At this mont, having one more friend is always better than having one more enemy. This is the winning life rule taught to him by Superman Dad. Little Monkey clapped his little hands and said to the people guarding them around, "It doesn’t taste good, so I gave it to him. How can the stuff here be so bad?"
The expressions on these people clearly showed that if it weren’t for orders from soone nad Luo Ke, they would have grabbed Little Monkey and beaten him to death.
Little Monkey wasn’t foolish either; he knew soone was covering for him, although that person wasn’t exactly a good person.
Wa Zicong swallowed the half cookie down his throat, preserving it, digesting it. At this mont, he again felt that within this small body before him was the sa tenacious vitality as hers, and a warmth like her na suggests. After all, it’s her child, unlike her, quite strange.
In front, a building stood in the darkness, resembling the outline of a castle. After the iron door opened, they advanced into the courtyard.
In the courtyard, a large group of various types of animals roared in different ways, and these weren’t the most frightening things.
Wa Zicong turned his head and could see a green eyeball lurking in the darkness, observing him as if he were a plate of delicious food. One word unthinkingly erged in his mind: crocodile!
Not far away, the chill of icy water surrounded this black, rciless castle, and surrounded the entire dark island. More terrifying than the flowing icy water were the creatures in the water ready to open their bloody mouths at any mont.
Little Mingli looked straight ahead, not glancing sideways, causing the crocodile to shift its target of observation from Wa Zicong to his small body, the squinted green eyeball lurking beneath the water’s surface.
After entering the castle, cries could be heard, accompanied by the heavy cracking of a whip.
"Where do you think you’re running? Where do you think you’re running, Anthony!" Hahaha, an evil man’s crazed laughter filled the corridors of the castle, causing many people to shiver.
Upon hearing the na Anthony, Little Monkey gulped nervously: Could it be that his cousin Anthony was also captured?
His little legs couldn’t help but rush forward several steps.
Wa Zicong didn’t have ti to stop him and had to quicken his pace to follow behind.
The group picked up speed and entered a large hall on the first floor.
Inside, the lights were bright, the floor covered with an expensive red carpet, surrounded by burning fireplaces. All the furniture was luxurious with colors of either black or red, making one feel as if they had stepped into a world from a movie.
A man wearing a fox mask was whipping a rolling blonde boy on the ground. When he saw people coming in, his cold gaze swept over the adult and child who entered, and he slowly put away the snake whip in his hand.
The beaten boy lay on the ground, his limbs curled up, his skin showing bloody marks, making one look at it in shock.
Without thinking twice, Little Monkey ran over to him, bent his little head to identify his face, and found that he didn’t look like his cousin, perhaps a bit older.
"Are you okay?"
Hearing a child’s voice, the boy seed unable to believe it, tried hard to open his eyes, saw Little Monkey above him, his eyes widened, and exclaid in English: "Oh my God—"
This exclamation directly caused another man lying weakly on the ground to open his heavy eyelids, shift his gaze to focus on Little Monkey.
Little Monkey’s clever little brain imdiately realized sothing and asked softly, "Do you know my mom and dad?"
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