After dinner, Mo Yangyang cut the nails of the spicy sticks. " That means you could have gone home when you came out of the cellar. Why did you go to the killer again? How dangerous was that? "
The Spicy Strip raised its other hand. " Mom, your brain capacity is limited, so I don't blame you. However, you can't think of the problem so simply. Think about it. I finally managed to fool that uncle, but he's still in the stable stage. As a Saint, of course, I have to take it upon myself to save others. What if I told him that I wanted to go home to find my mother? What if he realized that I was fooling him? Wouldn't that put me in even more danger?"
He puffed out his chest. " Besides, I'm completely confident. I can be sure that nothing will happen to me! "
"Oh, I really don't know how you came up with that idea."
" Sigh! " Spicy Strip sighed. " Your son shouldn't have to endure wisdom and handsomeness at his age. There's nothing we can do! "
