The difference was that at that time he felt no wavering when he heard the voice, but now in the dungeon, thinking that the insect being tortured might be his little insect, the whip after whip was like a lash in his heart, making him feel pain and panic.
He couldn't help but quicken his pace. The dungeon was both very quiet and noisy. There were only two sounds inside. One was the sound of his footsteps, and the other was the sound of a lean body enduring extreme punishment.
When he actually saw the dungeon where Li was imprisoned, Miles Chu did not feel relieved, but became even more panicked.
The bug that was wet all over, with turbid blood dripping from the corners of its clothes and with soft silver hair hanging down its shoulders was indeed his little bug.
The faintly visible furry tentacles were curled up into a ball, looking like a ball of fur.
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