Emergency! The Male Supporting Character Is Haunted by a Crazy Stalker Again!

As the greatest magician of this century, Veili has captured a new pet—a little thing that calls itself a system and can transport people across worlds. Recalling the men who chased him nonstop, ...

Chapter 68 I Will Protect You

But he wasn't in a hurry. Instead, he took an unopened sandwich from his backpack and handed it to Willy.

"Can we continue walking?"

He also remembered that Willy hadn't eaten.

In fact, Vili had secretly cast a healing spell on himself, and might even have more energy now than during the Thanksgiving period. He accepted the food with some surprise, carefully opened the packaging, and took a bite.

The game props... actually taste pretty good.

Vili blinked, grabbed the young man's black shirt with his free hand, gesturing for him to move forward, while the young man lowered his eyes and took small bites of his sandwich.

Hurry up, he needs to get back to the farm to sleep tonight.

So good.

Xie Li, anticipating the bulging cheeks as he chewed, couldn't help but twitch his fingers. The next second, urged on by the boy, he headed in the direction he had planned in his mind.

Under the bright sunshine, the two walked side by side on the empty road. The blue sky above them stretched to the horizon, but the road beneath their feet had an end.

A gentle breeze blew across the farmland beside the road, and the ears of wheat swayed like waves.

"Speaking of which, when you grabbed me and ran away just now, you were so strong that I couldn't break free at all."

"Like—"

"Yes, I am indeed a kidnapper."

"Actually, the place I'm taking you to now isn't some item spawn point, it's my house."

"Really?"

“I’m going to take you to my house… force you to sit at the dining table, and then cook you a whole table of food. You’re not allowed to sleep until you finish it all.”

...

Meanwhile, the butcher picked up the straw hat that had fallen in the corridor and looked at it for a long time.

Finally, he slowly tightened his grip. The hard straw in his hand was like a fragile child, helplessly squeezed into a ball, bent and broken.

The sharp spikes that formed from the breakage didn't even pierce the perpetrator's hand.

—Someone took his partner away.