"Little thing, back off now, or I won't be polite!"
Having seen the true nature of the thing, Wu Xiaoshan immediately approached the bedside and, looking at those golden eyes, angrily said a sentence.
Spirit entities have a natural understanding, and it obviously understood Wu Xiaoshan's words.
Suddenly, it arched its back and hissed at Wu Xiaoshan with a cat's meow.
Meow!
"Damn it, ungrateful, aren't you?"
Although Wu Xiaoshan couldn't understand what the cat was saying, from its posture and tone, it wasn't hard to tell that it definitely wasn't saying anything nice. He rolled up his sleeves to deal with it right away.
No sooner had he spoken than Wu Xiaoshan leaped towards the bed.
The thing was lying on Shu Rong's chest, but who knew that, as Wu Xiaoshan pounced, his hands went straight through its body.
Both hands ended up right on Shu Rong's chest, one on each side.
