Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Who is it? Bullying his cubs...

This is what Amos saw when he went upstairs.

The little cub seemed to have adapted to the surrounding environment a little bit. It was no longer as nervous as before, and was even frantically trying to seduce Wang Ting's system AI.

The four short legs stood at the door with some pride, and the smart machines behind them applauded out of respect.

It was just a joke for the kids, but it was obvious that little Chuzao liked it.

This AI is the advanced intelligence of the entire Saint Cass. It already has its own personality and consciousness template, but it is pretending to be very serious at this moment.

When little Chuzao heard the voice, he turned around and saw Amos standing at the stairs. The little guy jumped two steps and pounced, and was caught directly in Amos' arms.

“Ouch!”

Baba! This is so fun!

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Amos felt that the halo above Xiao Chuzao's head seemed brighter than before.

This cub seems to have no habit of hiding the halo and always keeps it on his head.

"source."

Amos held the little cub in his arms, looked up and called out into the void.

"Your Majesty, is there anything you can do for me?"

The lights above his head flickered, and the mechanical sound suddenly became different, carrying some of his own emotions.

"Well done."

The thing about an intelligent AI disguised as an old-fashioned system.

"Thank you for the compliment. I still have a lot to learn."

The lights above my head flickered a few times again and then went out.

Xiao Chuzao, who had never seen these things before, opened his eyes wide, his pupils dilated unconsciously, and looked around.

He wanted to figure out who was talking.

He said softly, "Ouch?"

Where is it?

"This is Wang Ting's aiyuan. If you need anything later..."

At this point, Amos suddenly reacted. The little guy was still in the shape of a white ball, and spoke in a howling voice. He paused for only a moment and then spoke again.

"You can tell me directly."

Little Chuzao lay in Amos's arms, nodding his little head constantly.

I looked around curiously.

Suddenly, a chuckle came from behind, which sounded a bit unfriendly.

Xiao Chuzao turned his head and looked over instantly.

Anya was standing a few floors below the stairs, with a rebellious look on his handsome face and a casual posture. He leaned against the railing behind him, raised his eyelids, and looked straight at him with the same scarlet eyes as those of the other crown family members.

It was late at night. This residence was where the royal family of the Crown Clan lived. Amos had no interest in occupying an entire palace alone, so except for the remaining two princes who had not returned, the eldest prince Frey and the fifth prince Anya also returned here at night.

After Anya was taken away by Meng in the afternoon, it was obvious that she had done a lot of psychological preparation.

He felt that he must be the most rational one among the Crown Clan, and he was very sure of his own rhythm.

So, at night, Anya began to become unruly again.

"Where are you from? Where did you come from, you little bumpkin? Why don't you understand?" Anya stared at the little cub, trying to tempt the little guy to speak. "Tell me, what were you around before?"

Anya always felt that this was a conspiracy against the Crown Clan in order to speed up their demise. Raising a little guy was not a problem, but he tried to figure out who was behind this little guy.

"Anya, are you going a little too far?"

Frey, who was one step behind, looked at his youngest brother, frowned and whispered a warning.

"I was not wrong, Your Majesty. What do you think?"

Anya couldn't help but choke back and looked at Amos again.

"It's been very uneasy recently, with waves surging around us. This time, the space fluctuations near Saint Casti Star are a bit large. Not only are there polluted beasts, but also those organizations in the universe. I have been chasing them for several nights and cut off many of their hands that stretched out to me."

In such acute times, who knows if this will be the next question?

Amos simply carried the little guy downstairs, and when he passed Anya, the invincible Majesty exhaled lightly.

"You'd better get some sleep."

Little Chuzao lay in Amos's arms. He thought for a moment and said softly, "Awoo."

Zaozao used to be a little angel, living on the grassland!

Angel? Living on the grassland?

“Ouch!”

Zao Zao is very capable. He gets up very early in the day to collect dew and pick fruits. He has meals at noon and in the evening. He basks in the sun outside in the afternoon. His day is very fulfilling.

The little white dumpling stretched out his little paws to gesture.

The big amber eyes are clear and bright.

The three of them were silent.

Not to mention where he lives?

Getting up early to collect dew? Picking fruits?

Anya's voice was a little hoarse: "Have you been alone before?"

“Ouch.”

Yes.

The little white ball of fluff has curled up, but it still maintains its curiosity about everything around it, and that soft feeling.

Zao Zao has always been alone.

That's why I made myself that way.

After drinking the special milk, the little cub was obviously more energetic, and the halo above his head was flickering.

Even Anya was silent, he watched Amos carry the cub downstairs, he and Frey followed behind.

Finally, I couldn’t help but mutter softly, “Isn’t it a bit too much to grow up alone?”

Frey crossed his arms and sneered at his stupid brother: "Amos is right, you'd better get some sleep."

Anya subconsciously wanted to talk back to Frey, but thinking of the little cub, he couldn't help but choke back his words.

Amos sat on the sofa holding the cub.

He looked at the small halo above the little guy's head. The halo was complex, intricate, yet delicate, small and exquisite. At the moment, it seemed to be brighter.

The little guy yawned and suddenly remembered something.

"Ahhh."

Beep, beep, can you let Zao Zao see your halo?

The little cub stretched out its paw tentatively and looked at Amos.

Chu Zao has not forgotten what he heard before. The condition for achieving his wish is to stop Baba from turning evil and collapsing.

Does that have something to do with the halo?

Although little Chuzao seemed to be very close to Amos at the moment, he was like a child who had found an adult he was easy to get along with. He liked to get close to him, but still isolated himself from the outside. He was brisk, but seemed to be carrying a shell that isolated him from the surroundings.

It seemed intimate, but not intimate enough, and he didn't know Amos's bottom line towards him.

Of course, this attitude is similar to Amos himself.

Amos looked at the little guy, what was he looking at the halo for?

Although he was somewhat puzzled, the atmosphere in the room soon became a little tense. Above Amos's head, the complicated black crown halo with gradually broken edges gradually appeared.

Then the little fellow climbed onto his shoulder, stretched out his little paws, and tried to reach with his own.

There really is something broken -

Does it hurt?

Little Chuzao stretched out his little paws, but obviously couldn't reach it. However, he carefully and subconsciously tried to put the halo back to Amos.

A funny little move.

The breaking of the crown family's crown is irreversible.

But before they could speak, the little guy thought about it and blew at his halo.

“Ouch!”

Bang, blow it and the pain will go away.

Amos was stunned.

The moment the little cub lowered its head, the golden halo above its head overlapped with Amos's broken halo.

At that moment, it seemed as if countless images flashed before my eyes.

Finally it stopped at one place——

In the small nest made of soft grass and wood, a little cub, who was only two or three years old, looked strange and familiar. He was delicate and cute, with black curly hair that looked a little disheveled. There was a golden crown on his head. His hands and legs were bruised from nowhere, and they were all bloody. The little guy's amber eyes were filled with tears. He just lowered his head and asked himself in a low voice - "Why do they all have their parents hugging them? Zao Zao doesn't?"

The little figure who wanted a hug huddled up in a small ball alone, and then wiped away his tears with extra strength. He lowered his head and blew on his wound: "It's okay, Zao Zao, it's okay, blow it and it won't hurt."

…

Amos was in a trance and came back to his senses.

Looking at the little cub who was trying to purr at his crown.

The little guy is soft and chubby, has a strong curiosity, and appears to be well-behaved and obedient.

Bah, blow on it and it will stop hurting.

Zao Zao knows it.

For a moment, Amos felt an unfamiliar emotion, like sadness and violence.

Spreading silently in the heart.

In the end, it formed a strange heartache, and the place where the crown was blown was also very strange.

——Who is it?

Bullying him.

Bullying his cubs.

This feeling made him involuntarily stretch out his hand, and while the little cub was confused, he held him in his arms again.

Gave him a somewhat solemn hug.