The jailer was also eyeing his little head with great interest. "No wonder Luo Ke can't bear to do anything to you. You're this cute—if you get bitten to death by the crocodiles so soon, Luo Ke won't have a toy to play with anymore." "Don't worry, I'll be good and stay put. Just remember to bring me food. I eat three bowls at a time." The little boy god had zero intention of dieting right now; he needed food so he could turn into Superman.
"Mm, mm, okay." The jailer laughed and pulled open the heavy prison door for them.
With a clang, in the absence of any light, it was pitch-black inside. Their feet touched the ground; it was all wet, not even a straw mat.
In a place like this, if you don't starve to death, you'll freeze to death. Who knew what kind of person could endure and stay alive here. Seeing how it looked like his death date was near, Anthony's eyes turned red.
The Second Monkey said, "Shh."
