Kemon patted the scarf around his neck, summoning the big-faced cat.

Even when he sleeps, he wears a scarf and unties it a few times for comfort.

Kemon looked into the eyes of the big-faced cat, and looked at the sand sculpture with his peripheral vision.

With Tang Yuan staring at the sand sculpture, he didn't have to panic too much.

In terms of reaction speed, it is definitely the pet that is faster than him.

The sound of the bell ringing made the sense of crisis linger in Kemon's heart.

The sense of crisis came inexplicably, and Kemon didn't know where the crisis came from.

Fifteen seconds passed, and Kemon gained strange knowledge.

"Sand Sculpture"

"A rare eagle that grows in the desert, other birds shed their feathers, they shed sand. I'm always cleaning the sand between my wings, and when I shake, the sand falls."

"The sand sculpture people are proficient in the sand sculpture language, and even if they don't understand the bird language, they can understand their sand sculpture sounds."

Kemon looked at the feet of the sand sculpture, and a thin layer of sand had been piled up under his feet.

Sand makers?

I always feel that the construction site needs it, and it is free to make sand, which is environmentally friendly and clean.

This was followed by another strange piece of knowledge.

"Jingle Bells"

"A small bell will make a crisp "ding" sound every time it is shaken, and the listener will have a sense of crisis, the longer you listen to it, the louder the sound, and the heavier the sense of crisis."

"There is a limit to the sense of crisis generated by the jingle bell, and it cannot be promoted to a sense of fear."

After gaining new knowledge, Kemon finally knows where the sense of crisis comes from.

The nail bell can make a "ding" sound, and any creature that hears the dinging sound will create a sense of crisis.

The sense of crisis can be stacked continuously, but the bell can only be stacked to the boundary of the near-fearful feeling.

Jingle bells can scare off some people or things at some point, and the effect is not bad.

Kemon thought for a moment and slapped the big-faced cat back into the scarf.

Then give Tang Yuan sign language, Tang Yuan came to his senses, twisted his golden hair into the shape of a hand, and snatched the bell from the sand sculpture's mouth.

Ding Ding Ding Ding.

The sound of the bell rang loudly, and the sense of crisis intensified.

Without the bell, the sand sculpture still didn't dare to open its eyes, its body trembled more intensely, and the fear aggravated.

It can be seen how terrible the status of the evil god is in the heart of the sand sculpture, and he doesn't even dare to open his eyes.

It was eager to gouge out both eyes to avoid looking directly at the evil god.

Also because the shaking intensified, more sand was shaken off from the cracks of the feathers.

Kemon slapped the bell into the storage space with a scarf, and the tinkling sound disappeared, and the sense of crisis disappeared.

The little sand sculpture didn't seem so scared anymore, but it still didn't dare to open its eyes.

"Wake up, it's safe here, don't be afraid." Kemon put on the glove of Juli and sat on the bed and looked at it.

The glutinous rice balls are still tense, and they must maintain basic vigilance in the face of abnormal creatures.

The sand sculpture heard Kemon's words, and the sand shook off again.

"Open your eyes." Kemon said again.

The sand sculpture hurriedly raised its wings and buried its head in the wings, not daring to look at it at all.

However, this action reveals that it can understand human speech.

"Tangyuan, break its wings."

The glutinous rice balls are ordered, roll the body directly to the sand sculpture, then use the dog hair to break the wings, and then use the fine dog hair to break the eyes of the sand sculpture.

Such a tough attitude made the sand sculpture even more afraid, his body trembled to the extreme, and he opened his beak and made a swishing sound, like a little daughter-in-law who had been forced.

However, when he opened his eyes, the sand sculpture finally saw that what was in front of him was a ball of golden retrievers.

Then its head was forcibly straightened, and Kemon's face came into view of the sand sculpture.

The little sand sculpture thought it would be a very scary face and a very scary environment.

But what the hell is the situation in front of me, warm sunlight, white walls, and a harmless-looking man with the face of an adventurer.

"Huh? Huh? The sand sculpture made a strange pronunciation.

A small head, with big doubts.

Is this an evil god?

The little sand sculpture spits out the carving language, Kemeng does not know the carving language, but he does understand its sand sculpture language.

It has white hair all over its body, like a creature in the snow, holy and pure.

Because the feathers are very white, the yellow sand that shakes off becomes very conspicuous, and the cracks between the feathers are full of sand, and they can never be shaken off.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that you will live here in the future, follow the rules of contemporary society, and don't make trouble, otherwise you will pluck your hair and use it to make soup." Kemeng first set the tone when he came up, so as not to make trouble with the sand sculptures.

This sand sculpture does not have the kind of recognition ceremony as Tangyuan, so it is definitely inferior to Tangyuan in loyalty, and it is necessary to train the small sand sculpture well.

Naturally, the little sand sculpture also heard Kemon's words.

But to be honest, the little sand sculpture couldn't understand Kemon's words.

The previous action of burying its head in its wings was its subconscious behavior, curling its neck, it could not see the outside, and the evil god could not see it.

Self-deception, this is the life-saving idea of the small sand sculpture.

At this moment, seeing Kemon's face, the heart of the little sand sculpture seemed to stop beating.

Oops, I saw the true face of the evil god!

I can't live anymore.

And just now I also issued a question sentence, at this moment, the little sand sculpture wants to die.

The body trembled, and the sand shook from between the feathers.

Kemon watched the sand on the floor pile up more and more, and his mood gradually became delicate, a little unhappy.

There was a lot of sand, and he had to clean it himself, which was really troublesome.

The little sand sculpture didn't know what Kemeng was thinking, and when he saw Kemeng's face was slightly gloomy, his heart also chuckled.

"Whoa!"

The sand sculpture closed its eyes, looking like it was ready to be slaughtered, and it accepted its fate.

In the heart of the little sand sculpture, Kemeng is definitely an evil god.

As for Kemeng's lack of a strong terrifying aura, the little sand sculpture understood that the evil god had hidden the evil god's aura, so it looked harmless to humans and animals.

If you annoy the evil god, you will definitely turn your face and deny the eagle, and you will kill it in the blink of an eye.

Kemon saw the sand sculpture tremble even more, and the sand fell from the crack in the feather.

Looking at the sand all over the ground, Kemon fell into deep thought.

How to adjust to make the little sand sculpture stop trembling.

Pregnant!

Nameless salted fish!

Kemeng looked at the nameless salted fish in the room, the nameless salted fish was placed on the table at the moment, and the sand sculpture was just facing away from the nameless salted fish and closed its eyes and waited for death, but did not see the salted fish.

A few seconds later, Tang Yuan picked up the nameless salted fish and gently patted the face of the sand sculpture.

The little sand sculpture opened its eyes and saw that its face was on the body of the salted fish, and felt inexplicably frightened.

It was also at this time that its body finally stopped trembling and stopped shaking off the sand.