It screamed at the door.

One after another, it's not so poignant!

It's as if you've seen something unknown.

Wang Youcai was taken aback by this sudden situation and looked behind him nervously.

Black cats are feminine and naturally psychic.

Even if I didn't see anything, I suddenly felt something bad in my heart, and an ominous premonition arose.

So he pulled Wang Youcai to his side, raised his right hand, and held a talisman in his palm, ready to meet evil creatures at any time!

Meow...

The fried-haired little black cat howled at the end, and immediately spread all four legs and sped into the corner.

"Where are you going?"

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