Christina, the woman, didn't know what to think, and actually released the dragon in front of Ender.
Didn't she already hear Ender's tragic story about the ender dragon?
That's an evil dragon that is so powerful that the blood bar is different, isn't it the same as plucking Endel's hair until it flies for a while and stops for a while, and you have to don't stop relying on ender crystals to add blood so that you don't get bruised all over your body?
You actually put a dragon in front of her?
"Christina, you'd better give me an explanation!".
Steve forced Ender's restless hands and pressed her head under her to prevent her from continuing to be stimulated by the flying dragons, and gritted his teeth to look at Christina with a bewildered face, and said angrily
"Do you know what you did? You are murdering!".
Christina was stunned.
What's going on?
At most, some paper dragons flew out of the box, and according to the report of Area 13, these paper dragons not only did not have any ability to do any harm, but were even very happy to contact and play with humans.
Director Black took a fancy to this, so he proposed this SCP to be a research project of co-supervision, saying that it was co-supervision, but in fact, it was intended to sell Christina's personal favor and deepen the friendship between District 19 and Steve.
Maybe there's something even more awesome to get in exchange?
But this time, he seemed to have done something bad with good intentions.
Steve has no interest in 1762, and Ender even has a bad feeling, and Christina, who roughly knows that Steve is a calf protector, immediately realizes that something is wrong.
But what went wrong?
Christina retreated to the door with the box in her arms, looking at 1762's appearance suspiciously.
Could it be that you are not square enough?
When Steve shouted the word murder, Christina gave up completely.
Well, this time the sycophant was slapped on the horse's leg.
Since this thing could cause damage to Ender, it's better to stay away.
The two reached the same conclusion in a subtle error of understanding
Let the dragon stay away from Ender.
However, to the surprise of neither Christina nor Steve, the dragon didn't think so.
Steve was sure that no dragon would like someone who had nothing to do to pull out his scales, and Christina was sure that if Ender didn't like it, Steve wouldn't like it.
But the dragon
doesn't listen to them, the dragon has its own ideas.
The dragon said I'm brave and I'm going to try.
I saw that Steve, who had let go of Ender's hands, had just stood up, and the origami dragons who were originally hovering on the roof made a "nod", "confirm", and then "onboard charge" under Christina's nose!" flapped his wings and flew towards Ender.
Good! Very
energetic!
But what is the use of a group of ancestral figures who hit 096 with pieces of paper?
However, in Christina's eyes, it is a dragon with pieces of paper, but in the eyes of Steve and Ender, it is a real behemoth.
Although not as outrageously sized as the ender dragons, each one took up about a tenth the size of the containment chamber, so much so that when they rushed in rows, Steve simply gave up resistance.
Bang, I'll play phantoms.
These dragons are really dead, and you Endeer Lafayette dares to offend the skinning and cramps, which is really just around the corner.
Since you are going to die, I cannot stop it, and no one can stop it.
Sighing to himself, Steve shook off the arm that had just suppressed Ender, so that he was still a little out of strength, set up his shield, and then quietly watched the dragon rushing towards Ender, and was grabbed by the enderman with his hand.
"Ender, be lighter, it's not your own. "
"Good ......".
The endermen agreed briefly, not at all listening, and stretched out their claws towards them.
At this moment, Christina knew who was bullying whom in Steve's mouth for murder.
"Don't fight, don't fight, the keel is broken!".
"Scales under your hands!".
"My clothes were stripped naked, and I didn't have a face to see anyone. "
Christina reached out and poked the cube man's waist, raised her chin at Ender, who was smiling happily, and couldn't help but complain
"What you're talking about, is it really PTSD, not a withdrawal reaction?".
Steve pulled out his computer:
"I'm Google's. "
(I'm super good at Google).
Christina covered her face: "Our strategic cooperation with Google has been canceled, so you should come and ask me next time." "
Steve looked incredulous: "You still know medicine?".
Christina was shocked: "You cave people like you who barbecue meat in a furnace and drink the blood of Mao Ru actually know what medicine is?"
Steve was stunned and nodded unwillingly.
Like, she's right
Stop scolding, stop scolding, we're going to evolve too.
Seeing this, Christina knew the answer without thinking about it, sighed helplessly, pushed the flat glasses she had just bought to add the temperament of a scholar, and promised:
"Don't worry, I'm gifted, and after a while, I can become a trained doctor. When the time comes, with your superhuman physique, the virus will definitely stay away from you. "
For some reason, Steve felt a chill down his spine.
Looking at Christina's confident expression, the corners of his mouth twitched.
I've always felt that even if I'm superhuman, I can't handle your treatment, well-trained doctor.
In the midst of small talk, SCP-1762-2 has fallen silent. They all stared at Ender's hands with bated breath, while mourning for the poor colleagues who were grass when the group was not successful, and at the same time always beware of being caught and in trouble.
At that moment, a puff of smoke erupted from the box placed at the door.
It seems that he has finally waited for redemption, large and small, wrinkled, not wrinkled, dirty, not dirty, limping, alive, just now he was still pretending to be dead, and now Bolt's origami dragon in the second dragon jumped up and rushed into the world in the box like lightning.
"Smack!".
A cardboard box that feels like an old-fashioned roller shutter is closed.
Steve then walked over to Ender, curious
"Are you alright?".
Ender blinked and rubbed her hands together.
Looking at this unfinished look, Steve knew that there was no need to ask.
.........
Fantasy, the dragon's home, in front of the door of the room.
The
cryan dragon crouched flapped its wings on its back.
She is an orthodox Western dragon, albeit still a juvenile.
Lying in front of the room, he looked at the eastern dragon with a snake-like body that stretched for several kilometers beside him, and asked curiously
"Great Elder, you said that the human friends outside are very friendly, is it true or false?"
The old dragon smiled, moved forward, and only then did he reach the distance, and patted the cyan little dragon's head with his little paws:
"Of course, the reason why we were able to defeat the giants and protect the peace of the illusion world back then was because of the help of our friends. "
His eyes flashed with memories, and he said slowly
"Back then, the restless creatures of the giants wanted to break out of the room and invade their world, and for this reason provoked a war ......in the fantasy world."
The cyan dragon shook his head.
It's the same old story again, and she's tired of hearing it.
She just looked at the room curiously and asked
"Then why haven't they come back yet, uncle?".
The old dragon hesitated for a moment, looked at the passage in the room, and said:
"I guess it's too much fun to play with my friends, right?"
"Next time, let them play, and we seniors will give them the opportunity. "
In the passage, the dragons who were slowly moving forward were teary-eyed.
"I'm not going to go again, (T man T)".