Wengweng let out a tiny Lun Dou sigh, found a pile of firewood and sat down on it, then took out a big pear and started gnawing on it.
The little Xiaojin that had been coiled around her arm flicked its tongue and slithered over to her knee.
"Don't rush." Lun Dou reached out and tapped Xiaojin on the head. "This jerk knows my mom and really hates her. Since we've come, we have to figure things out, right? Otherwise Mom will be in danger."
Xiaojin kept flicking its tongue.
"Don't go doing anything rash. Relax, there'll be a chance for you to really show off later." Lun Dou took a bite of the big pear. "These people aren't even worth me using my superpower on."
Just then, the door of the firewood shed was pushed open a little. Because it was locked, it couldn't be opened all the way and only a thin crack appeared.
"Who are you?" Lun Dou peered through the crack and glanced at the little boy outside; it was the same pitch-black kid she'd just seen at the windowsill.
