As the coldest demon hunter in Qingyun Mountain, I picked up an ignorant kitten demon.
She always looks at me with wet eyes: "Exian, how do you draw this charm?"
Behind his back, he smashed the evil demon's head with his claws: "Idiot, are you worthy of soiling my master's clothes?"
I slowly wiped off the blood on my sleeves: "Is it fun to pretend to be good?"
She suddenly leaned close to my ear: "It's more interesting than you pretending to be cold."
Until one day she blocked a fatal blow for me, and her nine tails soared into the sky——
I crushed my magic weapon and sneered: "The little kitten is actually the Nine-tailed Demon King? It seems that he hasn't been taught enough lessons."
Is it the same as white porridge?