Priscilla was right. With [Hanbao] in the Ghost Witches' party, there was no need to hurry at all.
Jiang Han led them into a small room filled with numerous compartments, each blocked off by iron railings and barred gates. Inside each compartment were several thick black cat-ear cloaks, along with lanterns containing Snowflake Cat Lamps no bigger than a palm. The adorable little creatures meowed and yowled, making the witches desperately want to fish them out of their lanterns, cradle them in their palms, and rub their chins and cheeks endlessly against their soft fur.
Jiang Han locked the door behind them and let out a loud meow-yowl at the Key Cat Lamp on guard!
The Key Cat Lamp hurriedly handed over the keys hanging from its tail.
"Good meow-yowl." Jiang Han took the key to the nearest compartment, gave the Key Cat Lamp a rub, and stuffed a Fire Dragon chocolate into its paws.
Different Cat Lamps liked different kinds of snacks.
Mist Immortal Cat Lamps supposedly liked Sea Siren jerky... mrrp meow-yowl... Under the curious gazes of the Ghost Witches, Jiang Han patted her own face, then opened the compartment.
With brisk movements, she tossed the thick cat-ear cloaks to the three Ghost Witches behind her.
"Cat Lamp language is so convenient. When can you teach me Cat Lamp language?" Histeria hugged a cat-ear cloak and smiled as she spun in a circle. As her skirt fluttered up, the curve of her butt wrapped in tight shorts came into view.
And those heavy things, swaying as though about to tumble free, gave one no choice but to marvel... Histeria had hidden depths, yet put them on display!
"Nope. Cat Lamp language is top-secret." Jiang Han refused with a smile.
Roxanne, standing beside them, remained as taciturn as ever.