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The faint magic fluctuation detected by the blue cat familiar was definitely not simple.

“Alright, Master. Sit tight.”

The blue cat familiar immediately dashed forward.

Due to the blue cat familiar’s acceleration, it was not only fast, but also as fast as lightning.

The blue cat familiar seemed to be even more passionate now.

Perhaps it was because its killing intent had become stronger.

As for why the killing intent was so stron ...

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