Hee hee hee—
Hee hee hee?
The laughter was as sweet as spider silk mixed with honey, wrapping around Feng Ju's heart with a sticky embrace.
Every "hee hee hee" made his heart twitch... convulse.
Stop hee hee hee-ing, your hee hee hee is making me anxious!
Feng Ju roared internally, regretting having lifted the Black Mask from the monster's face.
He watched as the "cloth doll" drooled from the corners of its mouth, his own mouth and throat dry and tight.
Seriously, with such a big monster, how is it still drooling?
Feng Ju felt inexplicable panic in his heart, every hair on his body standing on end, every cell screaming to flee.
But he dared not show it on his face; instead, he did his best to maintain a kindly smile.
The "cloth doll" seemed completely unaware of Feng Ju's fear, basking in the anticipation of a midnight feast, like a girl eagerly waiting for her father to take her to a buffet, smiling naively and sweetly:
