him... What if the god watching the class is that person.

"Let's go then, I'll take you there."

Ji Ming heard the stranger say that.

...

The gods allow their own existence, but the conscious body still doesn't have its own name, but strictly speaking, the gods don't have their own name, so the conscious body doesn't think there is anything.

He stood on the vast grassland and watched many "human beings" attend classes.

In the classroom, the relatively peaceful scene was suddenly broken. Tall trees rose from the ground, and vines extended from the trees, forming a huge net that covered the sky and the sun.

Consciousness: "..."

The conscious body smiled: "Gardener, don't do it."

His voice was not loud, but the sky-catching net stopped suddenly, and then it was retracted like time and space.

The plain opened up again, revealing a well-dressed young man behind.

His skin was as pale as if he hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and his green, slightly curly long hair, with tiny and lovely leaves at the end, looked vibrant.

He walked quickly towards the conscious body, his face a little aggrieved: "My lord."

The conscious body touched his head, and then touched a leaf.

Gardener's leaves mostly grow on the ends of the hair, but occasionally some grow in the hair and on the scalp.

"Although they have power, they don't know how to use it. Be gentle with them."

Mr. Gardener snorted softly, but nodded obediently.

The conscious body looked at those people. They stood aside and cast envious glances at the gardener, but they didn't rush over.

The conscious body did not pass, he looked at those people: "Go to Alan after a 10-minute rest."

Alan's course was just added today. The conscious body does not know the specific content, only knows that the gods will teach with Alan.

Since he has self-awareness, he has been separated from the gods into two complete existences, so their thinking will no longer be in common.

The eyes of the conscious body moved, and landed on an old man in the back. To be precise, it landed on the crutch covered with flowers in the old man's hand - although most of the time the gods call them children, it doesn't mean that these people are children .

The conscious body looked at those flowers, and suddenly thought of Ji Ming—after transforming and changing their bodies, most of these people will not be able to continue to "grow", and they will keep this appearance until they die.

Except Ji Ming who is still human.

But even if Ji Ming could still grow, it would be very slow.

After all, he got a powerful force that his body couldn't bear, like a mountain was pressing on him.

"Lord God!"

A familiar voice suddenly came from behind, and then the conscious body felt his thigh being hugged.

He lowered his head and saw a demon with round blunt horns on his head and thick, short bone wings behind him. The demon hugged him, then lifted his face and shouted again: "Master God!"

Angel is not with him?The conscious body thought for a while, then bent down and hugged the demon: "Where's the angel?"

He was asking questions as usual, but his thoughts diverged and he occasionally looked at the devil's beautiful eyes shining in the sun—it's a pity that Ji Ming wanted to keep his human body, otherwise the gods could have created him a pair like this Beautiful eyes too.

"...Master God?" The demon tilted his head and looked at him: "What are you looking at?"

The conscious body smiled gently: "Eyes, your eyes are very beautiful."

The devil's cute smile turned his eyes: "Thank you, Lord God."

The conscious body puts down the demon—Alan will be in class soon, he has to exchange with the god first...

"Ji Ming?"

The conscious body looked unexpectedly at the "mummy" standing next to 2657 not far away, then raised his foot and walked over, and he squatted down before and after the child, and asked with a smile, "How is your body?"

A familiar breath rushed into the tip of his nose, Ji Ming stretched out his hand and lightly touched the person in front of him: "..."

— not a god, but his savior.

Ji Ming withdrew his hand: "...very good."

Actually not so good.

His whole body was in pain, as if it would fall apart in the next moment.

However, he was in a good mood.

Well at least until you hear that ham-fisted cute voice.

The conscious body looked at the bandaged child in surprise—according to the gods, this child should be in pain, after all, the wound will not heal for a long time.

Ji Ming tilted his head slightly, he seemed to "look" at the demon behind the conscious body, and then thanked the conscious body earnestly: "Thank you for the flowers you sent me earlier."

There was an invisible pause in the consciousness body, and then the eyes that belonged to the gods were stained with a smile: "You're welcome."

The thanks this time should be for him.

Because that was indeed what he gave this kid.

The conscious body finds this thankfulness a novelty.

Ji Ming didn't know what his savior was thinking, he felt the savior touch his head, and then heard him say, "I'm going first."

...where?

Ji Ming wanted to ask, but held back.

So he "watched" the conscious body leave, but after a while, another child came in front of him.

The devil looked at the little mummy in front of him, and he twitched the corner of his mouth, saying very badly: "Everyone has those flowers."

After thinking for a while, he added: "As long as there are outsiders who are seriously injured."

Ji Ming didn't respond.

The devil's short eyebrows frowned, he raised his hand to push Ji Ming, but 2657 stopped him: "Master God knows everything."

The demon paused, then flattened his mouth and rolled his big eyes.

2657 didn't care what the devil was thinking, he poked Ji Ming: "Follow me, I'll take you back to rest."

Ji Ming remembered his voice, and followed him: "I don't have to go to class later?"

"After talking about it for a week." 2657 squinted his eyes, but looked at Ji Ming from time to time: "And the class that will be held later will focus on talent, so early learning and late learning don't have much impact."

Ji Ming didn't ask any more questions.

2657 took the initiative to inform, and he smiled: "Do you know how to build blocks? Just learn from that."

Ji Ming: "..."

This kid is too boring.

2657 retracted his gaze - but there are merits, at least it looks like he can bear the pain...

"2657." Ji Ming suddenly said.

2657 raised an eyebrow: "How do you know my name?"

"I heard it." Someone in the group whispered '2657 is here' just now, Ji Ming felt pain and itchiness on the burnt cheek, but he resisted the urge to scratch: "My lord Can you heal my eyes?"

2657 paused: "I heard that you were born blind... Rather than being cured, it is more suitable to have a new pair of eyes."

He said with a deep smile: "Do you want to change?"

"If you make a request, maybe you can change to a pair of eyes that are more beautiful than the devil."

Ji Ming: "..."

He said calmly: "It's good if you can see it."

A moment of silence.

After a while, Ji Ming added: "Is the devil the kid just now?"

2657: "Yes."

So after a while, Ji Ming's voice was cold and soft: "If possible, look better than him."

2657 roared with laughter.