C143 Something Was Wrong

The black cat stood on Mu Yizhe's shoulder, its fur standing on end, its golden eyes staring into the distance.

Mu Yizhe took out the pen used to draw the array, put his bag aside, and went to the battlefield lightly.

A gust of cold wind blew past, Mu Yizhe immediately retreated, but his hand did not stop, and quickly drew a protective array.

With a "bang