Gong Jue spoke slowly. His voice was still childish and tender, but it had already revealed a hint of cold and domineering air. “Nest! Blood! No! Outside!”
The bodyguards in the room were dumbfounded when they heard these four words. All of them silently thought to themselves, is this three-year-old boy a fool?
Can He speak human language?
He can’t be a wolf child, right?
However, Count Hef grinned and laughed out loud. “Alright.”
Others might not understand, but he understood it clearly.
Gong Jue rarely came into contact with humans since he was young. He spent most of his time in this wolf den made of iron cages. How could he have the opportunity to communicate with others.
Therefore, the number of languages he knew was pitifully small.
They were all one word, half a word. They jumped out like this to express the simplest meaning.
