He Ruge felt a little pain from the little monster’s bite. Although the little white tiger had scratched him before, the game at that time was not a holographic game. He Ruge did not have any real concept of being bitten.

The pain in the holographic game was 100% reproduced. He Ruge gritted his teeth and endured the pain.

He wanted to take his hand out of the little monster’s mouth. However, the little monster was biting very tightly. He Ruge was afraid that forcefully pulling it out would cause the wound to open even wider. Fresh blood soaked the corner of the little monster’s mouth. Its Blue Eye was so excited that it had a dark red pupil.

It was demonic and violent. It was filled with deep malice.

It was at this moment that He Ruge realized why the game called him a “little monster.”

Fresh blood seemed to have a special attraction to the little monster. When the little monster was excited, its dark red pupil would appear in its Blue Eye.

Other than that, was there something else strange about the little monster?

He Ruge tried his best to let his imagination run wild, distracting himself and relieving the pain.

The little monster bit him for more than a minute before it let go reluctantly. The little monster looked at the wound on the back of He Ruge’s hand in a daze. Because He Ruge’s hand was very white, a slight twist would leave a mark, not to mention the fact that the little monster had just bitten him so deeply.

“You are mine.” It licked the blood that had spilled out.

He Ruge inhaled a mouthful of cold air in pain. His right hand grabbed his left wrist.

Two rows of deep teeth marks punctured the flesh. Although it wasn’t as painful as the skin and flesh being torn apart, it was still biting until blood could be seen. This wasn’t the biting method of a kitten or a puppy playing with its owner. It was a biting without any sense of propriety because it really wanted to hurt the other party.

The little monster still had an innocent and joyful expression. He was purely happy that he had “bitten He Ruge.” It was so heartless that it seemed there was no difference between right and wrong.

He Ruge glanced at the wound and couldn’t help but look away.

Out of sight, out of mind, out of sight, out of mind.

He Ruge forced himself to ignore the pain in his hand. He remembered that there was an item called “Universal Medical Spray” in his backpack. The moment he thought of the name of the item, the spray automatically appeared in his arms.

He Ruge picked up the spray and sprayed it on the wound. The spray was very effective. Although the wound didn’t stop hurting immediately, the bleeding stopped in time.

“Ouch ~ It’s the smell of medicine.” The little monster covered his nose with his paw and took a step back in disgust.

He Ruge subconsciously wanted to push the frame of his glasses. When his fingers felt empty air, He Ruge remembered that he had taken off his glasses in the game last time. He wanted to test whether or not the glasses had any effect on the little monster.

That was why he was not wearing glasses now.

He Ruge took a step back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Then he let out a soft sigh.

Little monster … It’s a real bear. Naughty kids need to be educated. If they don’t educate them when they’re young, what will they do when they grow up?

He Ruge’s face hardened. He wanted to use a serious attitude to discuss the seriousness of biting people. However, when he and the little monster looked at each other, physical fear destroyed the aura He Ruge had worked so hard to build.

“You can’t just bite people. If you bite my hand, it will hurt.” He reprimanded the little monster in a light tone. It was unbelievably gentle.

The little monster licked the blood from the corner of his mouth. He stared at He Ruge’s wound for a while and then tilted his head. “But when people bully me, it hurts too. Why can they bully me?”

He Ruge was stumped by the question.

“The weak will be trampled on.” The little monster answered his own question. “I’m weak, so I’ll be bullied. You’re weaker than me, so I’ll bully you.” He spoke in a calm and firm tone, as if he was speaking an eternal truth.

Even as he spoke such cruel words, his voice was still childish.

“Hurry up and leave. If you don’t leave, I’m going to bite your throat.” The little monster said sincerely. “I can’t bear to see you die.”

The little monster was serious.

He Ruge could feel the little monster’s serious attitude, so he logged off. Logging off from the holographic game was very convenient. As long as the thought of logging off appeared in his mind, he could quickly log out of the game.

When he logged out of the game world, He Ruge hugged the holographic game helmet and didn’t regain his senses for a long time.

He stretched out his left hand, which had been bitten in the game, and carefully examined it for a while. He didn’t find any wounds. However, the wound and pain on his left hand in the game were extremely realistic.

His fingers moved slightly, and the little monster’s soft touch seemed to still be lingering on his fingertips.

Was everything just a dream?

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