Late in the night, the little white tiger snored and was in deep sleep.
At the same time, black mist emerged out of Ye Qingtang's chest and subsequently formed into the shape of a ball.
With a swoosh, the little black ball vanished from the room and was already outside the hall when it appeared once again.
"Arh-wooo!"
Suddenly, the silver wolf noticed the little ball of black mist which was floating in the air and bared its fangs immediately. It scowled at the little black ball evilly with a fierce expression.
"What are you looking at? I'll dig your eyeballs out if you look at me again." The little black ball threatened with a baby voice.
"ARH-WOOOOOO!"
Upon hearing that, the silver wolf was enraged instantly. It had been threatened twice with the same thing.
In a flash, the silver wolf lunged towards the little black ball in the air.
