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Ah... I can imagine that tragic scene :)

"Red hair looks so pretty!" Mother Spider yelled impatiently and confidently, "It's boring for a family of three to have black hair." She even dissed a wave of her daughter's color matching.

"...When everyone has black hair and black eyes, Mom, don't complain about me." Tara squeezed the space between her brows, "I think this is pretty good?"

"It's nothing special, you're just copying your mother's idea." Mother Spider rolled her eyes at her daughter with precision.

End.

It's also the first time I heard my mother dislike her daughter's resemblance to her :)

Peter tugged at the hem of Tara's clothes, and asked in a low voice when the girl turned her head, "Pinch your face?"

Tara rubbed his curly hair like a fool: "You know that no matter how quiet you are, the two at the bottom can still be heard, right?"

Peter: See through but not tell through QAQ

Mother Spider let out a giggle, not even bothering to pretend.

"Although we are self-willed now, in fact we are all spider spirits, we are spiders." Tara bent one leg and dangled the other leg by the side of the car.

"The original form of the elves is too big, which is very inconvenient. As for becoming smaller and mixing with ordinary animals? Most elves don't like to do this. Not really willing to do that," Tara said in detail.

"That's why they all chose human form. Human society is so interesting, there are so many fun things to eat, and there are so many delicious foods." Tara rubbed her face.

"The human form is actually a shell, which is completely made out of our demon power. Of course, the face, figure, etc. are all up to us to decide." Tara touched her eyes, pinched her nose, and Bared his teeth.

"However, this process is quite labor-intensive. It's a delicate job. If it changes, it will become unrealistic," Tara pouts. "At least it's not realistic for us spider spirits. Some races need to be discussed."

"General monsters don't spend too much time pinching their faces. They are basically like humans. One face lasts a lifetime." Tara thought for a while, and added with a sense of crisis, "I won't Suddenly changed face."

"There are also those who are particularly stinky," Mother Spider added lazily, "I spend all day thinking about how to make myself more beautiful, and I don't think that every time I change my face, human aesthetics will also change a new round. gone."

"Mom, since you like red hair so much, why didn't you get yourself a red one?" Tara leaned forward, grabbing the roof of the car.

"Of course it's different," said Mother Spider plausibly. "I'm very satisfied with my hair now. I just want to try other colors on your head."

Tara: I'm stupid, why am I asking :)

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As the car drove forward, the surrounding scenery became more... unrestrained.

The serious buildings were basically invisible, and later even the roads disappeared.The grass grows so freely, but it has a great effect on protecting eyesight.

After a period of "overcoming thorns and thorns" with bumps and bumps, it was completely impossible to continue watching.No matter how you say it, this car is just an ordinary family hatchback, without such advanced off-road capabilities.

"It seems that it can't be driven." Father Spider's tone sounded a little strangely excited, "This time, I drove at least 100 meters more than last time, which is really good."

"The tires may not think so, Dad." Tara jumped off the roof lightly, and patted the door, "Tsk tsk, it's full of mud, and it's time to wash the car again."

"I hope your dad won't just throw the whole car into the river this time." Mother Spider turned sideways to avoid the ash carefully.

"That happened decades ago..." Father Spider smiled helplessly, "It was also the first time I came into contact with a car at that time."

"Is it just being carried back by the car this time?" Tara looked around, "Why don't you wipe it off a little first, it's too dirty."

"Carry it, carry it back?" Peter stuttered in shock.

So should he take the initiative to ask for a job at this time?It is said on the Internet that you have to work hard in front of the woman's parents in order to have a good impression.

Father Spider didn't give him this chance: "No need," he took out a small bag from the inner lining of his jacket, "Your cousin gave us a big one, just put it in."

big?Peter glanced at the bag that was too big to touch Father Spider's palm, and wondered if there was something wrong with his definition of size.

"Did uncle make a new one?" Tara's eyes lit up, "Is there any more? Give Peter one!"

"Yes, yes, it's ready for a long time," Mother Spider waved her hand, "I'll bring it to Peter when I get home, and your cousin will make you a new one by the way."

Tara jumped on the spot excitedly, pulled Peter and whispered to his ear: "This uncle is the maker of our backpack, made of his silk, and his racial talent is very powerful!"

While speaking, the car had been put into the bag, and Dad Spider put the bag in his pocket, beckoning: "Let's go."

He subconsciously popped out the four spider legs, and suddenly realized that this time was different from the past, so he wanted to put them away again: "Sorry, I'm used to it."

"Ah? Ah, no, no, no, it's okay, just follow your habits, and I will try my best to keep up." Peter waved his hands embarrassingly.

"It's okay, Dad, I'll take Peter with me," Tara Lisuo propped himself up, bent slightly, and patted himself on the back with his backhand, "Come on, you took me before, this time it should be It's my turn."

Mother Spider gave him a push from behind: "Why are you so shy, it just so happens that you are also getting used to it and know your way."

The big spiders ran away without a trace, but Tara was not in a hurry.Anyway, she was going back to her own home, so she had nothing to worry about.

"Have you grasped it firmly? Is this position uncomfortable? If you are uncomfortable, I can change back to the original shape, just shrink it a little bit." Tara always felt that she had four legs behind her, and Peter would not be able to grasp it. I turned my back and supported it several times, but I was always worried.

"Tara..." Peter patted her on the shoulder, "I won't fall, really, don't be so nervous."

But when I took the rabbit next door, I threw that silly rabbit away, hanging on a tree branch and dangling.Tara blinked, but finally swallowed the words back.

This way of rushing is definitely a novel experience.

At first Peter focused most of his energy on his arms around Tara's neck—yes, that sort of role reversal—and then relaxed.

Tara ran very smoothly, and she didn't know why she had so little confidence in herself before.

That is of course because the people on the back are different.

Tara carefully controlled herself, that silly rabbit wouldn't break if it fell, but this time it was her serious spouse on its back, who would pay for it if it fell?

Probably because she was traveling entirely on her four spider legs, Tara kept her center of gravity very low, her upper body pressed down deeply, and she was almost running close to the ground.

The speed is very fast, but not as fast as she is in battle. This is probably a state that makes her very relaxed.The greens on both sides retreated in unison. If Peter's vision hadn't been mutated, he wouldn't be able to recognize his way, but it would be nice to be able to see what he just retreated.

The spider's legs scraped across the blades of grass and made a rustling sound. Occasionally, Tara would jump on a few trees with her body half sideways. slide down.

"Does this area belong to your family?" Peter leaned into the girl's ear and said.There is no way, the wind is too strong, if you raise your head a little, it will be blown away, and you will be blown away if you can't say a few words.

"Several houses live in this area, not just us." Tara tilted her head slightly, trying to make her voice sound clearer, "We live relatively inward, and the rabbits should be around here."

"Rabbit? Rabbit monster?" Peter tried to figure it out.

"Yes, they are such a big family. The boss is about my age, and he is a short-tempered little guy." Tara paused briefly on a tree branch, "If you are curious, we can take a look and make a call." Say hello and go."

"Let's go to your house first, uncles and aunts are still waiting." Peter scratched his head, "I will stay here for a long time, won't I?"

"That's right, don't worry." Tara nodded in agreement, but couldn't hold back her complaints after all, "You can call that couple uncle and aunt so naturally..."

The emotion in this tone was too strong, Peter twitched the corner of his mouth: "Then why not? These are your parents."

"The two of them are calculated according to the age of human beings..." Tara tried to find a similar one among the acquaintances, "they are as old as the captain, no, they should be older than the captain, they gave birth to me Born late."

This control group looks familiar. Did we just use it on you before?

"Let's go first." Peter sounded a little weak.

"Okay." Tara complained habitually, and took off again after a little energy accumulation.

The trees in this forest have been shrouded in the power of the elves all year round, and they are much harder than their compatriots.With the strength of Tara's jumping and the sharpness of her spider legs, only shallow scratches were left on the surface.

Seeing Peter looking back curiously, Tara explained clearly: "These trees are ordinary trees, they are not refined, at most they are harder."

"Before, there were human beings who sneaked over and wanted to cut down trees and sell them. Unfortunately, their saws couldn't cut them at all, and a few fairies who knew illusions gave them a little guidance. Everyone thought they were haunted, and they were so frightened that they couldn't do it anymore. I didn't dare to come."

"Speaking of which, since such a reputation has spread, although there are still some brave people who come to explore, most of them don't come here anymore. It's very clean, and there is no need to worry about some little monsters accidentally revealing their identities. "

"Can't you reveal your identities?" Peter recalled the first time the girl said carelessly that she was a spider spirit, but they didn't believe it at that time.

"Of course there is no such rule," Tara grinned. "Have you read any strange novels?"

"It's just that I basically don't know how to say it. I feel that if I expose my identity, I won't be able to mix in the crowd of humans." Tara stuck out her tongue, "I told those kids to be careful. The ears are all callused. The cubs are too weak, and they will be easily captured if left alone."

"However, that generally means that the parents are not competent, and the brothers and sisters don't care. After all, there are very few goblins in the family who are no better than humans."

Tara added in a low voice: "But if you find the race of the spider that bit you, don't say that, some big monsters have strong self-esteem."

The author has something to say: I was thinking, this irritable little rabbit, should I write about a male rabbit or a female rabbit? [cheek support]

Today I happily rubbed on coco's air conditioner: 1 bottle of Xuetangtang;