He unfolded his cloak, draped it over himself, and carefully tied an ugly bow. He looked at himself in the bronze mirror, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Thank you, Master."

…

No matter what it looks like outside, the secret room is as quiet as ever.

The light from the night pearl was just bright enough that it couldn't even penetrate the thick blanket and shine into Yan Huailiu's eyes.

He still lay there in the same position, sleeping soundly.

The dream was terrible.

Little Lightning ran back and forth three times, but didn't see any movement from Yan Huailiu, so he finally became anxious.

The little paws tried desperately to scratch the blanket, but it was not strong enough and almost scratched its paws.

After circling around for several times, he finally found an entrance next to Yan Huailiu and went in.

He climbed onto Yan Huailiu's face with great difficulty, carefully feeling the faint breath, and made sure that the person was still alive before slowly retreating.

He ran back and forth in the secret room, and took out a golden magic grass from somewhere. He crawled into the blanket again, and fed it to Yan Huailiu's mouth with great effort. He pressed Yan Huailiu's mouth with his dirty claws, forcing him to swallow the magic grass.

After coming out again, Little Lightning took a deep breath of fresh air and meowed in the direction of Yan Huailiu, cursing. Finally, he was so angry that he grabbed Yan Huailiu's fingers fiercely.

The autistic person finally reacted—he retracted his hand.

Little Lightning froze, and then he breathed fiercely at the dark hole.

When it was so tired that it was about to fall asleep, the tightly closed stall finally showed signs of opening.

Yan Huailiu stuck half of his head out, his eyes red, and reached out to grab its legs and pull it over to pick it up.

He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. He just mouthed: "Are you scolding me? I think I heard you."

Little Lightning struggled and gave him a claw.

Let go! You useless idiot who could die at any moment!

Yan Huailiu quickly lost the strength to put it down. He looked up at the ceiling and managed to utter a hoarse voice: "If I die here, no one will find out, and no one will care, right?"

Little Lightning bit his finger hard and meowed anxiously.

Yan Huailiu felt pain and looked at it subconsciously.

A black shadow suddenly appeared behind Xiao Lightning. Yan Huailiu's eyes widened and an expression of uncontrollable surprise appeared on his face.