Nine Lives, One Meow

Shadow came out, and Lin Feng seemed to call him... "Uncle Ya?"

Could this be Lin Feng's... "Uncle?"

== Then the two uncles met, and the time and place were a bit wrong.

Pace, who knew some Chinese, immediately turned black, "So you are relatives?"

Neither Chu Feiya nor Lin Ling strangled him, and he was allowed to yell non-stop, speaking Chinese with feces, and he was the only one who felt pretty good about it.

Sure enough, Pace couldn't hold back, "Come here! Let's beat them together! Beat them up and find out the formula!"

"Yes--"

The big men are ready to rush forward at any time.

Uncle said coldly, "I have something to do with you."

Chu Feiya nodded, "I have something to do with you, too."

The uncle sneered, "But in this situation..."

Chu Feiya, "We'll talk about it after it's resolved."

Uncle, "Not bad."

This is very likely to be the future nephew...

So he took out his whip and was ready for battle at any time.

It is no longer the soft leather whip used to teach Lin Feng a lesson, but a real weapon - the Thorn Whip.

"You guys are really unlucky." Some long bangs hung down, covering the uncle's deep and gloomy eyes.

He met Lin Ling, a lunatic who was practicing in the Meow Clan, and a formidable martial elder.