Wu Ziqi is dead!
Unlike ordinary demon beasts, she had a significant status in the organization and was considered an intellectual demon.
Mr. Leng showed no expression.
Bai Silang and Hui Sandao, however, were trembling with fear.
Previously, the leader had issued a strict order that the group of demons should not go out before they gathered. Who would have thought that Wu Ziqi would be so daring that she couldn't suppress her desire for food and was targeted by the Demon Control Department?
"If she's dead, she's dead!"
The scholar looked at the crescent moon in the sky, his eyes were gentle and filled with yearning.
"Little mountain cat, it's so boring to stay on the mountain every day. Shall we go out and play?" The innocent and romantic child seemed to be right in front of him, and her round black eyes were like twinkling stars in the sky.
The little mountain cat bared its teeth, biting the boy's clothes and mewing like a baby, as if trying its best to stop him.
