It's a pity that both Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu are children with thin skin.
The Black Cat was ready in its pose, but the two young wizards were like beans in a pod, speechless for a moment. Just looking at each other, and when not looking at each other, both turned their heads in unison, staring blankly into the distance.
In the distance, half of the blue big fish was still buried in the dirt, occasionally flipping its tail.
Further in the distance, the black mountain goat's cub, at some point, turned its body and was looking solemnly into the distance as if it had discovered something in the ink-black night.
This was not the scene the Black Cat had imagined.
"Yo, little girl, long time no see."
The Black Cat raised its paw, waved at Jiang Yu, and greeted slickly: "This world is like a room with closed doors and windows, murky and stuffy... You are like fresh air, finally bringing some life to this world."
The witch had already noticed this black cat.
