In the tent of the cat tribe, commander Carter is using his long fingernail fingers, gently twirling his beard on the side of his mouth, a pair of vertical dark green pupils, and staring at the two cat family assassins on the opposite side, "you say, you are the cave cat people of the saint devil tribe? That's why you don't have tails, right? "

"yes, Lord Carter!" Basdley nodded his toes, stroked his chest with his right hand, gracefully performed a feline etiquette, and respectfully said to Carter.

Carter frowned, a pair of cats couldn't help shaking their ears, and looked at the two of them suspiciously. Today, after...