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"Oh my! There's a cat over there that's as fat as a balloon!" The fortune-teller widened her eyes and pointed behind Debbie, her face full of surprise.

When Debbie looked back, she saw nothing. When she looked back again, there was no trace of the witch who was pretending to be so pretentious. She ran away. Debbie suddenly realized that she had been tricked, and she quickly ran after her.

"Stop right there! Give me back the money!" Debbie screamed from behind, while the witch ran desperately in front. Debbie saw the fat cat on the witch's shoulder, which was like a bucket, holding on to her shoulder tightly, afraid of being thrown off, so the witch could not increase her speed.

The two of them chased each other, exhausted and out of breath, and finally ran into a dead end!

"You can't run away now!" Debbie shouted triumphantly when she saw that there was no way to go ahead.

"You idiot, why are you running?" The fat black cat grabbed the fortune-teller's ear and yelled.

"If I don't run, am I just waiting for others to catch me?" The black robe slipped off, revealing a young and handsome face.

"It's a talking cat? And a girl? You are not a fortune teller at all!" After seeing the fortune teller's true face, Debbie realized that she had been deceived.

"I said you are a pig, and you are a pig! Did you get the money? Why are you so impatient to run away???" The black cat asked angrily.

"And you, little girl, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? Has your money been cheated away? Why are you chasing after him so desperately?" Black Cat asked Debbie helplessly.

"Yes! I haven't received the money yet! Why am I running?" Doreen suddenly realized that she seemed to have not received the money yet! She couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

"Oh! Right?" Debbie touched her pocket and found that she hadn't paid yet! She felt so wronged that she was out of breath.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so stupid! Black Cat, I messed up again!" Doreen stuck out her tongue and patted her head gently.

"I've told you countless times, please call me Lord Wei Tian!" The black cat raised its chin and ordered arrogantly.

"Okay, Lord Weitian!" Doreen clasped her hands together and bowed respectfully.

"If it weren't for a divine beast like me who came down reluctantly to serve as your substitute, you would have been left dead on the streets. You won't be able to eat today!" The black cat jumped off Doreen's shoulder and walked to Debbie, "Little girl! Hand over the money quickly!"

"You, a fat cat, have learned to rob?" Debbie couldn't help laughing as she watched the black cat, as fat as a bucket, baring its teeth and waving its claws at her.

"Stop talking nonsense! Cats also need to eat!" Wei Tian licked his paws, "Have you ever seen a cat's paw as big as a sandbag? In order to save you from physical pain, hand over the money quickly! Otherwise, you will suffer physical pain."

"Lord Weitian, I'm afraid it's not appropriate to do this! We have agreed before that we must operate legally!" Doreen reminded carefully.

"Legal business? You're so poor that you even use my fallen cat hair to weave socks for your feet!" Wei Tian's face was full of disdain and ridicule.

This...this...isn't this about avoiding waste!" Doreen smiled awkwardly.

"It's rare to see someone with your character! What do you think, little girl?" Wei Tian ignored his main body and asked Debbie arrogantly.

"Meow, come here!" Facing a cat as fat as a bucket that didn't look threatening at all, Debbie squatted down, stroked Weitian's head, and kept imitating the other's meow.

Debbie's behavior instantly angered Wei Tian.