The milk cat was about to vomit. It opened its teeth and claws several times, but there was no substantial attack.

"Yi Miaomiao, be obedient."

"Meow!" What a spicy chicken name!

Qin Yumeng's fair face was covered with a layer of gray.

She was humiliated by this cousin several times.

Absolutely humiliating.

Yi Sihuan added when she was thinking wildly, "The villa has no guests at night, please come back."

Who the **** doesn't keep guests, so the guest room she stayed in before was a ghost!

Qin Yumeng gritted his back molars, "Cousin, Grandpa Yi asked me to stay for dinner."

Yi Sihuan went for a long time, and Yi Lao just went back to his room to rest.

"Oh." Yi Sihuan turned around, "By the way, don't call me cousin, we are not related by blood."

The servant had already prepared his room, and he took Yi Miaomiao upstairs.

Qin Yumeng held back a fire, feeling that he was here to seek guilt.

She clearly wanted to have a good relationship with Yi Sihuan, but every time this man spoke, he was half-hearted.

She angrily sat back on the sofa.

The servants came over occasionally to make tea, and the rest of the time, there was no one in front of her to accompany her.

She looked at the snacks on the table.

Low-level spiritual food, she doesn't want this thing for her!

As soon as Ling Qingxuan came to Ling's house, her status and treatment plummeted.

If she listened to Old Shi's words, she would be kicked out.

Depressed in his heart, Qin Yumeng took out the talisman paper, rubbed three small butterflies in his hand, and let them out before the servants paid attention to her.

She wanted to see what the eldest lady usually does in the villa.

...

In the simple black and white room, Yi Miao meowed and was thrown onto the carpet.

This dead demon hunter can only be so rude.

Yi Sihuan glanced at it, took out the talisman paper, and the talisman paper turned into a small wooden sign in his hand.

He took a pen and wrote on it as he read.

"Name, Yi Miaomiao, age, two hundred and five... Detention, three years."

"Wait!" The milk cat suddenly looked at him fiercely, and finally spit out human words.

The voice was bright and dignified, with a look of justice and awe.

Yi Sihuan made the last stroke, and the wooden sign turned into a ring of bells and hung on the neck of the milk cat.

"Why, stop pretending to be dumb?"

The milk cat's previous behavior was to pretend to be an ordinary cat, but he was forced to speak out by this monster hunter.

What Yi Miaomiao, what 250, this human is definitely scolding it.

"What the **** is this, take it away from this uncle!"

The milk cat Bai Bai's claws pulled several times, strangling himself to death.

It has been in foreign countries for many years and has become the leader of those delicate cats. Which kitten doesn't call it cat master.

It was tired of staying, and followed people back to China. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got off the plane and mixed in the crowd, he was caught by this young and old-fashioned monster hunter.

"Hey! This uncle didn't kill anyone, and he didn't set fire to it, why did you arrest me!"

The cat's paws were tired, and the milk cat was waiting for him angrily.

Yi Sihuan took off his oversized robe, revealing the white shirt underneath.

He looked like a man now, handsome and handsome, his slender fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

"It's a demon, you should catch it."

The milk cat immediately retorted: "What kind of **** is it, what age is it now, you didn't learn it when you were in kindergarten!"

pissed meow!

Its azure blue cat pupils blinked, seeing that the man's button had been untied to the third, and the delicate and strong collarbone was exposed, full of masculinity.

It suddenly froze, and the cat looked at him in shock, "You, you don't want to use me..."

Its own constitution, of course, is clear.

Demon cat, it's rare to see it in a thousand years, and you can't find one in ten thousand.

Such a rare species, the demon hunter must have wanted it.

This, this man wouldn't be thinking this way or that.

The milk cat immediately glanced around, looking for an exit to escape.

Seeing the window open, it ran over with a swish.

There is fresh air and freedom outside, and the past it had hoped for, bumped into a transparent prohibition.

The cat's face will be flattened into Garfield!

It rolled back and lay down at Yi Sihuan's feet.

Looking up, the man's shirt is wide open, and there are eight-pack abs under his strong chest muscles.

The milk cat sucked and slipped, and looked at it blankly.

Then he patted his soft belly.

Depend on.

People are more mad than cats.

The man bent over, and the milk cat struggled, "You, don't come here!"

Rou Hu Hu's neck was held, and the man said with thin lips: "I want you to be my demon servant."

Milk cat: ? ? ?

"Meow!" This uncle refused!

Afterwards, a light flashed in the room, and the two drops of blood and essence melted together, and the contract was signed.

The milk cat, now Yi Miaomiao, with a bitter face, looked at the slowly healing wound between her pink paws.

It, the famous cat uncle of the first generation, was turned into a demon servant by human beings.

The storm weeps!

It was still crying, and was thrown out by the man, "I don't like having demons in the room."

The door slammed shut, and Yi Miaomiao's **** hit the cold floor.

It hurts, it hurts!

It covered its little **** with its cat paws, and a butterfly flew over.

With a cat's nature, it pounced and the butterfly died on its claws.

Bad... bad luck!

Yi Miaomiao threw it away, hissing pain on the cat's paw, it slammed on the door, "Hey, my paw hurts so much, show me!"

There was no sound inside, Yi Miaomiao scratched, and leaned against the door aggrieved.

It tugged at the bell around its neck.

Sighed.

uncomfortable.

Fortunately, only three years, anyway, for the demon, it will be over in one go.

...

cold war.

Bai Su has seen humans do it before.

It imitated the appearance of a human, nestled in its soft bed, and stared straight at Ling Qingxuan on the bed, but did not speak.

The girl leaned against the head of the bed as if she was boneless, with a pair of jade feet exposed outside, small and fair.

Bai Su thought, it's so beautiful, even her toenails and hair are beautiful.

It's a pity, if she was a female fox, she would have to give birth to a fox with her.

Thinking of this, it recalled the breeding incident, and with a cold snort, it deliberately made some noise, but Ling Qingxuan still ignored it.

Those who advocated the Cold War were more uncomfortable than those who were subjected to the Cold War.

I want to hug.

The fox rolled, waiting for the servant who delivered spiritual food at this time of day.

But it waited until the time passed, and no servant came yet.

Um? Its spiritual food!

It wanted to find Aya Qingxuan's theory, but when it thought that they were in a cold war, it held back the words.

When it was time for dinner, it followed.

The dining table has its own small chair, and it sat down in the past, seeing the servant as usual, waiting for Ling Qingxuan to signal what to give it to eat.

But Aya Qingxuan usually waited for it to signal.

Cold war, unable to speak, Bai Su held his breath.

The owner has no eyesight, so he won't give food if he doesn't speak.

anger.

"Woooo, dog man, I hate it to death."

Bai Su was depressed when he heard another voice approaching, the soft milk cat climbed onto the chair and pointed at the fish on the dining table like an uncle.

"If you want to eat that, bring it here."