Iceberg Piggy の小説・ストーリー

She said "No, I'm not, but you're not part of this. you're only supposed to stay in your room until I leave "Jack said, and Chloe sighed. "I want to see Iceberg, but it's too bad for him "Chloe muttered "Who knows?" Jack said with a smile and a wink just before leaving Behind her, someone asked, "Who is Iceberg?" she turned and Ariel moved towards her. She asked, "If I'm not wrong, is that Tiger?"

When Stella returned to the Fire Ice Island, she focused all of her energy on cultivating. She delegated management of the island's affairs to her four brothers. The four brothers were a little dense and simple-minded, but the Ice Fire Island was far enough away from land that nothing disastrous occurred. The Ice Fire Island was located in an area with unusual climate features and was home to a special breed of fish known as the Ice Marrow Fish. The fish resembled a sea snake, snow-white in color and ice-cold to the touch. Its spiritual energy was unique, and it was considered an excellent health supplement for cultivators.

Suddenly, in the current difficulty, she still had some reason to remember that she had a bag of pig blood in the refrigerator. Phoebe felt like she was dying of thirst, she slammed the door and ran out of the bathroom, her hands and feet frantically took a bag of pig blood from the refrigerator, because it had been in the refrigerator for a while, the nutrients and taste were not as good as when it was first slaughtered. . Although it was quite difficult to drink, this was the best solution to her current thirst for blood.

call it a "poor person's meal" "Today's meal is a six-dollar cheese sandwich and a one-dollar hard-boiled egg from the snack shop down the road. Super cost-saving today!" "Excuse me, but I'm better than you. I spent only four bucks on cheese croissants today!" "That's enough, you both! I feel like I'm hallucinating the five-cheese lasagna we used to get from the hotel lunches back then…" Right under the last comment was a sticker emoji of a crying face.

Someone was surprised, "This Rockefeller family is really thrifty. They actually raised a pig at home. It's fat, white and looks so good. It's feeding it all the leftovers they can't eat every day. The key is that it does not have hair!" Another person said, "You don’t understand, do you? There is a kind of pig called the pet pig. It looks like a mangy dog, but it grows big. Since it emits an ornamental aroma, it must be that species. As for why it can grow so big… It probably eats too much every day. Pigs have greedy mouths, after all. It’s their character." When Pigsy heard this, he was so angry his lungs almost exploded.

It's been almost a month since I came here, and this is all I get. I would have fared better brewing barley tea every hour... "Hmm, Fargo – you're the only friend I have... although you are going to be eaten sooner or later," I muttered as I pat the humongous pig on his back. And as if my life was laid out like a novel, the red-haired man – whom I came to know his name was Isaac – rushed with his little penguin squad. I bet they rehearse for their lines just for these moments. "Hey, shit-eater!" I predicted what he was going to say as I whispered under my breath. He was taken aback, however, nothing could stop him from delivering his deliberate lines.

Fremingo opened the door with his fingerprints, and a pink dumpling piggie rushed out of the house, rubbing his feet and "humming" Fremingo , such a noble man, even raises pigs! How much does he like pigs? Yuri will never forget that he received a small fragrant pig from him on his fifth birthday. It was very similar to this one. At that time, she named it tiramisu, which was her favorite food. "Pig, look who's coming." Fremingo bent down and stretched out his hand to turn the pig's head against his trouser legs to Yuri. Yuri: "..."

I reached for my water, my eyes tracking the way his throat bobbed when he swallowed. "Is that a crime?" "You don't eat here," he rasped, finally lifting his head. Those green eyes were blown out, the pupils swallowing the iris until they were almost entirely black. "You eat... there." He gave a sign vaguely toward the center of the room where the team was staring at us like we had both grown second heads. "I eat where I want," I replied. I took a bite of my sandwich, watching him. "Why are you sitting in the dark? You like being a ghost?"

The other, more pathetic part was already calculating how tempting this was. “Why would you do that for me?” I asked. “Because I need to stay captain.” He shrugged, the movement casual but his eyes serious. “And it’ll be entertaining.” His gaze flicked to my mouth for half a second before returning to my eyes. “Besides, you’re not hopeless. You’ve got… potential.” I narrowed my eyes. “This is a terrible idea.” “Probably.” That wicked grin flashed again. “But it’s a win-win. You get the guy. I stay on the ice. We both survive these tutoring sessions without killing each other.”