"Yan Huan!"
"..."
At this moment, the white cat in the media room lay on the ground, its body full of cracks. Upon closer inspection, its tightly shut eyes and the slight convulsions of its body suggested it was enduring some extreme pain.
Both the past version of the black cat Meow and the one within Yan Huan's mind expressed concern.
However, the Meow in front of him made no extra movements. The whole cat was uncontrollably dragged up and flown towards a particular direction,
"Meow?"
It turned out that past Yan Huan had run out to chase Bai Yi, and as Meow's avatar, it could not be more than 15 meters away from him, so it had to leave.
But Yan Huan's avatar, Yan Ye, was not Bai Yi's true modifier avatar, so he could ignore this rule.
"Yan Huan, are you okay, meow?"
Right now, he was just in severe discomfort.
A sharp pain, as if from the depths of his soul, made him grit his teeth in agony, as if his memories, along with his body, were about to shatter into pieces.
