C146 I Am of the Yang Race Not of the Demonic Beasts

The kitten lazily stretched itself and stood up. Its three different-colored tails casually swayed about. When his gaze fell on Lan Ming's body, his eyes shone with a cold light, and hatred was born within him.

"Speak, what is your relationship with him? Who is he? And who are you? "Speak!" The kitten shouted. The kitten's eyes were filled with hatred