C241 snare

Xiao Miao's body was lying on my shoulder. He was not alive, nor was he a ghost, but a cat's soul.

His claws never left my neck for a second, and from what I could tell, he didn't seem to have any intention of letting go either. Seems like Xiao Miao plans to fight to the end with me.

I coughed lightly and said to Xiao Miao: "I didn't hurt you last time."

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