The First Heir

At this time, the little white cat looked at Philip curiously before it jumped from his shoulder to his hand.

It looked at the wound and shook its head, and a puzzled look crossed its eyes. It stuck out its tongue and tentatively licked the wound. In the next second, its eyes lit up as if it had eaten something delicious. It started to frantically lick Philip’s palm.

Philip looked down at the strange touch and was confused by the little white cat’s action.

What was that little thing doing, eating poison?

“What the heck? Don’t poison yourself to death!” Philip exclaimed and tried to push the cat aside, but he was stunned the next second.

He found that his wound had healed and the poison had disappeared completely as if nothing had ever happened before.

“Did the little thing do this?” Philip looked at the little white cat that was still unsatisfied and felt doubtful.

all, even if there was an antidote, it was impossible to recover so

asked the female thief next to him for some poison. Of course, the other party refused to give it to him, but Philip found it and poured it into the little

cat licked its lips after eating and jumped onto Philip’s

that he seemed to have picked up a

under his breath, not paying any attention to the

while, Philip found that the cat was tired, so he stopped and started dozing

was not safe here, and secondly, he was afraid that the thief would run

the token Sophie gave him was or what it represented, but the thief seemed aware, so he had to keep

looked at the body of the rich young

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