The Little Bear whimpered, wanting to turn away and eat some fish.
Slap!
Fang Che mercilessly slapped the bear on the head, with full force and without hesitation.
It made the little guy dizzy, sitting on the ground, only to be lifted by Fang Che to stand properly once again.
"Stand properly!"
Fang Che swiftly drew out a cold sword, lifting the little one's chin with the blade: "Don't move! Be still! Listen to my questions!"
The Little Bear was so scared that its soul seemed to fly away, obediently standing there, its back legs trembling constantly.
Its black and white eyes flashed with fear, making a whimpering sound to placate.
"Speak! How did you get here?"
"Speak! Why have you shrunk?!"
"Speak, did you lure those venomous snakes outside?"
"Speak!"
The Little Bear stared with confused big eyes, looking pitifully at Fang Che, with its mouth open, dumbfounded.
"Woo woo woo..."
The little guy looked pitifully.
"..."
