Despite being incredibly weak, Bai Zhou still stretched out his claws and killed an animal—yet a bead of Fang Xiaoxia's blood appeared on his fingertips.
Because he had swatted a mosquito to death.
A cat's senses were far sharper than a human's. For an Extraordinary, that was a beneficial experience—but the mosquitoes buzzing and whining everywhere were truly annoying.
Casually swatting dead a mosquito flying through mid-air set Fang Xiaoxia off into another bout of excited yelping. She flailed her arms and praised Bai Zhou without end.
Then Bai Zhou sat on the bed, silently watching Fang Xiaoxia's personal performance:
It was like when a friend came over for the first time and you had no idea how to get along with them, so you dragged out every single thing you owned to show off.
To welcome Bai Zhou's arrival, Fang Xiaoxia had turned her room into an absolute mess.
One moment, she enthusiastically introduced Bai Zhou to her Gibson Custom guitar; the next, she carried out the mountain-like pile of comic books from her boxes one by one for him to look at.
One moment, she pointed at a fat lucky cat in a book and told him he absolutely could not get as fat as Mao Mi San San; the next, she studied Bai Zhou and sighed, "When will you be able to transform, transform, transform?"
Then she said that she believed superpowers and mysticism existed. Otherwise, this world, with nothing left but money and workhorses, would simply be finished.
Just as Bai Zhou grew interested, thinking she truly knew something, Fang Xiaoxia mysteriously pulled out a box of Tarot cards that she claimed possessed Spirituality beneath his expressionless gaze.
This was something Bai Zhou actually knew about.
Because Crow had mentioned Tarot cards in her introduction to