The meatball had already left Mr. Zhu's body.
Before he left, his entire body kept rubbing against the corner of Mr. Zhu's clothes, as if he had accidentally touched something dirty.
His appearance shocked everyone around him again.
This cat seemed a little strange no matter how he looked at it.
Feng Chuge picked up the meatball that had returned to his arms and stroked its smooth fur. The corners of his lips curled up slightly." Just wait for him to go to the dean…"
Mr. Zhu woke up four hours later.
When she woke up, she realized that there was no one in the room. Everyone had left.
He rubbed his arm that seemed to be falling apart, and suddenly, the image of Feng Chu Ge confronting him appeared in his mind.
His pupils constricted.
That's right!
The aura that Feng Chuge had given off earlier was not just that of an Advanced Cleric.