C120 A Harmless and Cruel Little Civet Cat
The small palm civet was struck by Pang Tao's palm once again, and it became extremely ferocious. It wanted to bite him again.
"It's done." Chen Feng reached out his hand and grabbed its neck, lifting it up.
"Meow." The little palm civet narrowed its eyes, curled up, and returned to its cute appearance.
"Chen Feng! Is this the beast you raised?"
Pang Tao knew that his face had been disfigured