When the black kitten saw that Meng Chao had terrified her biochemical beast before he trained his gaze on her, she became angry.
The girl bared her teeth at Meng Chao and growled.
Meng Chao's smile froze, but the interest in his eyes grew stronger.
The black kitten seemed to be… the same type of person as he was.
Ever since he returned from the apocalypse, he had never sensed such strong, sharp, and unconcealed killing intent from a peer.
Even if Luo Hai, Sun Ya, and Xie Feng were aristocratic children, came from cultivation families, had cleared a lot of main meridians, practiced a lot of skills, and could deliver 100 Crystals or 200 Crystals worth of spirit energy, in Meng Chao's eyes, they were flowers in greenhouses. They had yet to experience a real storm.
But this kitten was different.
She had the scent of death on her, which belonged to people who had crawled out of a pile of corpses.
