Cynthia’s Cat

Cyril can move all the objects in the world. With a light tap on his finger, poor Arthur was pinched by the big devil Cyril by his neck. Arthur struggled desperately in Cyril's hands, and he saw Cynthia standing under the stairs calling desperately for help.

"Master Cynthia!!! Save Arthur."

Arthur's expression really seemed to be frightened and didn't want to be fake. Arthur was really not Cyril's pet. She misunderstood Arthur.

Cynthia stopped him aloud, "Cyrill, Arthur is just an ordinary cat, you don't need to dirty your hands, let it go."

Cyril's eyes suddenly became harsh, he looked at the little thing he was struggling desperately in his hand, and looked at Cynthia with a bad look.

"Cynthia, this is your begging attitude? Since Arthur is just an ordinary cat, I want it to be anything."

"Cyril, you!!!"

Cynthia squeezed her hands, and then released her hands, looking at Cyrel with cold eyes, "Say it! Your terms!!"

Cyril suddenly took Arthur to a high place. He looked down at Cynthia with a conspiracy in his eyes, "Cynthia, as long as you catch Arthur, I will let this little guy go."

Cyril flew to a height of 20 meters from the ground. Arthur said that it had lost its supernatural power. If she did not catch Arthur, Arthur might be thrown to death at such a height.

Cynthia looked at Cyril angrily, "Syriel, if you want to kill Arthur, you can do it directly, don't torture Arthur."

Cyril looked at Cynthia wickedly, "You are really cold-blooded. I think this little guy doesn't want to die. He is scared now. Cynthia, this is just a game, as long as you catch Arthur. It will be fine."

Arthur's scared voice became smaller, "Master Cynthia, I...I'm so scared..., woohoo!!!"

She and Arthur spent some time together. Besides being useless and lethargic, Arthur seemed to have no shortcomings? She couldn't really watch Arthur being thrown to death.

With a strange smile on Cyril’s handsome face, it made him look even more cruel. He began to silently recite the countdown, "Cynthia, the game countdown begins, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

Arthur was thrown into the air by Cyril, and Cynthia forced himself to calm down and kept trying to catch Arthur.

Cynthia spread his hands and stood where Arthur had fallen. With a bang, Arthur fell safely into Cynthia's arms.

She stroked Arthur, who was trembling all the time, and comforted the terrified Arthur, "Don't be afraid! It's all right Arthur."

Cynthia looked at Cyril with a gloomy look, "Syriel, you are a lunatic. Didn't you say that you have been lonely all the time? This is your retribution. You will always be alone and never leave the world."

Cyril flashed to Cynthia's side. He grabbed Cynthia's neck and said harshly, "Cynthia, I have tolerated your unreasonableness, but you have been challenging my authority. You really think I don't dare. Crush your soul."

Cyril seemed to use all his strength to strangle Cynthia. The suffocation made it difficult for Cynthia to speak. Cynthia was stunned with a smile at the corner of her eyes. Isn't she really afraid of her soul dissipating?

After death, a person will have a soul. As long as the soul is still there, another appearance and gender can be reborn. The soul is destroyed and everything will disappear.

Just when Cynthia was about to fall into a coma, a force bounced Cyril away, and Cyril looked at the direction of Cynthia's fall in shock. This force was so familiar, it seemed to be the power of the Lord God.