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Chapter 176 The Escaped Canary in a Cage
"When you are a stranger." Canary repeated the words of the housekeeper. She bit her black nails gently, and a disdain and sneer appeared on her delicate face. Canary raised her head arrogantly, like black silk. His long hair fluttered in the wind: "How can you, an inferior person like you, have the right to pass me by?"

Inferior people are not even qualified to be food.

Without waiting for the old butler to react, she happily raised her head, picked up her broken skirt with her left hand, and waved her right hand vigorously towards the castle. The long skirt was blown up by the wind, like flying on a pirate ship The skeleton banner, with a mouth that was not covered with flesh and blood, laughed arrogantly in the waves.

She was like a happy lark, bouncing up the ancient steps. On the shadow of her skirt were burning bones and a sneezing black giant wolf, and a petite bone fox stepped on the winding road. Above the swimming magic vines.

Canary hummed a strange little tune.

"La la la la la la."

"Today's bird is out of the cage."

"Tomorrow's little bird will be locked up again."

"The acquired bird's wings are broken."

"Poor little bird, it was eaten on the fourth day."

Canary's torn long skirt brushed over the steps one after another, weird nursery rhymes echoed in the deserted castle, and the dark creature hiding in the cracks retracted its head, making way for the master's new favorite.

In the dark crevice, the nine-headed salamander ate the black mouse with its tongue sticking out, spit out the rolling wreckage, and the undigested mouse groaned and spit out a gray fireball from its mouth.

The black human-faced spider with eight claws behind raised its sharp sickle, like a gentleman in the Middle Ages, enjoying his lunch bit by bit. The refreshing salamander made the spider shiver happily and melted in the fire. For ashes.

"Master."

Canary jumped and twirled happily, her pale face and red lips were extraordinarily dazzling in the darkness.

"My beautiful master."

Canary laughed wildly and threw herself into her master's arms. She gasped violently as if she was still alive, and her bright red tongue stretched out, wrapping around the beauty's slender and powerful fingers.

She raised her face vaguely, "I'm hungry."

Howard pinched Canary's chin, exposing her incomparably delicate appearance to the sun. Her milky and silky cheeks were even more beautiful. They were not corroded by the sunlight that symbolizes light, nor did they make a terrible hissing sound. Blackened bones.

He doesn't understand.

Why this canary, locked in a blood prison by a lunatic, can still walk under the scorching sun calmly after being away from the sun and into the darkness, and can still taste the taste of blood happily.

Why isn't she like herself, she has nothing to hide under the sun, she can only be burned with the filth in her body, and become a slave bound by darkness.

She was able to swallow and suck the dirty and disgusting flesh and blood unscrupulously, as if her hands were not minced meat and bone fragments but fine nectar at the banquet of the gods. Her obsessed face made him slightly startled.

"I'm hungry."

Under Howard's gaze, the canary-black pupils turned a light glass-like red, and she screamed angrily and hungry, making a piercing voice: "I'm hungry."

(End of this chapter)