Penguin Style Cub Breeding Diary

["A long time ago, there was a group of mice who wanted to eat the cheese in the crow's mouth." "A mouse ran up to the crow and said, crow crow, we have been neighbors for a long time, so I want to treat you to dinner, you can ?"

"The crow thought to himself that you are my meal, but he still pretended to be very happy and opened his mouth to agree... Unexpectedly, when he opened his mouth, the cheese in his mouth fell."

Under the dim light, on the attic of the hut in the forest, a young man with light blond hair lowered his head, reading a fable about the mouse and the crow to a storybook.

Before the story tells how the mouse took the cheese from the crow's mouth again and again, the cub beside him was already snoring.With a sigh of relief, he covered the cub with a small quilt. 】

While half asleep and half awake, Tsuna recalled the night when Pushkin told himself a story.

He rubbed his eyes, feeling in a trance that there was a light golden shadow on his head under the light.

When the other party raised his head, he found that there was no such distinctive lock as Pushkin, but the boring (crossed out) magician's white broken hair, and only one golden eye was exposed.

Gangji remembered that he once asked Gogol why he sometimes covered one eye, and the other party smiled and stuffed a cherry into his mouth, saying that it was a must-have prop for a magician.It's like the little top hat on the head and the little suit on the body.

Gang Ji doesn't understand, but Gang Ji understands.

But now, even though he was dazed, Gangji still remembered that it was already late at night, but Gogol somehow changed into a costume for the performance.

He tried to open his eyes and let out a cry.

"Guoguo?"

Gogol seemed to be humming something casually and ignored him.And Gang Ji fell asleep soon, and dreamed of Pushkin, whom he had not seen for a long time, sitting by his bed and reading to himself a bedtime story.

I can't remember the content of the story clearly, but I only remember the last sentence in a daze:

【"Finally, this story tells us that the greedy crow will always lose the cheese in his hand in order to eat the mouse."】

...Brother Pushkin, like mother.

The Varian troops were galloping.

This black troop is a well-deserved trump card. Even if it only rested for more than ten minutes before marching, it still maintains the sensitivity and vigilance of an elite troop.

Therefore, it was easy to find the marching traces of the troops who were also black on the other side.

"The style of the army... the [crow]."

Scovalo observed the traces on the ground and clicked his tongue unluckily.

The crow [Вopohы] is a native of Russia. It used to be an army of a certain country. After the war, it was abandoned by the country and became the ghost of the three-way zone.

There was a big change in the top management of Russia, and the crow used this to support a certain high-ranking official to settle in Russia. It has developed for decades and has become an extremely influential behemoth.

Although the Crow is still an immature organization compared to Pengelie, the so-called strong dragon can't overwhelm the local snake. If the mission is the goal, avoidance is more in line with the choice.

Scovaro pondered for a moment.

Although he always has a carefree appearance, in fact he is as careful as a hair.

According to the attributes of the flames of dead energy inside Vengley, he is the attribute of rain, and he can still maintain a detached calm in the midst of frenzied passion, which pulls the prelude to everything, and is called the soul-suppressing rain.

He calmly asked his subordinates to bring the map, and found that just as the guide said, the hut in the forest was built on the road that must be passed to enter the depths of the forest.

If you want to go around, it will definitely take a lot of time, and if you participate in this crow-eating mouse scene, it seems that the gain outweighs the loss.

According to intelligence, the Rat of the Dead House is a cunning intelligence organization.Although its leader is a young man, he has a resourcefulness that makes adults frightened. It is said that there are several supernatural beings in the organization.

In this case, then this hut is more likely to be a decoy.

Although the traces of the battle outside the hut were covered by heavy snow, it could be vaguely judged that it was done by one person.The guards seem to be weak, and there are rumors that the leader is training here...

Jiang Taigong was fishing, and those who wished would take the bait.The mouse pushed out the food, catching the crow with the cheese in its beak.

The young man clicked his tongue and called his subordinates, ready to avoid him.

Gang Ji tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

He sat up, and the lights outside the door were not turned on, probably because everyone was already asleep.

The boy who felt that he was already a little adult pondered for a while, and pulled out the barrage.

What is puzzling is that there are still many people on the barrage.Even if Tsuna doesn't interact with them, she can chat freely.

【Ah, Zai Zai is awake?Can't sleep? 】

Tsuna bowed her head in embarrassment, and nodded honestly.

【2333 Zai Zai is so cute. 】

[I knew there would be this program until now xd]

【After all, we cubs need someone to tell a story to fall asleep. 】

Gang Ji was teased by them and kept hanging his head, almost buried in the quilt.

At this time, a bullet screen flashed with the gold label of the administrator number 0001.

[Then what story does the baby want to hear? 】

When it comes to this, Gangji is excited.

He said with bright eyes: "Last time, there were big robots fighting monsters!"

【OK. 】

[Screen recording starts recording screen. 】

[Good night, Zai Zai. 】

Tsuna said goodnight, lay down quickly, closed her eyes, the barrage gradually became transparent, and the female voice of the system began to read the story of robots vs. monsters.

Tsuna's posture quickly changed from cute to wild. He hugged the little doll next to him, uttered a few words indistinctly, and fell into a deep sleep.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

Some people are sleeping soundly, some people are galloping in the dark night.

In the forest in front of the cabin, a group of crows in black trench coats were hiding in the night.

The leading captain waved his hand and ordered his subordinates to stop their actions. After thinking for a while, he summoned his subordinates to ask for a map.

When I took over the map, I found something strange—compared to other subordinates, this guy seems to be a little shorter.

But the crow's selection criteria are based on the standard army, so it is almost impossible for such a slender and small kid to exist.

Feeling vigilant, he put one hand on the wooden warehouse on his waist, and sternly scolded the other side.

"Recruit, number!"

Forbidden by orders, the other party's subconsciously stopped behavior reassured the man for a while, but the next moment, the grinning smile under the thick cloak made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Hey!"

Almost at the same time as he made the sound, many round bombs shook out from the cloak.

The unknown subordinate quickly took out a gas mask from the cloak and put it on, and put it on his face before the hypnotic gas was released.

The gilt-like pupils gleamed under the moonlight, and the strange man who was the first to notice him stretched out his hand and was still struggling, but was stepped on by the other side.

A young man's voice seemed to be heard next to his ears, and he realized that it was a folk song that had been passed down in Russia for a long time before he almost lost consciousness.

The green mist dissipated, Gogol threw away the gas mask on his face, and jumped around twice in a good mood among the corpses on the ground.

"Welcome, welcome, this is the magician's hypnotic magic—" He grinned, holding his cloak and putting one hand on his chest like a circus magician, and bowed deeply.

In the crowd of hundreds of people watching, Gogol jumped happily among the bullets like a light bird. If there were any bullets close to him, he would shake off his cloak and return them back.

There was always an intangible smile on his face, humming one after another old nursery rhymes.

"It's really boring—" he stopped and said, the bullets fired by the enemy aimed at the timing were not returned, but were blocked by a wall protruding from the ground—it was Ivan.

The rumors are not wrong. In fact, the rats in the house of death do have supernatural powers—not to mention, all staff supernatural powers.

Even the mascot that was picked up was muttering about something openly every day, and today he took out medicine, probably because of his supernatural ability.

Gogol jumped on the wall freely, and the unsuspecting enemies were pierced by the soil protruding from the ground.

His eyes swept over these people, and his smile continued to expand.

"This is the end of the show - see you next time, guest—"

——If there is a next time.

Mr. Magician jumped off with a whoosh and stood in front of Ivan.

He leaned over awkwardly, and gloated, "What's wrong, Ivan? You should have gone to the other side? Could it be... your mission failed!"

Ivan: "No, there is no one in my destination, I'm afraid it's on the other side...Master Tosi has already predicted it."

He became fanatical, "Master Tosi said that someone will help us deal with the crow."

Gogol blinked, and a light bulb lit up above his head.

"So that's it! Is it the Italian Seafood Legion?"

Ivan: ...

He didn't want to deal with this nervous magician very much. The outsider he hated the most in the organization besides the new kid was this outsider. He turned around and eagerly wanted to return to Master Tosi.

Walking through the forest path, a warm wooden house with lights appeared in front of them.

Dostoevsky was sitting at the door of the house, coughing with his head bowed, probably due to the effect of the medicine, his condition has improved a lot.

And standing opposite him was Spelby Skuvalo who was planning to take a detour.

The boy with short silver hair stood rebelliously in front of the mouse who had plotted against him, and said an angry "voi—"

Tosi coughed twice weakly, interrupting Skuvalo's volume-casting.

"Could you please keep your voice down," he said, "There is still a child sleeping at home, it will be difficult to wake him up."

——In fact, no, the cubs like rabbits can be lulled to sleep just by patting and pasting them.

Scutaro was stunned for a moment, then felt that he was being played, and increased the volume again.

"You bastard!!"

But the next sentence was interrupted again.

The wooden door was pushed open from the inside, and the eyes followed the empty gap, and saw a round snowball, with a fluffy brown head on the top of the snowball, crying (just woke up ) looking at himself.

Skuvarro suddenly got stuck in his shell, and his brain, which had recognized this little face for almost a month, realized almost instantly that this cub was the target he was looking for, and immediately pulled out the frozen one from behind. The dried tuna was inserted vertically in front of the opponent.

Tsunayoshi, who was shorter than the tuna stuck in the snow, blinked, looked at the ferocious silver hair, then looked at the tuna staring at the eyes of the dead fish, and immediately sucked his nose when he was stared at by the hideous dead fish , slammed open the door and hugged Tuo Si's calf.

Grievance appeared on his face flushed by the fire, his brown eyes were full of water, he hugged Tuo Si's leg like a small ball sticking to the big ball, and the sound of sniffling gradually became more intense. He let out an aggrieved cry, sobbing and muttering, although his voice was small, he could still hear him whimpering and accusing the big villain of "I don't like it" and "I want a hug."

"It's so bad woo woo woo... The big bad guy who scares and scares children with sharks..."

Even burped.

In the middle of the night, everyone silently looked at Spelby (the shark) to scare the children.Scovaro.

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