Before his voice died away, a warm white creature had clung to Ding Hao's forehead.

It was the Demon King, Evil Moon.

It used its claws to scratch Ding Hao's head habitually so that his hair became very messy. Then it jumped on Ding Hao's shoulder with satisfaction.

"Fat Cat, can you change your way of greeting me next time... Oh my God! I haven't seen you for a few days. How did you become like this?" Ding Hao was holding the back of Evil Moon's ...