I rolled my eyes and asked before they could exchange glances: “Not ordinary? Could this little brat be from a pig sty or dog kennel?”
As soon as I spoke, the little boy glared at me sharply again. Yellow Robe Uncle was amused and momentarily forgot his slip of tongue.
ghing: “You little spirit, you’ve guessed wrong. He’s not from a pig sty or dog kennel, he’s from a dragon’s lair…”
Examining the Little Boy
Yellow Robe Uncle’s words were interrupted by Orange Robe Uncle’s glare, who then dragged the little boy and said, “Stop talking nonsense. I’ll tie them to the wooden rack first.”
A dragon’s lair?! Looking at the boy’s royal aura, could he be a little emperor? If he’s an emperor, many people would surely come looking for him, which means my mother-in-law and I might be rescued! I suddenly saw infinite hope and decided to grab onto this lifeline.
With this thought, I turned and smiled innocently at the vigilant Red and Orange Robe Uncles: “Dragon’s lair? That’s my clan. I must get to know this little brat!”
The Red and Orange Robe Uncles relaxed their tense expressions, apparently believing the boy indeed had significant background.
I bounced after Orange Robe Uncle to the dark interrogation room, where water dripped from above, making it feel like entering hell. However, after my six years of outstanding contributions in this dungeon, the interrogation tools had been greatly improved – from whips to feathers that tickle, from branding to laxatives that cause stomach issues…
After Orange Robe Uncle firmly chained the little boy and the old man to the cross, he left, turning back to warn me: “Little Dragon, don’t play too rough. Don’t kill them, understand?”
“Orange Robe Uncle, I’m not playing, I’m helping you interrogate…” I protested, but before I could finish, he slammed the door shut.
The old man anxiously watched the little boy, seemingly just a servant. Well, I’ll “examine” this little boy first!
I slowly walked in front of the little boy. His jade-like skin was marked by red chain marks, and his slightly childish face was stained with blood. He seemed to have already suffered much, so I wouldn’t need to use feathers or laxatives to torture him further.
And then forcibly kissed him.
