Crying and crying.
His massive figure suddenly began to shrink, and then his fur withdrew, inexplicably transforming into a young Caucasian male about six feet tall, with an immature complexion.
Especially those eyes of his.
In his pale blue eyes, there was still that clear, naive stupidity of someone who hadn't seen the world.
According to Brian's analysis of the people here.
This guy probably wasn't even eighteen yet.
To be honest, the young man before him reminded Brian of Shi San.
But Shi San was much smarter and more cunning than this little thing.
When things went south, Shi San would transform into a bootlicker. Brian had never seen Shi San suffer a loss.
Brian sighed, "Stop crying. As long as you cooperate with me, I won't hit you, won't kill you, but if you keep crying, I'll roast you for dinner!"
Kokuvi, with tears in his eyes, asked, "Really?"
"Really!"
…
A few minutes later.
