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

When Winston saw that the little guy was unhappy after coming out, he assumed that he didn't like the clothes.

After all, his child had been away from him for so long, growing from the size of a small hot water bottle to the size of a lamb.

Although this change is nothing to Winston.

But if the crow has different preferences, then change it.

Winston then asked the little guy if he thought the clothes were ugly.

Wu Tu then came to her senses and looked at herself in the mirror.

His hair lay softly against his temples, and because of his thin eyelids, the corners of his eyes were a little red. There were also dry, cracked red marks on his face, making him look like a dirty little cat.

But because she changed her shirt and overalls, she looked different from before.

The little guy himself couldn't believe it; he really did look somewhat like the young master.

The black cat clutched at the hem of its clothes:

"No need to change it, it's fine..."

He followed Winston to the restaurant for the evening.

The players also changed into formal attire as required and attended the event in their finest attire.

When Wutu saw Wulan, her eyes lit up, and she ran over with a rosy face to hug Wulan.

Ulan was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was a black rabbit.

"Did the housekeeper change your clothes too?"

Looking at the little guy in front of him, Ulan felt that he had already integrated into this instance, as if he had become an NPC in this instance...

Ulan suddenly realized something and immediately opened the system panel. Sure enough, she saw a blood-red mark above Wutu's head:

[Wu Tu, an NPC in Crimson Manor.]

Sure enough, she shouldn't have brought the little guy into the dungeon!

Ulan hinted to Wutu that she would turn Wutu into a cotton doll and take her away when she found an opportunity.

But Wutu knew that he was no longer fit to go to the human world.

Going there would only cause trouble for Ulan.

So the little guy just smiled at Ulan, then turned around and stood next to Winston.

Winston was initially surprised to see how well-behaved the little guy was, but then he noticed the disappointed look on the little guy's face and felt quite helpless.

Or maybe we should keep the human the little guy likes.

That should make the little one happy.

Winston glanced up at Ulan.

In his eyes, the little guy was his child, which was practically equivalent to a monster.

Ulan, on the other hand, is the human being his child likes.

He wouldn't be jealous, because to Winston, children liking humans is like hunters liking food.

The Blackie is now an NPC, not human. So, if Winston thinks from his own perspective, he'll see the Blackie as just like a kitten, enjoying playing with its food.

He wouldn't try to correct his child's habit.

After all, the crow is still so young, so what if it has some minor quirks? We can tolerate them.

Ulan sensed that the manor owner, who sat in the upper seat and was taller and paler than a normal human, was looking at her.

Ulan didn't even have the courage to look up; cold sweat was pouring down her body, and her hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Every reaction of her body was telling her:

"Run!"

They won't be able to get through.

This boss is in a completely different league from other dungeon bosses.

Because the bosses in those dungeons all have a sense of being bound by rules, like tigers being hunted with collars on their backs.

Although they look ferocious, as long as they find the rules, they can have a way to survive. Above the rules, these monsters cannot resist at all and can only watch them pass the level.

Winston gives off an impression of being too free; his calm and collected demeanor only exudes a terrifying aura emanating from his very bones.

It makes it impossible for people to think, let alone figure out how to get clues and find a way to survive.

It's like Winston could disregard the rules and crush everyone at any time.

Ulan lowered her head even further.

But the little guy stood next to Winston, and he wasn't afraid at all.

He now finds himself quite safe around Winston...

He looked completely bewildered and didn't even sit down to eat.

He had never sat down to eat at the table in the previous "Happy Family" instance.

So now, the black tusk is also subconsciously waiting next to Winston.

Until Winston called him over for dinner.

The little creature looked to the left and then to the right, only to find that all the seats were occupied. It didn't know what to do.

He could only walk over, pick up the plate, and eat.

It looks like a silly little stray cat.

Winston was so angry he laughed:

"Come here and sit down."

The black cat's face showed a "this isn't good" expression.

At Winston's insistence, the little guy sat in Winston's lap.

Winston: ...

Black Rabbit: 0.0

The child is only ten years old. It's normal for him to be so young, not very bright, and lack common sense.

Winston could certainly tolerate the crow's mistakes.

However, the servant next to him then inappropriately moved a chair over.

The black crow that saw the chair: ...

The little guy looks like he's about to shrink into a crack in the ground.

Winston held him up, not letting him run, and fed the little guy like a baby, spoonful by spoonful.

It was obvious that Winston had absolutely no idea how to care for human children; he was still using the methods he had learned from raising human cubs.

But the little guy has never been treated like that.

He stared blankly at Winston's profile, obediently opening his mouth and chewing with his cheeks puffed out, so adorable that Winston wanted to announce it to the whole universe.

But he, or rather, it should be Him, held back.

He can't turn back into his original form; it would scare the little guy.

So Winston could only continue feeding the child little by little.

He also whispered to Wutu, "Shh, shh, don't be shy, they all dare not lift their faces, and they can't see you."

The little guy turned his head and saw that the human players really did have their heads almost buried in the plates.

No one has the courage to look Winston in the eye.

The reason why Ultus is able to look Winston in the eye is because he was blessed by Winston.

The crow did not know that only the gods are beyond comprehension.

Including ancient gods.

Seeing how gentle Winston was and how skillfully he fed him, the little guy wished even more that Winston could be his father.

Even if they are different species, it doesn't matter, since their differences aren't that significant anyway.

The little guy naively wondered if he would grow as tall as his father if he drank milk every day from now on.

He only stopped imagining things when the black rabbit had eaten its fill, felt sleepy, and fell asleep in Winston's arms.

Winston kissed the black rabbit's forehead, then with a wave of his hand, he put all the humans into captivity.

Because the black rabbit likes it.

He then turned around, picked up the child, and went into the bedroom.

After he left the restaurant and confirmed that the black rabbit was fast asleep, Winston's facial features gradually melted away, and his body became transparent, looking as if his body was filled with a vast universe and planets.

His figure grew even taller, and his clothes gradually transformed into a long robe formed from black mist, like a scepter crowning him.

It was like a faint, indistinct figure formed by a starry sky and gray mist.

A divine shadow.

At this moment, the figure holding the black rabbit changed its posture, now embracing and protecting the child.