C392 My Lord, Devourer
The street lights were dim, and the little black cat was too small to be seen by the little girl.
After she finished dumping the trash, the little girl wiped the sweat off her forehead and turned around to walk towards the iron door.
"Meow ~"
The desire to survive made the little black cat let out a weak cry that was not much louder than a mosquito's buzzing. The little girl did not hear it
