Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!
Chapter 167: Turned into Black Smoke and Disappeared

Chapter 167: Chapter 167: Turned into Black Smoke and Disappeared

The crow was none other than the Blood Crow, which had not appeared for a long time.

Downstairs, Qing Yi and the others, upon seeing Jun Moyan on the balcony, quickly said:

"Third Young Master, it has appeared."

"Find a way to capture it, alive," Jun Moyan’s icy voice came from above.

"Understood."

Qing Yi took out his phone and called the person in the control room, who, upon receiving the instructions, relayed them to the man in white controlling the dozens of mechanical birds.

"Meow~" Wen Xiao’ai, looking at the Blood Crow trapped and unable to escape, wrinkled her little nose.

How could this Blood Crow from the Demon Realm appear here repeatedly, could it be that Jun Moyan has connections with the Demon Realm?

Could it be? Jun Moyan is really just a human, how could he be related to the Demon Realm?

Or, do the people from the Demon Realm want to cause some chaos in the Human Realm, hence they want to collaborate with Jun Moyan?

Wen Xiao’ai felt the latter was more likely.

Once she regained her human form, she would definitely investigate thoroughly.

Jun Moyan had helped her so much, she couldn’t just leave without a care when the time came.

Seizing an opportunity, the Blood Crow flew straight through the gap between two mechanical birds to the front.

Dozens of mechanical birds chased after it.

Upon seeing this, Jun Moyan left the balcony, closed the balcony door, and then placed Wen Xiao’ai on the bed, with a word of caution.

"Wait obediently for me to come back."

Then he left the room.

"Meow~"

No sooner had Jun Moyan left than Wen Xiao’ai jumped down from the bed and followed him.

She thought to herself: You guys are no match for this thing.

Wen Xiao’ai ran downstairs and saw quite a number of people standing outside the villa gate.

The cawing of the crow was occasionally heard.

In midair, the Blood Crow, entangled by dozens of mechanical birds, had just flown up when it was pressed down by those mechanical birds and could not escape.

The wings of those mechanical birds were equipped with devices resembling small rocket launchers.

When the man in white pressed a button, dozens of nets flew out.

But every one of them was dodged by the Blood Crow.

After all, mechanical birds are only machines, and no matter how exquisitely made, they are not as capable as living creatures.

Jun Moyan, tilting his head slightly, watched the aerial battle, holding a pistol, ready to shoot it down at any moment.

The drunkard held his liquor gourd, drinking drunkenly while watching with relish.

Wen Xiao’ai lifted her little paw and in the palm of her paw, there was a faint purple glow.

Her mana had recovered a bit. Although she could not use offensive spells for the time being, she could set up a barrier to stop the Blood Crow.

Only... if the Blood Crow’s master had covered it with his divine consciousness, wouldn’t she expose herself?

There are not many good people in the Demon Realm; if they found out she was by Jun Moyan’s side, they would definitely harm her.

While Wen Xiao’ai was hesitating, the Blood Crow, unexpectedly caught off guard, got netted and fell straight from the sky.

"Yay!" The man in white in the control room cheered with his hands raised.

The crowd sighed with relief.

However, before they could celebrate for two seconds, they saw the crow in the net directly turn into a wisp of black smoke and then just disappear...

Everyone present was stunned, only Wen Xiao’ai was not surprised.

Qing Yi came to his senses, immediately stepped forward to pick up the net from the ground, and turned it over, but there was nothing.

The Blood Crow had indeed disappeared into the black smoke.

Qing Yi was baffled, and so was everyone present.

Even Jun Moyan was taken aback.

What had happened had exceeded their range of acceptance.

The drunkard, leaning against the door, burped, straightened his body, and then went back to Qing Yi’s room.

Leaving the rest still trying to regain their composure...

The drunkard, yawning, went back to Qing Yi’s room, casually closed the door, set the liquor gourd aside, and then went into the bathroom.

He stood in front of the wash basin, looking at his reflection in the mirror...