Peerless Immortal Surrounded by Demonic Disciples

The kitten whimpered, shook the water on her body, and jumped onto Jiang Yinghe's knee.

But there are still some drops of water on its body that are still wet to the touch. Jiang Yinghe took out a dense soft towel, half-wrapped the body of the long-haired cat, and asked as he wiped it dry, "Where is your master?"

This kind of new cats are often raised by the demon clan by their side. They are not sisters and brothers in the same litter, or the child brides-in-law they brought. Jiang Yinghe learned from others when he was at the frontier of Ten Thousand Monsters, and he also guessed why it threw on himself.

After all, he now looks very much like a senior demon clan, or a herbivore with very weak aggressiveness.

The cat's big tail was a little gray, and he rolled around his wrist, rubbing it against his slender wrist. The little paw moved forward slowly, pressing against Jiang Yinghe's arm and acting like a baby.

"Meow--"

Jiang Yinghe entangled the cat. After wiping the water off his body, he couldn't help but reached out his hand against the kitten's chin, rubbed and rubbed on the plush for a while, and saw the cat leaning up comfortably. beginning.

You can actually see a live kitten in a place like Netherworld. Thinking about it like this... I am afraid that there are many monster races entering the Netherworld, and Chang Ye should be a little anxious.

Jiang Yinghe made a rough estimate, and decided to let him go in a hurry. That little **** would lie and deceive people the most. Chu Chu's pity is all pretending, and he would only come to act like a coquettish on the basis of his own good looks, not as cute as a kitten.

And he is also assisting Qin Jun in repairing the Styx, and he should take this matter as a priority. If the head brother really can’t find Junior Xiaoyun, it’s not too late to go to the Demon Race to find someone...

Just when Jiang Yinghe was slightly distracted, a small barbed tongue licked his fingertips. He turned his head and saw that the kitten's pink tongue was covered with soft spines, and the carnivore traits were all visible.

Its velvety brain broadened into Jiang Yinghe's palms, his paws pressed his fingers, then looked up at him tentatively, and licked again with his tongue.

...What a little coquettish.

Jiang Yinghe inexplicably saw the shadow of Chang Ye from its body. While dismissing the big coquettish, he picked up the cat, rubbed its face, and joked: "Are you a cat that can be touched by food? "

Mao Mao was stunned for a moment, and then quickly nodded.

Jiang Yinghe: "...cough, it looks a little casual."

He took out a small fruit full of spiritual energy from the storage instrument and handed it to the kitten’s mouth.

He cooperated very well, grabbed his hand and bit the little fruit, while chewing and staring at him intently.

Jiang Yinghe gave the prostitute, satisfied, and continued to rua the other's fluffy head, teasing him: "Is your master not wanting you because you are too clingy?"

The kitty didn't move at first, but suddenly a little sad after a while, lay down in Jiang Yinghe's arms and nodded.

Would such a beautiful cat be abandoned? Jiang Yinghe was a little surprised, thinking for a moment before he said: "Then... I adopt you?"

There is really nothing to eat in a place like the Netherworld. Even if there are fish under the Styx, it is an undead fish of indescribable size and indescribable appearance. It is not suitable for a psychic and intelligent kitten to live alone.

Jiang Yinghe persuaded himself with justification and evidence, stretched out his hand and said: "If you are willing, give me claws."

Before he could finish speaking, the pink cat's paw snapped up, as if afraid that he would run away, it suddenly jumped up and fluttered at his face, making his face fluffy.

Jiang Yinghe was surrounded by fur and could hardly breathe. He slowly hugged the little ancestor down and said, "Okay, don't make trouble, I think about how to raise a cat."

His long-standing memories of the earth surfaced silently, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "Deworming, vaccines... and, uh..."

Jiang Yinghe looked at the meowing kitten and said cautiously, "...Sterilization?"

The next moment, the cat who was happily stiffened all over, slowly backed up a few steps, and then jumped under the table when he brushed the floor.

Just as Jiang Yinghe wanted to retrieve it, he grabbed his clothes and looked at it with tears in his eyes, his heart suddenly softened, and he coaxed: "Okay, don't sterilize, you are quiet."

The kitten looked at him for a while, then gently let go of his paw, and got into Jiang Yinghe's arms peacefully.

The painting boat floats naturally on the water.

The sky is getting darker, and the water is turbulent. When Qin Jun entered the painting boat, he saw such a picture.

The table is covered with paper, and it is full of fine handwriting, written on the plan and required materials for the restoration of the Styx. Jiang Yinghe's biological clock is better than day and night, and he fell asleep at the case.

He was wearing a plain white robe, his sleeves slid back a few inches, revealing his slender wrists. The long black hair fell down and snaked across his shoulders. In the arms of the master, a white long-haired cat fell asleep on its stomach, shaking its ears and moving a little when Qin Jun stepped into the painting boat.

Qin Jun glanced at the cat and walked over to

The drape untied, and gently draped it on Jiang Yinghe's shoulder. Then he pulled the cat in his arms by the nape of his arms, walked out of the boat, and parked on the stern of the boat.

Qin Jun threw the little white cat towards the stern of the boat, watched him sit down, and sneered: "This appearance can also be shown, San'er, are you still shameless?"

They are all foxes for thousands of years. What do you play here?

The kitten lightly landed on the stern of the boat, shook his tail, and said lazily: "Isn't there no two or three sons from Brother Qin. Can I sleep with the master if I want a face? If it can't, then I don't want it."

"Master doesn't want to see you." Qin Jun said with a cold tone, "You clamped the tail to me, don't make him angry. And... don't let Li Huanhan find it."

Long Night still makes sense, Li Huanhan's brain is abnormal, and 80% of them are unreasonable.

"Oh, I know." The white cat shook his tail, "You are not good enough, even Tibetans are so obvious."

"It's not time you lost someone and rolled over to find me." Qin Jun said sarcastically.

Chang Ye glanced at him displeasedly: "Who knows that our senior brother Li is so costly. Putting a magic weapon that can estimate the position on the master, but don't worry, if he really finds it, it is also in my plan."

"……How to say?"

"Hey, Brother Li is a dull lunatic. It's good if he doesn't cut off the relationship between the teacher and the apprentice. What are you afraid of?" The little white cat licked his paw and swayed on the catwalk into the painting boat. "Senior Brother Qin, don't work on me. I'm just a cat."

Qin Jun felt that his temples were suddenly jumping with anger. Just about to catch the green tea cat back, he heard Jiang Yinghe's gentle voice.

"Jun'er?"

He changed his breath, followed Long Ye into the painting boat, and said to the master as usual, "Wake you up?"

"No." Jiang Yinghe didn't expect that he would suddenly fall asleep. He took off his cloak and handed it to Qin Jun, saying, "I woke up by myself."

He lowered his head and watched the kitten he had just adopted rubbing around the hem of his clothes, then raised his hand and took the kitten into his arms, only to realize that Qin Jun had been staring at the white cat in his arms.

Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment, feeling that it is human nature to like soft-haired cute creatures, so he asked, "...Do you want to touch it too?"

How could Qin Jun want to touch this natural little green tea? He raised his head, his tone was indescribable: "Master, did this cat take a name?"

"Not yet." Jiang Yinghe said, "It's called Baibai? Would you take one?"

Qin Jun glanced at it, smiled slightly, and said, "An inferior name is good to feed, so let's call it Cuihua."

Jiang Yinghe: "...Huh?"

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Chang Ye never imagined that he would be called Cuihua one day.

That dog, Qin Jun, took Master to chat for half a candle, and he was so bewildered that he really confirmed the title.

This dilutes his even the joy of returning to Master.

... It really is a dog thing.

Chang Ye's teeth are itchy with hate. If it weren't for self-positioning as a cute, cute, sensible and polite kitty, he would probably go up and tear Qin Jun.

But the only comfort is that Qin Jun has to leave when he comes to see him, and he has to keep a safe distance from the master, and the little cat in the long night can sleep in the painting boat. Victory comes so suddenly, except for this name and Qin Jun's before leaving. Apart from the threat of the eyes, everything looks very beautiful.

The affairs of withdrawing the wandering spirits and evil spirits are carried out together with the restoration of the Styx. Qin Jun had to return to the Nether Palace to make arrangements. Long Ye is not afraid that the other party will expose him, they are half a cat, who is noble than whom?

He stayed with the master, so happy that he stepped on the milk.

The little white cat lay in Jiang Yinghe's arms, rubbing his hand, and heard the gentle voice of the master.

"Lingzhi is first opened, and it is better to rest." Jiang Yinghe rubbed its ears, hesitated for a moment, still did not say its name. "Don't bother me in the middle of the night."

Although the distinction between day and night in the Netherworld was too unclear, Jiang Yinghe believed it could distinguish it, so he went back to the Huafang soft couch, untied his robe, and continued to sleep.

The surroundings are quiet, and even the souls under the Styx are extremely silent. The little white cat tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then reached out a claw and touched him. When he was sure that the master was asleep, he took the claw back.

The candlelight reflected on Mao Mao's figure, making his figure bigger and bigger.

Originally only a normal cat-sized creature, slowly loosened its confinement. After only a few layers were released, it grew to the size of an adult tiger. It was covered with soft and fluffy fur, and its tail was thick, strong and soft, and could be easily carried out. The ground circumscribes a person's waist.

The originally small meat pad slowly opened, and the inner hook was sharp, revealing the tip of the beast's iceberg. Chang Ye cautiously leaned over, leaning on the side to look at him, his fluffy tail sprang up without authorization, and rubbed Saojiang Yinghe's waist sweetly.

Chang Ye raised his paw and touched the saliva that did not flow out, his barbed tongue stretched out and licked his paw, holding it down and condensed from the side.

Depending on.

Afterwards, Jiang Yinghe seemed to feel a little comfortable being rubbed against, turned around and buried it in a large piece of plush, and hugged the fierce beast beside him like a pillow.

...The peak of the demon life.

Chang Ye was a little nervous, and he stuck out his tongue again and licked Jiang Yinghe's long white ears.

The fluff of rabbit ears was licked and wet and shook softly.

Chang Ye stared at the pair of ears, thinking that the rabbit monster hadn't seen him before, but he was like Master... He thought the blood bar thick enough to have three to five tubes fell madly down, leaving only a layer of blood. The skin is struggling.

... Self-inflicted, all self-inflicted, but it is really fragrant...

Chang Ye swallowed, feeling Jiang Yinghe a little away from his fluffy room, and whispered: "Don't lick...sleep."

As he said, he closed his eyes and raised his hand to pat the soft fur beside his hand. He felt that the kitten had been soothed and then went on to sleep. He didn't notice anything wrong with the looped tail.

Jiang Yinghe's voice has always been nice, but it sounds better when half-dreaming and half-awake. The little bit of self-control in the long night is going to be eaten by the dog, but he is afraid to wake him, afraid that he will not want him when he realizes that he is not a real kitty.

Chang Ye lay aggrieved aggrievedly, circled the master, and then lowered his head to his side, the tail that could not control him still rubbing back and forth sticky.

So that night, Jiang Yinghe had a dream.

Ashamed, it's still a dream with a little color.

He dreamed that he had raised a cat, but the cat seemed to have lost his body control. The bigger and bigger he grew, the bigger the problem was, because of the habit he developed since childhood, cats lick every day before going to bed. he.

...It's dead.

If it hadn't been for the barbs on the tongue that had fallen down, it would have cost him half of his life after licking it. Jiang Yinghe choked silently at the cat, and the areas he licked red were one after another, as if a fierce war had been waged.

It's too hard.

When Jiang Yinghe woke up, he was thinking about himself blankly in his mind-a thousand years of being single with no desires, no emotional roots and slow response, that's all, why come to such a place and think so quickly?

No, he has three stable views of Zheng Miaohong, how can he feel that a little cat has a bad idea about himself?

While correcting his thoughts, Jiang Yinghe washed and changed his clothes, calculating in his mind how long it would take to complete the restoration and continue the Styx. He could go back to Penglai, or go directly to the Yaozu to find Master Xiaoyun.

younger brother……

As he was thinking about changing his clothes, seeing his appearance reflected in the mirror in front of him, his usual shy bunny ears drooped even more this time.

I didn't see him overnight and felt like a lop-eared rabbit...No, he was not a rabbit.

Jiang Yinghe approached in surprise, and reached out his hand to touch the rabbit ears on his head-the timeliness of the residual medicinal effect has passed, but there is nothing that can't be touched.

The tip of the ear is a little red...

The other creature in the painting is the cat named Cuihua. Jiang Yinghe reasonably suspected that this little ancestor used this little decoration he couldn't get as a funny cat while he was sleeping.

He turned his head, and just about to give a serious reprimand, he saw the little white cat working hard to raise his claws, lick his fur, then glanced at him with a grieving look, and licked...

hiss.

Barb.

Jiang Yinghe's mind came up with the words "Why do the places that are so pink and tender look so hideous after they have barbs?" He felt that his icy and clean body and mind were completely contaminated.

He drew his gaze back, thinking in confusion that it was a little male cat.

Jiang Yinghe was really curious and couldn't be distracted. Finally, he turned his gaze back, walked to the cat, lowered his body, stretched out his hand and patted the cat's head, and said thoughtfully: "It hurts to look at it, no wonder you look for it. Not the little cat..."

In the next instant, the white cat's movements... froze visibly.

The author has something to say: Chang Ye: Will Master be my cat's fiancee? (I wanted to say that the little cat was afraid that the women in the comment area were driving too fast, so she had to be euphemistic.)