"It's all my fault..."
In the clearing in front of the Mushroom House, Norris knelt in the center of a group of Puki, even Xiao Hai was squatting in the corner watching him.
He hung his head, the scale armor made a faint scraping sound against the ground, and his intermittent confession floated in the air mixed with a faint scent of blood.
At this moment, Norris's right foot had already been reattached, and the wound on his chest had healed, yet he still looked utterly disheveled.
The flesh at the junction of the reattached limb had an obvious demarcation, and the scales on his body were missing patches here and there, with cracks in those that remained, losing their former luster.
Norris couldn't even understand why he lost control of his emotions; after being bullied for so many years, he should have gotten used to it by now.
Now that he had committed the crime of murder, he could only honestly confess the whole process and then wait anxiously for his fate.
