He was a young man of twenty-five or sixteen, thin with a crooked chin, greasy sloppy hair, his forehead swept over his eyelids like weeds, dressed in the most common suede jacket and linen trousers of the natives, and a pair of dirty boots on his feet.

"Who's knocking here, so late-"

The oil-headed boy's lazy yawning mouth immediately tightened, and his eyes scanned in horror at the three imposing strangers in front of him, their eyes falling on their heavy woollen cloaks, shiny blades, and finely forged armor.

Finally his eyes fell on the monk's hat monkey standing on the threshold, and the monkey saluted him solemnly.

"Y-you?" he couldn't yet deduce from the two distinct pieces of equipment, fully armed and carrying pets.

"Did you have a little doll here the other day?" asked Captain Sargassum, grimacingly.

The oil-headed boy looked surprised, but immediately regained his composure.

"We don't have any children at home, and I don't have a wife. The man said with a grin.

"Really?" asked Remassa in a stern whisper.

"Of course, of course!" the oil-headed boy nodded repeatedly, and then began to probe, "I don't know if you are-"

Captain Sargassum didn't speak, and rolled up his sleeve slightly, revealing the lion tattoo on his forearm.

Remassa and Hidden Eyebrows were silent.

After looking at the tattoo of sargassum, the oil-headed boy's face changed greatly, and he swallowed a mouthful of foam with difficulty.

"We don't really have any children in our family. His voice trembled, and he was much more panicked than before.

Just then, the sound of something falling to the ground was heard in a corner of the room, and after a few seconds it was silent again.

The oil-headed boy didn't dare to make a sound.

“······ It's no small children······" His voice changed to a mosquito hum.

The words I was lying were written all over his face.

Remassa, the captain and the hidden eyebrows were all frowning, their expressions were solemn, under such a triple pressure, this person did not dare to raise his head at all.

Originally, I couldn't be sure, but now that he looks like a thief, Wen De'er must be hiding here.

Seeing that he was full of lies and procrastinating, Yin Xinmei was immediately furious.

But in order not to disturb the child, they still hope to try not to use violence to get the person to hand over Wende'er.

However, people can bear it, but monkeys can't bear it!

The monkey stretched out his upper limbs and pointed straight at the man, and a series of rather regular monosyllabic words popped out of his mouth, as if in righteous indignation at what he had done, and then the monkey ran out of the door and blew a screaming whistle.

It jumped back, hugged its chest like a human, and looked at the man triumphantly, as if to say: You don't tell the truth, do you, you have to force me to use a trick.

The three of them were also surprised by each other, and they didn't know what kind of play the furry guide was singing.

But the oil-headed man was completely shocked, his teeth chattered, and he fell to his knees with his head in his hands.

"Don't, don't—"

The three of them looked at each other, and at that moment a scream of fear came from the night outside the door, followed by a violent current in the darkness, and an aggressive and savage commotion was coming at them with a catastrophic momentum—

"Ah——!!h

As the man erupted in a terrible scream, he seemed to have seen a ghost alive, and was viciously choked by an invisible claw—

The three of them were so stunned by this scene that they didn't dare to make a sound at all, and they didn't even dare to move their heads.

Deathly silence.

At this moment, a strong current of heat came from behind them, surrounding both sides, and some kind of large object had appeared here in response to the call of the whisk, and there was a low roar tumbling out of their throats in their ears - the bookbag net

Two huge black lions silently appeared in the doorway like the night wings of the Grim Reaper.

The jet-black head was broad and majestic, the blazing golden-brown eyes shot a hideous and wild light, the long mane of the head was shaky and shaky, and the tail like a steel whip kept hitting the ground hard.

No one had ever seen such a frighteningly large black male lion, they were exactly the same, slowly approaching the sides of the oil-headed boy, as if the two giant hands of the god of the night were about to tear him to pieces.

The black lion's bloody mouth opened slightly, and his snort sprayed on the man's chaff-like head, and his coal-like eyes lowered to meet the man's gaze, and he fell on his back in fright, the back of his head slammed to the ground.

The three of them were completely frightened and overwhelmed, no one could have imagined such a terrifying scene, it was like a nightmare.

Only the monkeys were triumphant over there.

A black lion's huge claws rested on the man's chest, wild breath and foul saliva hanging over his face, long, sharp fangs dangling just above his eyes.

The other lion went around to the back and struck him on the top of the head with his claws, almost breaking the man's brain.

The monkey jumped over and muttered something to the man.

The mighty, terrifying roar of the lion rang out, ferocious and tyrannical, echoing in all directions, ending with a series of rapid, heavy guttural sounds.

The oily head passed out completely, his pants were all wet, and liquid was leaking from under his body.

Hidden Eyebrows had never been so scared as she was now, she looked back at the other two, their faces were pale, their legs were weak, especially Captain Sargassum, the whole person was already stuck to the door frame like dough, and he would collapse to the ground at any moment.

The two black males were now circling the room, and on several occasions they had stuck their noses up to her ears, and it was with the last bit of self-control that they had to keep themselves from peeing their pants like the man who had fainted.

There was no movement, Hidden Eyebrows didn't know what they were waiting for, Sargassum was really paralyzed on the ground, and Remassa was desperate not to let herself fall down at the moment.

The second roar of the twin lions sounded again—

This time it's even more violent, like an ultimatum!

Just when Yin Xinmei felt that he was going to be scared to death here, a sound of weak and weak footsteps came from below.

It seemed that there was a basement here, and then, a side door that was not very noticeable opened, and a tall man who was frightened appeared in the side door, holding a child in a yellow satin cotton coat.

The man knelt at the door and bowed three times, not knowing whether he was worshipping a man or a lion, and put the child gently on the ground, so he quickly closed the door and hurried downstairs, but he stepped on the air, and the whole person sounded like he fell heavily on the corridor.

That kid is Wende'er!

His face was flushed, his lips were gray, he must have had a fever, and the child raised his head, and his round eyes stared around in a daze, as if he could not even look directly at the dim light in the room.

Yin Xinmei hurriedly ran over and hugged Wen De'er in his hand, gently calling his name, and was startled when he touched it, his face was so hot.

"Take the baby away, the baby is so tired-"

The child hummed weakly.

The monkey jumped onto the shoulder of the hidden eyebrow in three steps and two steps.

The two black lions stood up in unison, their terrible black heads close to Wen De'er's little brain, and they were really afraid that the two giant beasts would swallow the child in one gulp.

"Go back, stay honestly, don't bother the baby!" Wen De'er leaned on the shoulder of the hidden eyebrows and cried.

An incredible scene happened, the two black male lions brushed down their steel whip-like tails like dogs, and suddenly became honest, no longer so hideous and terrifying, and their originally burning yellow-brown eyes became much more tame.

Remassa and Sargassum were finally able to walk, and the three were about to leave when the child screamed again.

"That, that—" Windell sobbed and blinked, tears still hanging from her face, and her chubby little finger pointed to a corner of the room.

The captain stumbled over on his cotton-like legs, lifting a black cloth that looked like a box with a lid.

Two small iron cages, a chinchilla and a parrot, were lying lifelessly inside, and there was only a drink-up plate in front of them, which seemed to have not eaten for several days, and the cage emitted the smell of feces.

"They also have to follow the baby·······" Wen De'er muttered indistinctly, and in a few seconds she snorted softly on the shoulder of the hidden eyebrows.