He looked at the gigantic foot suspended above his head, and at the emotionless crimson eyes on the rabbit's face...
"W-w-w-w-w-w... Mommy... don't kill me... I was wrong... I was really wrong..." Moshi completely broke down.
He curled up like an abandoned puppy in the rain, letting out incoherent, childish cries of despair, snot and tears smearing his face, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind.
He looked small, pitiful, and helpless.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
Little Carrot's movements also seemed to pause.
Its huge head tilted slightly, its long ears even drooped a bit submissively, and its crimson eyes stared at the boy crying heartbreakingly at its feet, slowly retracting its rabbit foot.
Even the fleeing crowd in the distance instinctively stopped, looking back with lingering fear.
Could this monster...
Still have the "conscience" not to kill children?
Yes, he looked like just a small, pitiful child.
No matter how crazy that monster was, it wouldn't wantonly slaughter a defenseless child... right?
Just as this thought arose in the minds of the onlookers.
"Whoosh—Bang!!!"
A short, sharp whooshing sound rang out!
Little Carrot's hind leg, like a steel whip, kicked upwards with a sudden force, at a speed impossible for the naked eye to catch, without any warning!
The movement was as light as... kicking away a stone in the way.
Moshi, curled up on the ground, didn't even have time to whimper before his entire body, like a rag doll powerfully shot, instantly transformed into a blurry trajectory accompanied by blood foam and the sound of shattering bones, flying backward off the ground!
The onlookers once again fell into panic, scattering and fleeing.
Serie just wanted to laugh at their wishful thinking.
Rabbit Spirit were absolutely loyal to Serie; she was completely at ease about that.
Moreover, even if Rabbit Spirit acted according to their own will,
Then Little Carrot, who was personally tortured and killed by Moshi, would be even less likely to show him mercy.
It might even strike harder.
After all, Little Carrot's immediate retraction of its foot was at Serie's command.
One kick would result in blood and gore, but...
It would be too easy for him.
Moshi had bullied Kuchiha for a whole year; how could she let him be free in one second?
For those who had no grudge against her but had to be killed, Serie would choose a fatal blow, striving to give them release.
As for people like Moshi, Serie preferred to "simmer them slowly."
Let them feel the pain little by little.
Serie was quite benevolent.
In this matter, she might truly have a talent for being a witch.
On one hand, Little Carrot held back at Serie's request; on the other hand, children of this age are indeed very resilient and tough.
Moshi, who was kicked into the green belt, was surprisingly still able to breathe at first.
It was just that the sound didn't seem right, more intake than output.
Little Carrot's furry hand reached over, and like pulling up a carrot, it yanked Moshi out of the dirt.
It lifted him high, then slammed him hard onto the ground.
Picking him up again, repeating the action.
Blood splatters scattered, smearing Little Carrot's adorably blank rabbit face, sending shivers down one's spine.
The intense pain blurred Moshi's consciousness; he so wished this was just a nightmare.
Tomorrow, the sun would rise as usual, and he could continue to trample Kuchiha and her frail little rabbit underfoot.
Unfortunately... evil deeds done must be repaid sooner or later.
Today was the day of reckoning.
He would never have a tomorrow.
A moment later, ignoring the "broken sack" filled with rotten tomatoes on the ground, Little Carrot suddenly looked up.
In the distance, Moshi's father was scrambling into his shiny black sedan.
The engine roared piercingly, tires spinning wildly on the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust—the car finally started! He was going to escape this hellhole!
Too late.
Little Carrot's massive body suddenly sank, erupting with terrifying speed completely disproportionate to its size.
In a few steps, it covered dozens of meters, and with a thunderous sound, its mountain-like figure had already intercepted the side of the car.
Inside the car, Moshi's father violently slammed the steering wheel, a hint of wild joy at having escaped death just appearing on his face.
But this joy instantly froze—
A giant fist, stained with blood and covered in thick coarse fur, rapidly expanded in his pupils, which were dilated from extreme fear, like a cannonball fired from a barrel, smashing fiercely against the driver's side window!
Crash—Boom!!!
The tempered glass, like shattered rock candy, instantly exploded into countless sharp shards!
A giant claw pierced through the broken window, completely disregarding the glass shards deeply embedded in its fur, and accurately seized Moshi's father by the neck.
"Urgh ah—!!" Moshi's father's scream was instantly cut off.
His entire body was forcibly pulled out of the driver's seat by a brute force.
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