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League of Legends-Jiang Mumu's Tears
Why don't we go and find a friend? This sentence is Amumu's mantra, but he has never found a friend. I know it's lonely, and no one can help me, just like no one can help me, so I will choose to make it perfect in the game, and myself.

I love your past life is unknown, because it has amnesia. It doesn't know who it is, only that it is sad. It doesn't want to cry, but it can't stop crying. ...

I love you cursed, and the curse is that everyone who touches it will die, so I love you without finding a friend, but later. ...

"The gods were furious and shook the earth. The Great Rift Valley in East Africa has broken eight barren lands. " It is such a rift valley that attracts a young man to treasure. He found an opening, the entrance to an ancient tomb, and only the dog's head knew how long the door had been dusty. The young man needs to raise a child and please his wife, so he ventured forward because the opportunity was so tempting. "

"The air in the grave is so cool that we can finally avoid the heat and high temperature outside. The young man lit the torch and the shadow reflected by the fire danced in front of him. He is careful at every step, always on the lookout for traps. He is poor, but he is not stupid. "

"The walls in the tomb are smooth obsidian, engraved with ancient words and images. He couldn't understand it-he was a clown-but he began to study these pictures. "

"He saw a little prince sitting cross-legged on the sundial, supported by a group of servants, with a smile on his face. There is a treasure chest full of gold coins in front of him, and the envoys in strange clothes are bending over to offer tributes. "

"He continued to look at other stone carvings, and the smiling prince appeared in the painting again. This time he walked among his own people, and they all just put their heads on the ground. The crown on the boy's head shines like the sun. "

"In these photos, there is a small golden statue in front. The value of this golden statue has exceeded the sum of the wealth he dared to touch in his ten lives. The young man picked up the golden statue and slipped into his cloth pocket. "

"He doesn't want to stay. He knew that others would arrive here soon. He had better have left when they arrived. Greed will make the greatest man a fool, and he knows very well that others will not hesitate to let him bleed for the golden statue-not only the golden statue, but also all the wealth at a deeper level. Although the young man has many shortcomings, he is not greedy for money. He felt no need to go any further. Leave the rest of the treasure to others. "

"He glanced at the last picture before leaving the grave. The little prince in the picture died and lay quietly on the coffin. The person closest to him is crying, but the person far away is cheering. Is he really loved? Or a tyrant? He has no way to know. "

"Just then, he heard a voice: a voice that made him tremble in the dark."

"He looked around, eyes wide open, holding a high flashlight. But there is nothing. "

"'Who's there?' He said. But the answer is silence. "

"The young man shook his head. "It's just the wind, you idiot," he thought. "It's just the wind," "

"Then he heard the same voice again, this time more clearly. In the deeper darkness of the ancient tomb, a child was crying. "

"If it is in other places, his fatherly nature will drive him to find the source of sound. But here, in the dark grave? "

"He wanted to escape, but he didn't escape in the end. The crying resonated with him. The crying is full of sadness and sorrow. "

"Is it possible to have another entrance to the grave? What if a little boy really walks into the grave and gets lost? "

"He held the torch high and crept forward. The crying continued, faintly echoing in the darkness. "

"He came to a more spacious tomb door, the ground was dark and reflective. The gold wares in the tomb and the walls inlaid with jewels sparkled in the firelight. He walked carefully into the grave. "

"He suddenly pulled his leg back, because his heel didn't touch the ground, causing several ripples on the ground. This is water. The ground is not smooth obsidian-it is full of water. "

"He knelt down and scooped a handful of water to his mouth. He threw up at once. This is salt water! Here it is! Shuruima's heart is thousands of miles away from the nearest ocean! "

"He heard the boy crying again, and now it's closer."

"He held the flashlight to his eyes, and the young man caught a glimpse of a figure through the fire. It looks like a child sitting there with his back to him. "

"He walked carefully into the grave. The water on the ground is not deep. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end, and fear filled his chest, but he still didn't turn and run away. "

"'Are you lost?' He asked, slowly approaching. How did you get here? "

"The figure didn't turn around, but he did speak."

"'I ... I don't remember,' he said. His voice echoed around the young man for a long time, and many layers of echoes bounced back from the wall of the grave. The boy's accent is very old and his words are strange, but he can understand. I don't remember who I am. "

"'Don't worry, son,' said the young man. Everything will be fine. "

"He was near some, in front of the figure finally revealed. His eyes widened in horror.

"The figure in front of him is a golden statue inlaid with agate, which is a golden statue. It is not the source of crying, nor the source of the boy's voice. "

"At this moment, a little hand, a dry little hand, caught him."

"The young man looked down. Next to him stood a corpse wrapped in a linen bandage, the little prince in the painting. Although the zombie boy's face is wrapped in a shroud, his empty eye socket still emits a dim and ghostly light. "Zombie boy caught the young man's hand.

"'Can you be my friend?' The little boy asked, his mouth bandaged and his voice low. "

"The young man suddenly fell backwards and broke free from the child's grip. The young man looked at his arm in horror: his hand had begun to shrink and turn black, and it kept shrinking and shriveled. This life-consuming brief contact is climbing up his arm. "

"He turned and ran away. In his panic and hurry, he lost his lantern. The fire fell into the lake of tears, hissed, and then darkness came. However, he can still vaguely distinguish the faint sunshine ahead. He ran to the light and stumbled at the end of the road. At the same time, the decline of life was still moving towards his heart. "

"At that time, he thought that the zombie boy could catch him at any time, but it didn't happen. He feels that he has experienced eternity, but in fact he may have only experienced a few heartbeats, and then he rushed out of the darkness and returned to the heat of the desert again. "

"'I'm sorry,' a sad voice lingered behind him. I didn't mean to. "