Snap...
The necromancer seemed to hear a faint crisp sound, and at the same time, he felt a pain in his tooth socket, as if he had suddenly bitten into something extremely hard.
The crisp sound made him a little confused. He was very sure that apart from biting a mouthful of fur, he did not bite any bones of the gray and white dog, so how could it make such a crisp sound?
The necromancer was trapped in an illusion and didn't know what he had bitten, but Luo Zheyu could see it clearly.
His eyes were red, and he had an angry expression of collapse and unacceptance. He hugged the handmade solid wood coat rack next to the door of the guest room and bit it viciously.
The sound was very crisp. The Necromancer had great teeth, and he had left a circle of deep teeth marks on the solid wood coat rack.
But soon, Baimu's howl brought the necromancer out of his doubts.
The opportunity was fleeting, and the necromancer missed the chance to seize the flaw in the illusion and sank into it again.
"Awooo~Woof woof woof!"
Bai Mu cried out in pain and howled towards the sky.
But it still did not let go of the necromancer in its claws. It shook the necromancer in its hands, making him dizzy and unable to bite the dog. Then it banged on Mochaka's door.
“Bang, bang, bang!”
"Oh damn! I was bitten by this little wild man. If I don't get an injection, it will be infected. Mochaka, if you don't open the door, I won't speak well of you to Uncle Corgi! You can't marry his daughter!"
Bai Mu's eyes rolled slightly, then the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing an evil smile on his wolf-like head, and he threatened.
There was still no movement in the house. It seemed that the tabby cat Mochaka didn't seem to care much about this matter.
Bai Mu was not discouraged and shouted: "There is no future for a cat and a dog to fall in love! The cubs born can't even decide whether to be named cat or dog!"
"Shut up!" The tabby cat Mochaka finally couldn't help but open the door and stretched out his claws to slap Baimu's face.
"Come in." It opened the door and motioned Baimu to come in with a sullen face.
Bai Mu opened his mouth, couldn't help but stick out his tongue and exhale, his face full of pride.
The necromancer who was being carried was in a state of confusion because of the tragic end that was about to come where he would be powerless to resist, and also because of the huge amount of information revealed in the conversation between Baimu and Mokaka just now.
Although he had questioned himself many times in his heart, the Necromancer still wanted to use his last bit of strength to shout out: What on earth is wrong with this world! ?
Five minutes later.
The necromancer, who was unable to struggle, was tied into a "big" shape with his limbs bound at the four corners.
Waves of chill surged through his body like the raging sea. The necromancer cursed in frustration, and was so excited that the magical elements around him kept fluctuating, and there was even a sign of a breakthrough.
However, this was of no use. The magic that he trusted and relied on for his survival had long since inexplicably become ineffective and could no longer save him.
Baimu and Mochaka seemed not to understand what he said and remained calm. Mochaka, with a sour face, even stretched out his paw to gently touch the necromancer's head to comfort him.
But this tabby cat in a white robe held a huge pair of scissors in its other paw.
The scissors have been sterilized and are very clean, with the blade shining silver.
The tabby cat put on a white mask and stared at the necromancer with its pair of blue vertical pupils from a downward angle.
Then slowly, shift your gaze to between his legs.
"We need some anesthetic. Relax little one. It will be fine soon. It won't hurt."
“Bullshit! Get out of here!”
The necromancer tried to close his legs together, but because his limbs were tied in a "big" shape, he couldn't put his legs together. This situation didn't give him any sense of security. His brows were furrowed, his expression was distorted, and his mouth was almost twisted with anger. He let out an angry roar.
"Damn evil spirit, I curse you! Live in the burning fire forever!"
"I will make your bones into a mount and step on it!"
"Scumbag! [Beep——]! Damn cat, I hate cats!"
"ah--"
As a miserable howl was heard from the guest room, people in the entire hotel room and even on the street could not help but be surprised. They stopped what they were doing, exchanged glances, and started gossiping.
The slightly balding middle-aged owner of the hotel hurriedly followed the direction from which the screams came and climbed up the stairs in a hurry.
But please don't let anything happen to anyone in his hotel.
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