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

The crow could certainly understand Cyrus's meaning.

And Wu Tu made the same choice as countless others before.

Even if his family members were all world-destroying villains or some kind of inhuman monster, Wu Tu would stand by his family members without hesitation.

And think about it, Cyrus's hobbies are just collecting things and taking photos, which is already very healthy and positive!

The black crow comforted itself in this way.

But he had never seen Cyrus's previous collection.

Those collections, though beautiful, also exude an air of mystery and gloom.

All of these lives were erased and frozen by Cyrus's own hands.

Every life erased by Cyrus was handled by Cyrus as if it were art.

This personality type is a typical example of antisocial personality disorder.

Cyrus had been pretending in front of Utah for so many years, and if Utah hadn't meant so much to him, Cyrus definitely wouldn't have been able to keep up the act for even a second longer.

Nothing else can explain his instinct to yield when dealing with the black cat.

Cyrus would naturally disguise himself during those brief moments in public, ensuring he would never reveal his true self to the public.

He could keep this a secret from Wutu for the rest of his life.

But he also longed to be fully accepted by the crow.

In this way, Cyrus's true soul will have a place to reside.

Cyrus even ripped out his own heart while Uluru remained silent:

"Now my instincts are screaming at me, whenever you appear in my sight. My heart tells me to keep you forever and freeze your beauty in time."

"Because I want everything about you, even now, I want to put you and death together..."

Cyrus drew closer and closer, and he looked just like a serial killer from a ghost story, slowly tightening the net he had woven for his prey.

But if the real crow were standing here, it would surely say:

Why not?

"Syles likes even the way I die so much. He must love me very much and consider me a very important member of the family."

The black crow will open its arms and embrace Cyrus as it would embrace death.

At that moment, Cyrus seemed to see that same black clown as well.

But when he came to his senses, there was only a small custard bun sitting in front of him, neither hiding nor running away.

The custard bun typed: "You're a monster, but you're also family."

"Cyrus, I will never hate my family."

When Cyrus heard the verdict fall, he finally released his strength, reverting to his original gloomy and somber appearance. He reached out and embraced the black rabbit.

Even though he was using a lot of force and almost suffocating the little guy, the black rabbit didn't bite Cyrus back.

It wasn't until Lilith received the message and rushed to the villa that she stormed in and slapped Cyrus several times.

"If you really turn this treasure into your private collection, then we won't be leaving this door today!"

Lilith grabbed Cyrus's hair, and it looked like she was about to beat him black and blue. The little guy was terrified and quickly tried to stop the fight.

He frantically and almost imperceptibly nibbled at Lilith's trouser leg, trying to use his slightly larger weight to pull her up, but it was clearly no use.

The little guy circled around them anxiously twice, and seeing that the twins were already punching each other, he had no choice but to call his emergency contact.

Previously, the little guy thought that it was useless for his dad to set up an emergency contact on his phone.

But now, for the little guy, the shortcut keys are the most convenient way for him to use his paws to swipe the phone watch.

And Winston always answers the phone instantly whenever it's from Wu Tu:

"What's wrong, baby?"

The black rabbit couldn't speak, so it could only stomp its feet anxiously.

Winston immediately understood what the black rabbit meant and sent people to find the little guy by following his location.

When Winston arrived, he saw the twins fighting, and the little guy was anxiously pacing around.

Winston walked over, picked up the black rabbit, glanced at Cyrus's basement, and then lowered his head, expressionless, and ordered his men to pull them apart.

Cyrus and Lilith were really beating each other to death.

Both of them looked like they were unwilling to give in to the other.

That's how twins are. When things are going well, they're enemies, but when threatened, they'll unite to fight off the enemy.

Now, Lilith nonchalantly wiped the blood from her face with her clothes and said:

"I've already taught Cyrus a lesson."

She was actually pleading for Cyrus.

Based on Cyrus's possession of the black worm and his undisguised wolfish ambition, Winston could have killed him many times over.

That's why Lilith beat Cyrus so badly, making it difficult for Winston to punish him further.

Winston said nothing, nor did he immediately order Cyrus's collection to be destroyed.

He gently stroked the black rabbit and asked the little one in his arms:

"Were you terrified?"

Wu Tu didn't say anything, but it was obvious that the custard bread looked wilted. Its two tiny ears, which had been standing upright before, were now drooping down, making it look like a lop-eared rabbit.

Winston spent a long time coaxing the little one to calm down. Only after the little one fell asleep in his father's arms, wrapped in a small blanket, did Winston look at the twins.

Winston didn't say anything; he didn't even need to guess to know what had happened here today.

So Cyrus was put in solitary confinement, and Winston temporarily kept everything in the basement for safekeeping.

Lilith was also separated, but because of her intelligence, she was not severely punished.

After the little guy woke up, he kept asking to go find Cyrus.

But before he could finish typing, seeing the gloomy look on his father's face, the little guy had to change the subject:

"Dad, can I go see my sister? Please, please..."

The little guy struggled to stand up and bowed to his father with his front paws.

Even someone as self-disciplined as Winston couldn't escape the clutches of this little custard bun.

Winston kissed his fluffy bunny face:

"Why is my darling so good at being affectionate? Didn't I say before that reliable adults don't act like that?"

The black rabbit shook its fur, somewhat puzzled by its father.

He wasn't being coquettish at all.

However, in Winston's eyes, everything the little guy did was cute and needed to be loved.

The one who truly has a filter is Winston.

Later, Winston also agreed to Ultus's request and allowed him to visit his sister Helena.

Wu Tu thought Lilith would be sad, but to her surprise, after Lilith finished dealing with her brothers, she looked like she had had a good time. Now that she was being looked after by Helena, the two of them started working on making clothes for the little custard bun.

Just like how dolls that are 10 or 20 centimeters tall can have doll clothes.

Little ones should also have their own clothes.

Moreover, Helena is now encouraging Ulva to appear on screen as a custard bun.