I watched the monkey, walking slowly. As soon as the monkeys heard the sound, they picked up the sharp stick and pointed it at the person I raised, not knowing what to say.
I hurriedly took it back, holding a dagger in my hand, and called it "Good." Seeing it gradually quiet down, I stepped forward, using my body to speak instead of words.
"Do you know, someone as tall and handsome as me has been wrongfully beaten many times?"
After hearing my story, the monkeys pointed to the tree in front of them. Then they picked flowers for me, ate a little, and those who ate didn't seem to know what they were saying. I couldn't understand their words, so I thought of preparing first before finding the monkeys.
Who knew these monkeys would die and drag me away?
As I was busy, White suddenly said!
"He said there's no danger, he won't let you go."
I asked some questions and then said, "You know what he knows, right?"
