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The canary kicked the grinning black wolf, and she staggered back to the doorway, and from left to right, with her hands behind her back, began to admire the decoration of the house that the madman owner of Cyril Castle had given to her.

The resplendent circular wall is preceded by lifelike statues of women, either holding quills and writing long scrolls intently, or clasping their hands together in the cold air, or leaning against the pillars carved with angels, and the corners of their lips are hooked, and even the carved angels have the faces of oriental beauties.

What's even more exaggerated is that the huge hall of the castle is full of large and small picture frames, all of which are exactly the same appearance, and the fox eyes they provoke are specially treated, and they are staring at the guests who come to the castle from any direction.

Mo Zishu, dressed in the skin of a crazy canary, felt creepy, and she stood under the largest sheepskin scroll in the center, slightly narrowing her fox eyes that were exactly the same as the portrait, admiring the hanging artwork.

A pale lifeless face.

Bluish-purple lips.

Canaries in cages.

"Howard."

The canary knelt on the ground and held the huge scroll tightly, she stretched out her bloodless arm, and stroked the canary's blue-purple lips that were locked up in a cage on the scroll over and over again.

"Howard."

"Howard."

The canary withdrew her hand suspiciously, touched her full lips hard, backlogged and tore, her long black hair scurried up the steps, and was soon stained with blood from the lip flap by the irascible canary.

The escaped bone fox whirled anxiously around the canary, the well-fed magic vine wandered on the steps, and the huge black wolf stared at the stairs that could not be squeezed up, and let out a worried whimper.

Long black nails roamed to his full chest, and the long-haired canary bit her torn lower lip, cutting open the skin at the heart and accurately holding her own unbeaten heart.

"Howard."

The canary shoved the finger that had touched the heart into her mouth, and she tasted the same taste as her master's, and the greedy canary was blocked by the tentacles that had fallen from the pillar of the magic vine and blocked the hand reaching for the heart.

The Bone Fox's silver flames erupted, and it exploded its non-existent fur and leapt onto the greedy canary's chest, blocking the canary's heart with its own white bones.

"It smells so good.

The stopped canary licked her blood-stained finger aggrievedly, she bit open her own flesh and gnawed her own bones, and the hungry canary swallowed her finger in the blink of an eye.

"It smells so good." The canary, whose mouth was blocked by the magic vine, sadly dragged the sheepskin scroll and climbed up, and a blood-red wriggling scar straddled her white and full chest, which was completely hidden in the canary's skin before the bone fox could see clearly.

The canary, which was eating its own stopped, stamped its feet, threw away the squeaky bone fox, stepped on the constantly swimming magic vines, carried its tattered long dress, and ran up the dark spiral steps with its little face puffed out.

The bone fox screamed angrily as the invisible demon vine followed, and the black wolf who had been left behind struggled to get his huge body out of the narrow staircase railing, staring at the smaller spiral staircase, and snorting angrily.