He's good at dealing with brats, but he's not at all good at dealing with this kind of fluffy little girl. With a big face on his face, he patted her hairy head, while comforting her with tears and laughter: "Hey - why are you crying, don't cry, my nose is covered with snot, are you ashamed? Huh? I You didn’t even cry with blood on your hands, but you howled first.”
In just a few days, the little girl developed a deep affection for him, the level of intimacy is probably second only to her black-faced uncle.
Being comforted by the bastard, Xinia not only didn't stop, but howled even more.
The arm that Kevin was holding by her was already bloody and bloody, and the root of the elbow could not be seen. The skin and flesh of the fingers had been lost, leaving only the bones, like a slender chicken claw.
Fearing that she would be more frightened if she looked at it a few more times, Kevin simply covered her eyes.
While struggling to expose one eye, the little girl tried to grab Kevin's arm, and was afraid of touching his wound. Crying heartbrokenly in the panic, as if it was her who had rotted an arm.
"It's okay, it'll be fine in a while, I'm teasing you." Kevin's voice was still a little smiling, and he flexed and stretched his chicken-foot-like fingers a few times, making a slight bone collision sound, as if this would speed up the blood flow Then heal as quickly as possible.
However, after a while, his brows finally frowned—not only did this hand show no signs of healing, even the hand covering Xinya's eyes was not quite right, and there were several cracks from the elbow Small mouth.
"I'm afraid you have to find someone else to play with for a while little girl..." Kevin withdrew his hand from covering her.
When he raised it aside, this hand also became bloody, and all skin and flesh were gone.
This is what Oswald saw when he entered the door.
"What's going on?!" Kevin heard him ask in a tight voice.
"It's just in time, hurry up, take this girl away, the snot is almost running on my bones." When someone came to help, Kevin, the bastard, was relieved, and at the same time he even joked, "I This whole body of blood is enough to give her a bath, and she is not happy to keep her away."
"Let's go." Oswald, even if he spoiled someone, was still very intimidating when he had a straight face. He reached out and hugged Sinya, wiping her tears.
As soon as the little girl opened her eyes, she met the eyes of her dark-faced uncle: "..."
She pursed her mouth and let out a sob, then let go of her hand cowardly.
Kevin: "..."
Oswald carried her to the door in two or three steps, handed her to the recruited female officer, and turned around to go back to the room.
"Will Fa... Fa die?" Xinya grabbed his sleeve and asked whimperingly.
"Fa?" Oswald was in a hurry, but he didn't react for a while. Sinya was usually called by the first syllable of her first name, and this was the first time she was called by her last name.
He froze for a moment, and was about to chase away people, when he heard Kevin in the room raise his voice and reply: "Thank you for your kind words."
Oswald: "..." This bastard started to speak inhumanly again.
"It hurts—forget it." Oswald felt that his mind was a little unclear, and he subconsciously wanted to ask such nonsense as "does it hurt?" His hands are so fleshy, can it not hurt? But when asked, this person will definitely wave his hand and say: "It's enough to scratch the yang."
"Excuse me, close the door." Kevin said to Oswald with his two chicken paw-like hands hanging, "Don't scare the guards outside the door."
Oswald closed the door with his hands behind his back, then fumbled twice in the pockets of his clothes close to his chest, and found a key in a secret interlayer.
"Isn't the keyhole blocked..." Kevin didn't react.
He blinked, and watched Oswald walk up to him with a stinky face, his brows were tightly knit and he lowered his head, his hands were hanging, as if he wanted to touch but didn't know where to start.
"It's not easy for me to scare the emperor so that his hands tremble." Kevin joked again, stretched out his hands in front of Oswald, moved his white bones as if to scare him, and asked Said: "Does it look like a chicken paw that has been gnawed clean? You can touch it if you want, this bone really doesn't feel anything."
"..." Oswald gave him a sullen look when he still had the heart to make such a joke.
He carefully held Kevin's hand bones, then turned the chain in his hand, bypassed the blocked keyhole, turned the lock, revealing a more concealed hole below, and put the chain in his hand The key was pushed in.
With a "click", the handcuffs snapped open.
It wasn't until he opened the other handcuffs with the same care that Kevin sighed in amazement: "You've spent all your brains on this thing, haven't you