canary in cage

Cecil parted his lips and said to the conductor, "I bought it for my father."

Hearing what Cecil said, the conductor finally set his sights on Cecil, and the cute face because of the raised face made the conductor fascinated by it.

Cehir was frightened at being stared at, and the corner of the conductor's lips raised even more after seeing it: "Then why didn't your father come with you?"

Cecil squinted his eyes and clenched his hands tightly, wishing he could just flip in and take out the ticket.

"My father went over there to play, and asked me to come and buy." Sehir said, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a group of people rushing out of the alley in the distance, looking around and looking at something.

Cecil lowered the brim of his hat a little bit, and leaned a little behind the ticket counter, trying to block himself.

Seeing Cehir's cute appearance, the conductor wanted to play with Cehir even more.

"Let my sister take a good look at you, and my sister will give you a ticket, okay?"

Sehir looked at the people with sticks in their hands in the distance, with a flash of anger in his eyes, he stepped on the protruding wooden board under the ticket hall, stood up and looked down at the conductor.

"Here's the ticket!" Cecil said in a cold voice, and put the silver ticket in his hand in front of the conductor.

The conductor was frightened by Cecil's sudden stand-up, and was stunned for half a second before reaching out to take the ticket out of the drawer.

After Cecil got the ticket, he turned around and ran towards the distance. If he was discovered by those people now, he would definitely not be able to escape.

After finally being a little far away from the market, Cehir finally took a breath. If it was usual, he wouldn't have to go through such troubles at all, as Isri had already taken care of everything.

Suddenly, Isri flashed through his mind, and Cecil immediately raised his head and shook it. His consciousness made him quickly throw Isri out of his head. He wanted to leave Isri, and he wanted to escape from here.

The whole noon time was wasted by himself like this. When he went back, the sun set faster than he walked, and Cecil's lungs were about to explode. He never thought that the mansion was so far away.

When they got home, the cold air outside made Cehir's face red from the cold, and he almost lost consciousness when he walked, but fortunately, Isri hadn't come back yet.

Cecil pushed open the door, and it was pitch black inside. Suddenly, his heart was blocked like a stone, and he was even so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe. It seemed that he hadn't seen this scene for a long time.

It was pitch black, and he was the only one living under countless dead souls.

But this emotion only lasted for a few seconds, and Cehir gritted his teeth and went straight to his room on the second floor, and got under the bed to dig out the things he had prepared.

A small white bundle was slowly stuffed by Cecil, looking at the wrinkled ferry ticket in his hand, he still had the heart to close the door of his room and walk out.

The hall was still very quiet, the sound of my own breathing was amplified infinitely in the empty room, and the wind started to blow again outside, making the windows rattle.

Cehir wrapped his clothes tighter, raised his legs and walked towards the gate.

Tonight, he is leaving, he will completely leave that lunatic's side, forever!

Excitement was greater than fear, Cehir walked quickly, and opened the door with his hand.

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In the first second when he saw the things in front of him, Cecil seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. The dark black deacon uniform pierced his eyes, and his eyes were staring at him with a cold light.

Isri stood just outside the door.

The wind was terribly strong outside, and Cecil's hair was instantly disheveled, and he raised his eyes to look at Isri in horror.

"Where does the young master want to go?" Isri's voice was cold.

Panic and fear suddenly occupied the whole brain, as if he had made a lot of determination, Cehir closed his eyes and pushed Isri away and rushed out.

Isri didn't react, he was pushed and staggered, his chest seemed to be suffering another kind of torture, and Isri frowned in pain.

How could Isri let Cehir escape like this, and in the next second, Isri ran over and lifted Cehir from his waist.

Cehir suddenly panicked, and hurriedly wanted to break free from Isri's hand, and in a hurry, he scratched several red marks on Isri's neck.

Isri's breath was terribly cold, and he raised his hand to restrain Cehir's frantic wrist, although the person on him still screamed to let him go, which made the strength in Isri's hand a little bit more.

Cehir was sent back to his room, and Isri threw him onto the bed. The violent impact between his back and the bed made Cehir cough for a while.

After throwing the man on the bed, Esri turned around and walked out. Cecil was still relentless, and when he recovered from his cough, he hurriedly climbed off the bed and rushed to the door.

But no matter how hard he pulled, the door seemed to be stuck, and it didn't move at all, and Cecil's anxious back was sweating profusely.

When the door was finally able to be pulled, a gleam of light flashed in Cecil's eyes, but when the door was actually opened, the light seemed to be extinguished suddenly, and could never be ignited again.

Isri looked down at Cecil, his tone was still cold: "Master still wants to escape?"

Cehir's brain was no longer in control, and he was about to succeed. Once again, the brain took control of the body first, and he actually wanted to push Isri away and run out.

But all this is just a joke.

Isri stretched out his hand to grab Cehir's wrist, and pressed the man firmly against the wall. With the other hand, he pinched his neck and forced Cehir's head to look up at him.

"Master, you actually want to use the same method a second time?" Isri's voice was right next to my ear.

But Cecil's sight was attracted by what was in front of him. It was a silver chain hanging right in front of his eyes, and the hand that was pressed against the wall by Isri could feel the stinging feeling.

"I'm not leaving, let me go!" Cecil's gaze returned to Isri.

Isri was very obedient, and he let go of Cehir, but he didn't let go of the hand on his neck.

He said in a low voice, "Master, you have said this too many times."

"What I'm saying is true!"

"Then what you said before, was it a lie?" Isri's strength in his hands increased a bit, and Cecil frowned uncomfortably.

"No……"

It became a little difficult for Cecil to speak, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together.

Isri narrowed his eyes, breathing heavily between his nostrils, raised his hand and threw Cecil back on the bed.

After giving enough free time, Isri grabbed Cehir's ankle and put the shackles on his hands.

Cecil's eyes were terrified, and he subconsciously wanted to resist and run away, but just as he got up from the bed, Esri threw him down on the bed again.

Isri stepped forward and wrapped the extra chain around Cehir's wrist, and the deep voice rang in his ears again.