However, Feng Fuce's expression was indifferent, not showing the slightest fear.
He directly reached out and grabbed the scruff of Dahua's neck.
He lifted it up just like that.
The tabby cat, from pretending to be fierce, turned into a frantic mess, clawing with its four paws.
Feng Fuce raised an eyebrow slightly and instructed, "Bring some meat."
The Xiu Luo Envoy hurriedly brought a plate of bloody meat.
Feng Fuce turned his head slightly, his gaze cold, "Normal meat."
After a moment, the Xiu Luo Envoy finally brought a small dish of minced meat.
Feng Fuce put the plate down along with the cat.
Dahua wanted to run, but the minced meat smelled too good.
Its chubby body curled up into a ball and began to eat the meat, occasionally raising its eyes to warily observe its surroundings.
Feng Fuce patiently watched it finish eating.
Perhaps it wasn't full, Dahua started rubbing against Feng Fuce's leg, meowing loudly in protest.
