The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

However, before he could finish speaking, the black rabbit bit his wrist again.

Cyrus didn't care. Looking at the marks on his hands, he wished the little guy would bite harder so they would never disappear.

Because that was the mark the black ox left for him.

He is also a valuable collectible in Wutu's life.

The black crow was his family, and his soul belonged to the black crow.

……

But while Cyrus was thinking this, the little guy showed none of that romantic or obsessive sentimentality.

He just felt that his own bite was of no use.

Cyrus's muscles were rock hard.

At least it prevents Cyrus from showing his cold and indifferent temper to everyone he meets.

However, the observant Duke still noticed Cyrus's dissatisfaction.

So he wisely stopped mentioning where he bought the black worm.

Until Cyrus and Ulva returned home.

When Cyrus returned, he saw that those who always chased and followed trends, based on the news that Cyrus was raising rabbits that afternoon, immediately announced that they were going to start raising rabbits themselves.

And the same applies among nobles.

The nobles not only imitated him, but also subtly flattered Cyrus, praising him and showing that every move he made was worthy of their admiration.

But who knew that Cyrus would be so angry when he saw these messages that he almost smashed his phone.

Especially when he saw that most of those people were raising plants with the same flower color as the black tusk.

The little guy, however, earnestly defended them:

"Dwarf rabbits are naturally yellow and quite common, and besides me, there are many other custard buns in the world."

"I'm just one of many ordinary people."

Cyrus: "No!"

The black rabbit typed with difficulty, asking, "Do you really think that all those rabbits are imitating me?"

Cyrus: "Rabbits don't, but people do. They raise animals that are almost identical to yours, use the same products you use, just to exploit your fame, squeeze every last drop of value out of you, and then lose interest and forget about their pets."

"They don't really love pets; they just want to exploit our fame. Besides, these people just want to raise a stand-in for you! To breed another rabbit as special as you!"

Cyrus's last sentence is the key point.

How could he tolerate other rabbits pretending to be the little guy!

Of course, the pupa knew that Cyrus was expressing jealousy.

But he was still persuaded by Cyrus.

Because Cyrus also knew that the black cat was soft-hearted.

Sure enough, Wu Tu immediately typed:

"Then remember to tweet about it so that those animals won't be abandoned."

Cyrus knew the little guy would agree, so he immediately used his social media accounts to denounce these guys who kept black doll substitutes.

Do these people even understand the unique value of the black tusk?

Then Cyrus even posted a photo of the carefully selected, recreated custard bread, implying that the real thing is always the perfect product they can never have.

However, some people will give up, but most people will not listen to advice, and the more Cyrus emphasizes it, the stronger their rebellious mentality becomes.

Cyrus looked at the oddly shaped, messy little rabbits and felt completely overwhelmed.

To others, all those little rabbits might look exactly the same.

But in Cyrus's eyes, only the one in his arms was the truly perfect custard bread!

He really has to say goodbye to these tasteless things.

Seeing that Cyrus's knuckles were white from gripping his phone so tightly, Wu Tu quickly went to coax him.

The little guy still uses the same old tricks to coax people; one trick works every time.

So he rolled around, exposed his belly, rubbed his hands against them, and even licked his hands once.

But to everyone's surprise, Cyrus's mood didn't improve after reading it.

Wutu: ?

impossible!

Dr. Rabbit was incredulous; he couldn't believe there were patients he couldn't cure, so he decided to increase the dosage and do another set.

But Cyrus simply covered his head with his palm:

"Never mind, none of them can compare to you anyway. You will always be unique."

"But you don't completely belong to me. You control my weaknesses, but you don't treat me as the most important person..."

"I don't know if I should tell you how I feel..."

"But I still want you to know the real me, just like you knew Richard and Kaylan."

"Sweetie, do you want to see my secret?"

Wu Tu paused for a moment, unsure how to respond.

And he couldn't even speak...

So Cyrus took it as a yes and turned around to take the little guy to his own private property.

Wu Tu watched as Cyrus stopped in front of a villa and thought Cyrus had good taste, but was it too small for him to have only one villa?

Sure enough, Cyrus introduced them the next second: "This whole row is mine."

Wu Tu thought to himself, "That makes sense."

The little guy knew, of course, that everyone in his family was rich, and that everyone else spent money however they pleased, except for him.

He let Cyrus lead him into the villa, and then Cyrus continued to walk down to the underground floors.

When he turned on all the lights on the basement level, Wu Tu was stunned.

He had always known that Cyrus had a habit of collecting his things.

But he really didn't expect that Cyrus's collecting obsession with him had reached such a creepy level.

Everything that Wu Tu had ever touched or used is here, carefully preserved.

There are also various photos of him. The little guy is already quite sensitive to the camera, but there are also times when he doesn't even realize that Cyrus has been quietly taking and keeping pictures of him.

And then there's that doll standing right in the middle, exactly like the black goat, except with its eyes closed...

Cyrus explained earnestly, "Because we couldn't find eyes as beautiful as yours, we had to give up and make them closed."

Wu Tu watched all this in silence for a long time.

He could even use these things to accuse Cyrus, and he could completely think Cyrus was a pervert and ask his father to kick him out.

But Wu Tu only glanced at the dress and Western-style clothes the doll was wearing, then lowered her head to type:

"It's quite like an art exhibition. The displays are beautiful, and the sculptures are very lifelike. Cyrus is amazing."

"But you won't show these things to other people, will you?"

Sure enough, the little guy is most concerned about whether he will experience social death.

Cyrus: "No."

"These all belong to me."

"And in the future, when I succeed to the throne, I will become your only family."

Cyrus's bluntness might be a test.

He had been hiding his true feelings for a long time, until today, when Cyrus suddenly didn't want to keep up the act anymore. He wanted to reveal his terrible and twisted inner self to Wutu.

When he confessed to Wutu, he was waiting for Wutu's judgment.

He has already entrusted the decision of life or death to Wutu.