C642 Fellow Taoist Die!

Whoosh!

Feng Yi almost choked, nearly spitting out blood. Shiyue stumbled, almost falling off Feng Yi's shoulder into the deep pit. Startled, Shiyue quickly extended all four paws, gripping Feng Yi's collar tightly with sharp claws.

“Darn it, Black Spirit! For a cat, you sure have mastered the art of being a nuisance!”

Shiyue cursed