Corpse Melting Powder

Feng Qing, who had just walked out of the bedroom, was shocked to see the little rat turning around and planning to continue fleeing. "Ahhh, quick, get it away!"

Xie Jiuhan hugged Feng Qing, giving her a safe feeling. Looking at Feng Qing's pale face, the man's lips curled up. He didn't expect that this fearless kitten would be afraid of rats.

Perhaps it had understood Xie Jiuhan's words, and the little rat made its final move. It rushed towards the bedroom with blood all over its body. It was so fast that Xie Jiuhan did not react.

The little rat rushed into the bedroom and quickly climbed onto the sofa. Feng Qing's expression darkened, and her eyes turned black. Her entire body was emitting a strong killing intent, and even her hair was flying in the air, as if a demon had descended.