Chapter 216: Where The Hell Is My Door?!
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I'm Really Not the Demon God's Lackey Chapter 216: Where The Hell Is My Door?!

After releasing a satisfied burp, the white cat leaned over Prima with its mouth wide open and sniffed her. But then, after seemingly verifying something, it shut its mouth with slight dismay.

As it crouched down beside Prima, the white cat shook its head and suddenly realized it had forgotten to give itself eyes.

Pop! Pop! 

Two eyeballs appeared in succession on its round white body and gradually adjusted to resemble normal cat eyes.

The cat bug christened ‘Whitey’ blinked and swung its tail like a whip before 'inserting' it into the pool of blood that had previously splattered onto the ground and sucked it dry.

Since there was no more meat, some soup would suffice…

Prima, who was still lying on the floor, struggled hard to retrieve an antidote hidden among the remaining few bottles of elixirs. Yet before she could even do so, she felt the last slivers of her life slipping away.

She tilted her head slightly, staring in a daze at the white cat before her, whose ‘fur’ glowed faintly like a moonbeam. As the lights in her eyes gradually faded, the corners of her lips raised slightly.

Great, Walpurgis who controls the night… She knew... She's never abandoned us...

In her fuzzy field of view, a blurry figure of a man suddenly appeared on top of the stars in the far corner. As her eyes closed and opened once more, a magnified face she had never seen before now appeared in front of her.

She felt a peculiar sense of affinity from this young, raven-haired and onyx-eyed man, and Prima could swear this wasn't a hallucination caused by imminent death.

She could feel a familiarity that reached the depths of her soul, making her feel as if she had returned back to the warm and reassuring environment of her mother’s womb. This sense of warmth made Prima subconsciously relax.

Before her vision turned completely dark, she could make out the ring sitting on the young man’s pale finger.

“Walpurgis…”

Though the lips of the young lady parted, no sound came out.

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Lin Jie trampled down the stairs, still in his pajamas. At first, he had still been drow

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