"Isn't this... a skunk?"
He La couldn't quite believe it, but suddenly realized.
"No, that's not right!"
The skunk had already twisted, releasing a strong stench!
The smell was simply... and enclosed in the dark room.
And the cat fur instantly ignited.
After all, He La had keen eyes and detected something odd, her expression changed, she waved her sleeve to decompose the foul poisonous gas, then got up and reached out to capture the black smoke from the burning cat fur, but the darkness had already gathered, forming a plump cat silhouette, speaking in a soft, childish voice.
"Traveling thousands of miles to aid the battle, yet you plot against me. If it was only my body you desired, I might have been indulgent, but you even stole my hair! Scumbags, degenerates, shameless! Pah!"
Then the silhouette dissolved.
After insulting them, she ran away. That's her, Qin Yu, a clever little rascal.
