The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 307 Ch.306 Erendira
Warm bedroom.

The man and the snake are extremely harmonious.

Although Xiaozhu likes to eat meat and doesn't like to eat anything other than meat, this shortbread is indeed...

'Another piece!'

"it is good."

The girl in the wheelchair seemed to be keen on feeding this clever snake which was not much thicker than a finger. When she opened her mouth, she could swallow the whole biscuit in one gulp - scary but interesting.

'Ordinary snakes are not like me.'

Seeing that woman staring at her endlessly, the little candle was a little unhappy: "I am much better than them."

Common snake?

Erendira nodded her eyes, a little puzzled: "Generally, snakes don't eat shortbread?"

Little Candle: ...?
Really ignorant.

She hissed a few times, slapping the small round table with her tail: "Ordinary snakes don't eat biscuits, and they can't talk. You are such an ignorant woman... It's rare to have such a beautiful face."

pretty?

"Hannah and Lila always say that, but I never hear the other little animals--"

"A small animal? I'm a different creature - I'm... but..." The snake's head pushed forward, then drooped, dejected: "Okay, I'm a small animal... I can't tell whether you're pretty or not, woman, but I think that my father might like you..."

Father?

Another wonderful word.

The critter's father was probably a very large white python?
"Father, are you also living in a pipe like me?" She was a little suspicious, and pointed at the small candle with two fingers: "If it's bigger, it won't fit?"

Small Candle: ...

Imagine a python's body attached to my father's head...

Interesting picture.

'My father was a human! A human! He walked on his feet like you!'

Snake Eyes suddenly noticed the wheelchair and the empty iron frame under the skirt.

'…with hands like you.'

These words did not cause the golden amber to waver in the slightest.

She seemed unable to hear, nor did she seem to regret her lost legs: "I have never seen such a wonderful little animal as you."

“So I won’t be angry.”

The little candle glanced at her, swam to another plate, and began to eat the soft cakes: "I'm not worried that you will be angry, woman, I don't know you..."

Erendira rested her chin on her hand and watched the snake eat the cake quietly.

She often daydreams, but never in such an interesting way.

蛇…

Living animals.

"Where are you from?"

She asked.

'From outside,' said the little candle, 'from my father's bed.'

Outside…

"Hannah, tell Lila that it's dangerous out there."

The little candle nodded: "It is indeed very dangerous, especially for a human like you who is unable to move..."

A hint of innocence flashed across Erendira's face, and she asked again, "Are there many people outside?"

There's something wrong with this.

The little candle brushed its tail, pushed the milk can aside, and lazily said, "There are many people and carriages outside. Why don't you let the one who kneels down to serve you push you out to have a look?"

'My father took me everywhere he went, always with me, he loved hanging out with me.'

The half-bragging words really aroused the red-haired girl's curiosity.

"What's it like outside?" Her small nose, thin red lips, long eyebrows and two golden eyes that always attract attention make her look more like a doll that resembles a young girl than a curious girl.

And what she said was not far from the puppet's.

Humans are like human idols, and human beings are like puppets - both of these things are horrible.

"I've never been out."

The little candle was very surprised.

Never? she asked.

Never, Erendira said.

But she didn't seem sad at all, her golden eyes were filled with tranquility and peace: "Outside, it's too dirty, dangerous, and toxic... It's the safest in this room."

The little candle stuck out its long snake-like tongue and stared at her with its red eyes for a long while.

'It's not that dangerous. ' "Really?" Erendira was stunned for a moment, and even forgot to control her tone. She was surprised, but quickly calmed down, and gently scratched the snake scales with her round, round, and smooth nails that were carefully trimmed every day.

"Maybe, it's snakes. Your father probably knows how dangerous they are."

She tapped and scraped the snake's scales with her fingernails, feeling the 'clicking' vibration.

The vibration comforted her.

There was not a speck of dirt under her fingernails, a detail that meant she not only took a bath every day, but also had servants come to clean her every few hours.

Delicate and fragile...

people?
The little candle thought.

Just eyes.

Unlike her father's rolling waves or dazzling sun, her golden color always reminded the little candle of the desert.

There seemed to be grains of sand in her eyes that were hard to detect.

"No! "

Seeing that she didn't believe him, the little candle stood up angrily: "Father and I are both very powerful!"

Erendira nodded expressionlessly, but it looked like she was coaxing a child who had not grown up.

'You have no idea how powerful my father is!'

The slender snake stretched itself straight: "He is as sharp as a sword! The cultists will not survive in his hands for more than a blink of an eye!"

The upper body softened again and swung back and forth in front of Erendira.

'He is as soft as a whip, entangles his enemies without them even noticing!'

He twisted himself into a "Z" shape and spun his neck on the round table.

'As clever as a cat and as quiet as a cat!'

'He's horrible!'

'It's the enemy's nightmare!'

Erendira rested her chin on her hand and listened to her story about her father.

like.

A very strong gentleman?

'…He has scary golden eyes! When there is no sun, his black hair blends into the darkness…quietly…quietly approaching you…'

"He——!"

'Jump out and kill you!'

Even using its fangs to intimidate, Erendira's 'expressionless face' only turned into 'expressionless face after blinking' - she saw the snake was waiting, but she didn't know what it was waiting for, so she sighed and shook her head silently.

The wheelchair squeaked.

The little candle was so angry that it almost died.

'You are insulting me and my father!'

Erendira thought about it, reached out with difficulty, and opened the drawer beside her.

Pick out a finger-wide soft silk ribbon from it.

He held it and waved it in front of the small candle.

"Do you like this?"

The snake shook its head and didn't want to pay attention to her.

The woman changed direction again.

The snake's head turns again.

She thought about it and simply pulled the ribbon around and tied a bow at the end.

"Does it look good?"

The white snake turned its head and looked at its tail, then swung it in boredom, exhaling a breath from its nostrils: "If you dare to laugh at my father again..."

"No, I just haven't heard such a story."

'This is not a story!'

"So, is he very old?"

Seeing that Erendira was finally interested, Candle began to talk about her father's "great deeds" with great energy - "Collins's Adventures". The story she told could probably be called something like this.

It’s just that snakes don’t have hands and feet, otherwise, she would have wanted to throw a punch in front of this woman to let her know how powerful her father is!
"I admit that he's awesome... okay?"

The little candle made her swear.

She really did.

"He's very powerful." Erendira said seriously, with a barely perceptible urgency in her eyes: "So, are we friends?"

(End of this chapter)