Chapter 342

"What wrong, Master?" Little Purple blinked his snake eyes in confusion.

He had been sitting on the shoulder of Tristan for approximately ten minutes already and the cursed boy has yet to make any sound or movement.

Little Purple would have called his master sooner if not for the mask of extreme anger that showed on Tristan's countenance.

"Let's go home, Little Purple." Tristan ignored his new pet's query and left with a helpless sigh on this unknown dark forest. A breath later, nothing remained to disturb the peace in the place.

Even the wooden rocking chair disappeared together with its owner that had willingly succumbed int