"Ah!"
"Ah!"
“……”
Shrill screams rang out.
The curses started again.
In the arcane realm, there was only one cat watching at the moment, circling Fang ping. The swindler's cries were so miserable.
However, every time the scammer shrieked, he would find someone to scold him. Did this not hurt anymore?
The nine emperors had been scolded once, and those who had broken seven or eight had also been scolded once. The old cat was curious. Who else could he scold?
Was it that painful?
Cang Mao was puzzled.
My mental power changed naturally back then. Why did the liar end up in such a miserable state?
It seemed that scammers were not good at enduring pain!
The gray cat sighed in its heart. It reached out its paw and poked Fang ping, which was considered comforting. Then, it squatted in front of Fang ping and ate some dried fish.
He was just short of a cup of tea!
This was the so-called melon-eating crowd.