To say nothing of the monster's exceptionally ethereal, pure appearance, which made it hard to associate it with anything negative,
its behavior so far didn't seem like that of something that would do harm, either.
Well, appearances could be deceiving.
Words and actions could be faked, too.
What was this monster really like?
Xiao Xiao felt he needed to observe it a little longer.
"Fuzhu."
Xiao Xiao didn't approach any closer.
He kept a certain distance from Fuzhu.
Otherwise, he worried the monster might get so nervous it couldn't speak.
"You should know why I'm here."
"Why did you make Dan Fangze—that human—have nightmares?"
Xiao Xiao always went straight to the point.
He had no love of beating around the bush.
Nor was he any good at it.
Getting right to the heart of the matter had always been his forte.
Perhaps that had something to do with his dislike of trouble and somewhat lazy nature?
Fuzhu froze.
The human had actually asked it a question?
The scene of this human destroying the dream it had created with a mere gesture had been so shocking that Fuzhu had assumed he'd come to take that human's side and teach it a lesson.
Maybe he'd wait until after asking his questions to teach it a lesson?
The monster sank into inexplicable worry and couldn't pull itself out. For a moment, it even forgot to answer the human standing before it.
Xiao Xiao looked at Fuzhu's naturally aloof, ethereal face.
It showed no change in expression, and its eyes were lowered, hiding its feelings.
Though even if it looked up, could those eyes, with no whites, show any emotion?
Still, Xiao Xiao had the inexplicable feeling that it was lost in thought—or, to put it plainly,