(I'm continuing to ask for monthly votes. It's only the third, after all, and before I forget about them, I still have to ask. If you've got any spare, don't hide them away. Also, could someone go claim those bonus chapters...)
If I were the werewolf William, and understood Crazy Girl Lilina's twitchy, unhinged nature, the smartest choice would be to immediately throw anything she handed me fifty meters away, then back up and keep a straight-line distance of at least thirty meters from her. Then I'd take off my shoe and throw it in her face.
But William wasn't me, and he had no idea how sinister this innocent-looking, adorable little girl could be. All he saw was how she had suddenly summoned vines thicker than his thigh and man-eating flowers, tying that bouncing miniature girl into one huge bundle. This miraculous scene made the werewolf's eyebrows twitch wildly: that move alone was enough to let someone run rampant through the Dark World.
He could never imagine how easily Lilina could issue a death command to tens of millions of people.
"Is this... a joke?"
Fortunately, though the werewolf looked honest, he wasn't an idiot. Instinctively, he felt that she was fooling him. Then he shrugged at us. "I sincerely came here to ask for help. The only people in this world who can help us are probably the mysterious Boundless Love. Last night, I nearly killed several of my closest assistants. I only calmed down after the sun rose. My werewolf instincts tell me that the next time the moon appears, my blood will lose control again. And the moon in China will definitely rise earlier than the one in Europe. Perhaps Miss Lin is right—the moon's energy triggered the werewolf mutation. But I'm also certain that its