"I'm tired, meow, just hurry up and destroy this world."
The little orange cat, with a look of utter despair, sprawled out on top of Liang Yi's head with all four limbs stretched.
At the crucial moment of his emergence, his every word and action represented the Heavenly Dao Laws.
Once called the little orange cat, whether in the past, present, or future, his name could only be the little orange cat.
"Nonsense, meow, what mess are you creating for your lord here?!" The little orange cat, infuriated, crazily smacked at Liang Yi's forehead with his paw.
To think that he, a mighty male cat, would be named Little Orange!!
How is this different from a fearsome man being named "Sweet Flower"?
It's shameful, embarrassingly shameful!
Imagine, when he reigns supreme over the world, sitting at the pinnacle of this world's power controlling the Heavenly Dao, and his subordinates ask how to praise him,
the answer would be: "Little Orange Cat!"
