SCP Steve, containment breach

Ender stands guard in front of 1762's chest.

It's not because of the dragon's body, she wants to apologize.

Steve was right, the dragons weren't her own (though she didn't have one), and they had no ill will towards her, and their rush was, according to Christina, proven to be a playful act in District 13.

"They'll brake hard as they get close to your face, and then swoop upward, the breeze left behind by the flapping of their wings and the earthy scent of grass. "

Dr. Ghana said.

This is actually a misunderstanding.

Paper Dragon and Ender just looked at each other.

Steve couldn't stop this, although Ender was strong, he was still an enderman after all.

As we all know, in Steve's long life, he has long understood that the more endermen play tricks, the more they will fail for unexpected reasons.

As an enderman, there is a limit

The moment the paper dragon and her looked at each other, things were already inevitably slipping to

"What are you looking at?".

"Look at you. "

Such a situation.

"So you'd better wear this thing. "

Steve sighed, tapped Ender's head, and backhanded a pumpkin head and placed it on the shadowman's head.

Christina looks at this rare pumpkin head that can match the appearance of real objects:

"Does this thing work?".

Steve nodded.

"Based on my rich practical experience, since it is impossible to get everyone to wear pumpkin heads, solve this problem.

He glanced at the dazed Ender. "

"Then you can only solve the person who caused the problem. "

If you can't solve the problem, solve the person who caused the problem

Christina stared at Steve for a minute, making sure he wasn't joking, before turning her head away.

Shouldn't I be glad I didn't give him any problems?

Christina felt a pang of joy at the thought that she was going to ask Steve some time ago if she could lift herself.

Well, it almost got solved.

Is this the rule of survival of the cube people?

She swallowed and decided not to think deeply, but instead glanced at her watch

"All in all, behave well, it's almost time. "

As soon as the words fell, the box was opened on time.

The paper dragons scrambled to fly out.

This is a familiar and strange world,

in the fantasy world, this place is called "room", it is said that a long time ago, a great human descended into the illusion world and brought peace to the illusion world through a portal to peace.

At the other end of the door is the hero's hometown, a place that dragons and humans have agreed to protect together.

Therefore, even if the advance team was slightly injured yesterday, the dragon clan did not give up their trust in their friends, and today, they opened the door as promised.

Inside the box, a letter was attached.

"You've found us. Thank you. After all this time, we can finally see each other again, friend. Peace has always been maintained. Since you last came to give order, the giants and behemoths have not spoken a word or caused any more trouble. We miss your team so much. How are your people doing? Do you remember how to run your room? "

"My friend has suffered a minor injury here, but rest assured, for the dragon, this injury is only a drop in the bucket, and it only takes a few hours of recuperation to heal and the bruise will heal. If you have any problems, please let us know and we will be happy to help, just as you helped us in the first place. "

"If you wish, please come near our room, our elders are waiting for you, hoping to recount your old days. "

When the letter was finished, Steve looked up, and the dragon flying in the room had stopped flying at some point, and sat quietly on either side of the box, forming a passage leading to the box.

Steve's gaze was on the dragons lined up on either side.

There was curiosity and joy in their eyes, but above all they were wary.

They were wary of Steve.

Steve immediately understood what was going on.

For some reason, the dragons see Foundation humans as friends of relativity, and it's normal for them to go to a friend's house to play.

But what is not normal is that when I went to a friend's house to play, I was beaten.

The dragons weren't blind, they were smart, and it was clear at a

glance that Steve and the Foundation's humans weren't going to be a species, at least not yet, in their long years of experience, had no human grown into a mosaic.

There's only one answer.

There are also problems on the friend's side, and even so, this is no longer a friend's house.

Dragons are friendly to their friends, but equally merciless to their enemies, and when Steve picks up the letter, there are only two options left.

First, Steve agreed to the feast written on his face, and followed the dragons to the Illusory Realm to visit the elder and set the record straight.

Second, Steve refuses, and then, this uncharacteristically "big event" with a hundred dragons will turn into a conference battle. The dragon will be reckless and not afraid of sacrifice to defend the room of the "friend"!

A group of affectionate species

Steve glanced at the array of dragons that were accumulating their strength and seemed ready to attack, and smiled.

Let them take Ender?

That's impossible, although Ender did not do well this time, and it also made everyone unhappy.

But that's life.

Even Steve, in the new era of Moe, there are fools who dig straight down and fall into the magma, and stand on the coolies for fear of landing too violently. He also used to stupidly attack the zombified piglins with an iron sword, and was chased all over hell, and he was also in the ancient mansion in the forest and the evoker, and was dizzy by the self-explosion after death.

He's a veteran now, yes, he won't make these mistakes again, yes, but he allows Ender, who is still a novice, to make mistakes.

In my world, the longer I survive, the more I will understand that life is never a fast food game, and he has enough patience to tolerate all those who can accompany him.

He is also willing to give the world a little more patience.

My family is in trouble, it's because I don't have a good education, but I can't sell him to you.

She only has one life, and I have countless ones. The bed is in the people, and the bed is not dead. It's just that I can't find a home.

Well, there is only one answer.

Steve stepped forward and walked towards the box.

What about new adventures, dangers?

There's no reason not to go!

Not to mention .........

He clenched the command cube and healing potion in his pocket.

"Hello, my name is Steve, I'm here to make friends. "

(Open the door, Foundation, openthedoor).

ps: Small essays can't be stopped, is there a job on the weekend off doesn't have to be like the leader to apply, why do I feel like I took a vacation and violated the rules of heaven.