Unable to Restrain One's Emotions

Just when Lian Jiuhua and Le Zhengyu were devising a plan to save Han Moze and Han Moxi from being bewitched, a silhouette leaped out from the bushes and flew right for Lian Jiuhua.

Lian Jiuhua suddenly felt his fragile neck being choked by a big palm, leaving his face to turn white in shock and his whole body to tremble. The razor-sharp claws made him feel like someone was dragging him into hell. He was going to die, if they dragged him a little further down.

"Huh? Lian Jiuhua, why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?"

Just when Le Zhengyu was about to turn to look at Lian Jiuhua, three dark silhouettes suddenly appeared and blocked their paths.

The strong winds from these cat demon's pouncing claws terrified Le Zhengyu.

Le Zhengyu's body shuddered, then asked in a trembling voice, "Hey! W-what do... you guys want...?"

"Haha, nothing! We were just curious about the taste of white horse meat."