The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 307 Ch.306 Erendira

Warm bedroom.

One person and one snake are exceptionally harmonious.

Although Little Candle likes to eat meat and does not like to eat anything other than meat, this shortbread does...

‘One more piece! ’

"good."

The girl in the wheelchair seems to be keen on feeding this clever snake, which is not much thicker than a finger. Watching her open her mouth and swallow the whole shortbread in one bite - scary but interesting.

'Ordinary snakes are different from me. ’

Little Candle saw the woman staring at him endlessly, and was a little unhappy: "I am much better than them." ’

Ordinary snakes?

Erendira nodded her eyes, a little confused: "Don't ordinary snakes eat shortbread?"

Little Candle:…?

Really ignorant.

She hissed a few times and slapped her tail on the small round table: 'Ordinary snakes don't eat shortbread, and they can't talk. You woman is so ignorant...it's rare to have such a beautiful face. ’

pretty?

"Hannah, and Lila always say this, but I've never heard of other little animals-"

'Small animals? I'm gay - I'm...but..." The snake pushed its head forward, then drooped, dejectedly: "Well, I'm a little animal...I can't tell whether you are pretty or not, woman, but I think my father is probably will like you...'

Father?

Another wonderful word.

The little animal's father, presumably a very large white python?

"Father, do you live in a pipe like you?" She was a little suspicious and compared the small candle with two fingers: "If it is bigger, it won't fit in?"

Little candle:…

Think of a python body with a father's head...

Interesting picture.

'My father is a human being! Humanity! I walk on my feet just like you! ’

Snake eyes suddenly caught sight of the wheelchair and the empty iron frame under the skirt.

‘…has hands like you. ’

These words did not cause any fluctuation in Golden Amber.

She didn't seem to hear it, and she didn't seem to feel sorry for her lost legs: "I have never seen such a magical little animal like you."

"So I won't be angry."

Little Candle glanced at her, swam to another plate, and began to eat the soft cakes: "I'm not worried about you being angry, woman, I don't know you..."

Erendira held her chin and watched the snake eating the cake quietly.

She was often in a daze, but she had never been in such an interesting daze.

snake…

Living animals.

"where are you from?"

she asked.

‘From outside. ’ said the little candle: ‘from my father’s bed. ’

Outside…

"Hannah, tell Lila it's dangerous out there."

Little Candle nodded: 'It is indeed dangerous, especially for a human like you who has no ability to move...'

A trace of innocence flashed across Erendira's face, and she asked again: "Are there many people outside?"

There's something wrong with that.

Little Candle swept his tail, pushed the obstructing milk jar aside, and lazily folded it up: "There are many people outside, and there are many carriages." Why don't you let the one who kneels down to serve you push you out to have a look? ’

'My dad takes me with him everywhere, always, and he's lovely hanging out with me. ’

The semi-show off words really aroused the curiosity of the red-haired girl.

"What's it like outside?" With her small nose, thin red lips and slender eyebrows, coupled with her two golden eyes that are eye-catching at all times, she looks more like a girl than a curious girl. A doll that resembles a young girl.

And what she said was not far from the doll.

Man idolizes man, man resembles doll - both are terrible things.

"I've never been out."

Little Candle was extremely surprised.

there has never been? she asked.

there has never been. Erendira said.

But she didn't seem sad at all. There was tranquility and peace in her golden eyes: "Outside is too dirty, there are dangers, and there are toxins... The room is the safest."

Little Candle spat out a long and slender snake letter and stared at her with his red eyes for a long time.

‘It’s not that dangerous. ’

"Really?" Erendira was stunned for a moment, so much so that she forgot to control her tone. She was surprised, but quickly calmed down, and gently scratched the snake scales with her round, translucent nails that were carefully groomed every day.

"Perhaps, your father probably knows how dangerous it is to snakes."

She tapped it with her nails and scratched the snake scales, feeling the 'click-click-click' vibrations.

The vibrations comforted her.

There wasn't a trace of dirt under her fingernails, a detail that meant she not only bathed every day, but had servants cleaning her up every few hours.

Delicate and fragile…

people?

Little Candle thought.

Just eyes.

Unlike her father's endless rolling waves or the dazzling sun, her golden color always reminded the little candle of the desert.

There seemed to be grains of sand in her eyes that were difficult to detect.

'certainly not! ’

Seeing that she didn't believe it, Little Candle stood up angrily: 'Father and I are both amazing! ’

Erendira nodded expressionlessly, but she looked like she was coaxing a child who has not grown up.

‘You have no idea how powerful my father is! ’

The slender snake stretched itself upright: 'He is as sharp as a sword! The cultists will not survive him in the blink of an eye! ’

The upper body softened again and was tossed back and forth in front of Erendira.

'He is as soft as a whip and stalks his enemies unconsciously! ’

Then he twisted himself into a "Z" and moved his neck around the round table.

'As nimble as a cat and silently! ’

'He is terrible! ’

‘It’s the enemy’s nightmare! ’

Erendira held her chin and listened to her story about her father.

like.

A very strong gentleman?

‘…He has terrible golden eyes! When there is no sun, black hair blends into the night...quietly...close to you quietly...'

‘He—! ’

‘Jump out and kill you! ’

Even if she used her fangs to intimidate, it would only turn Erendira's expressionless face into an expressionless face after blinking - she saw the snake waiting, but didn't know what she was waiting for, so she sighed, He shook silently from side to side.

The wheelchair squeaked.

Little Candle is so angry.

‘You are insulting me and my father! ’

Erendira thought for a moment, stretched out her hand with difficulty, and opened the drawer on the side.

Pick out a finger-width soft silk ribbon from inside.

He picked it up and waved it in front of the small candle.

"Do you like this?"

The snake shook its head and didn't want to pay attention to her.

The woman swayed in another direction.

The snake's head turns again.

She thought for a moment, then simply pulled the ribbon around and tied a bow on the tail.

"Does it look good?"

White Snake turned his head and glanced at his tail, flicked it in boredom, and exhaled from his nostrils: 'If you dare to laugh at my father again...'

"No, I just haven't heard that story."

‘This is not a story! ’

"Then, is he very old?"

Seeing that Erendira was finally interested, Little Candle started talking about her father's 'great deeds' - "The Adventures of Collins" with great energy. The story she told could probably be called something like this.

It's just that the snake has no hands and feet. Otherwise, she would have wanted to punch this woman in front of her to let her know how powerful her father is!

"I, admit that he is awesome... okay?"

The small candle made her swear.

She really got mad.

"He is very powerful." Erendira looked serious, with a trace of imperceptible urgency in her eyes: "Then, are we friends?"