My body shuddered and my eyes opened, taking in my surroundings. My hands and feet were tied and I couldn't move at all.

I'm not stupid either, but I know I can't make a sound right now, and there's a good chance that the sniper is still in this room.

It's a one-bedroom structure, at least what I see so far. I am now tied to the living room, where the kitchen and living room are connected, and the bedroom is an enclosed room, and the whole house is built with the help of stone and wood.

I'm not sure where I'm in this forest, but hopefully Miss Kit will find me.

By the way, I still have a dagger pinned to my waist, and maybe I can cut the rope with a few movable fingers, but unfortunately I'm not Kriya or Miss Kit, and I don't have the agility of them.

Suddenly there was the sound of sharpening knives and wiping guns from the bedroom, and now the man got up and walked towards me...... I looked up and he came over with a gun, sack, and dagger.

I thought, I'm done, completely finished. I'm going to die here tonight. I closed my eyes and wanted to face death in peace.

"I haven't woken up yet! I thought she'd wake up after dressing her wounds. A very nice male voice rang out.

I was shocked, what's the situation? He injured me and actually helped me bandage my wounds, this person won't have any perverted or abusive habits for beating girls, okay! I opened my eyes slightly, and saw a white, bony finger on my knee.

I looked up at the boy in front of me, and I estimated that he was about twenty-one or twelve years old.

He was different from Philip, and his face was even more stunning.

He has a pair of narrow eyes, long and thick eyelashes, pure eyes, with some gray-brown colors, like crystals in the shimmering light of the world, bright and spirited, clear and gentle, without losing the purity of a teenager. There is a pinch of blue hair in his silver-white hair, which makes him even more individual. But what makes me even more skeptical of science is that he actually has a pair of ears and a tail, a pair of fox ears and a fox tail. The coat color is roughly blue-gray, which should belong to the white fox species.

"You woke up, were you pretending to be asleep?" He asked me, the corners of his mouth curled, more juvenile.

When I heard him say this, I suddenly came back to my senses and shrank back.

"Would you like something to eat?" He stood up on his own, walked over to the wooden table, and picked up a wooden tray that had been placed.

"No, you don't." I think that this person is handsome, but he doesn't know how his character is, whether he is an enemy or a friend.

"Well, I'm sorry for hurting you just now. I just wanted to make sure you weren't one of those people. He scratched his head and drooped his ears.

"Those people? Is it Kargar's men? Those who make and use painted skins? I listened to him say this sensitive word, and suddenly came to my senses, unusually sober.

"Yes, how would you know?" He took a step back and raised his sniper rifle in his hand.

"It's too late to tell you this, the crowd has already started to hunt me and my friends! Because my friends and I found them, and they wanted to eradicate everyone who knew they existed. I lowered my head and pouted.

"Then I'll help you untie it first! It's not good to tie you up, is it? He wagged his tail.

I nodded, and he helped me untie the hemp rope that had been straining my wrists and ankles red.

Ignoring the pain of the wound, I stood up and wanted to go out.

"Wait! You can't go! "He grabbed my wrist.

"Why?" I asked, puzzled.

"I'll tell you later, you must not go out! Now, we don't know each other, my name is Canghai. He smiled slightly, his eyes crooked like crescent moons.

"My name is Lisa Quinn." Again, I symbolically introduced myself.