It was clearly a vile, terrifying torture device.
The inside of the collar, the part pressed against the Black Panther's neck, was lined with dense, sharp spikes.
Under the sunlight, the tips of the spikes glinted menacingly.
As the Black Panther moved, some of the spikes had already pierced his neck.
But from beginning to end, the Black Panther acted as if nothing was wrong.
'Doesn't he feel pain?'
Yu Lan's face went pale with fright.
She hastily reached out to take it off.
"Why are you wearing this?"
"Hurry up and take it off."
"Doesn't it hurt?!"
The end of her last sentence was tinged with a faint sob, and Yu Lan's eyes had turned completely red.
She couldn't bear to see the fluffy creature suffer such abuse.
The Black Panther, who had been sullen and dejected about wearing the collar just to go outside with Yu Lan, felt his spirits soar in that instant.
He quickly wrapped his tail around Yu Lan's waist, pulling her a little closer.
