Old Porridge floated down the stairs unhappily.

Xining was furious: "Hurry up, haven't you seen your kind suffering?" Even if you are dead, you were once a living cat, so you must not forget your original intention. ”

When the Grim Reaper heard this, he almost didn't laugh.

Xining glanced at death, porridge lazily barked at the cat in the box, and after watching the cat's reaction, he nodded at Xining.

As soon as Death's hand reached to the side, a large black scythe appeared in his hand.

If you hadn't seen the god of war and the goddess of the hunt wearing armor, you would have been amazed at how she could conjure up such a big scythe. But thousands of years ago, even tens of thousands of years ago, the Protoss had this kind of dark technology that is currently surprising.

With a shake of Death's hand, the big scythe turned into a small scythe, and he crouched down, and gently touched the top of the dying kitten's head with a miniature version of the small scythe that was only the size of an ordinary scythe compared to the arrogant scythe that was two meters long.

A wisp of soul emerged from the top of the kitten's head, and the soul was very fragile and faint, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any moment. The Grim Reaper pinched the soul's neck, like pinching a living cat, looking at the porridge.

Porridge didn't make a sound.

Beings who are slaughtered will have resentment. If the resentment is too heavy, an evil spirit will be formed, which will follow the perpetrator, constantly absorb the resentment of the animal that is being abused and killed, feed on the resentment, and finally become powerful. When it reaches a certain level, it will make the perpetrator constantly unlucky. Even if the evil obstacles created by the perpetrator make it impossible for the evil spirit to take revenge, when the perpetrator dies, he will see the injustice he has sown.

Porridge is an evil spirit, it is absorbing the resentment of hundreds of cats in J.

A pact was made with Porridge, and if the cat voluntarily turned into an evil spirit, then Porridge would bark. If you don't want to, the cat doesn't have any resentment, so it doesn't bark.

It seems that the cat should have been accidentally crossing the road by himself and was hit by a car. Unlike the above, it is deliberate, but the cat has a grudge and is willing to use the few remaining lives to get rid of the pain as soon as possible, turn into evil spirits, and begin to pester those humans who have harmed them.

Death let go of his hand: "Go ahead." ”

The cat floated in mid-air, waved at them like a beckoning cat, and then flew away at the cattery instead of drifting away.

"Meow, meow~" A cat over there barked.

By the way, there is a female cat waiting to give birth, shouldn't it be reincarnated?

Xining hurriedly ran over, and sure enough, it was the cat who called.

Rolled his eyes and shouted to the back: "Porridge, watch here, something called me." ”

It's all stray cats, and when this cat came with a big belly, there were two three-month-old kittens by his side, and the kittens had been adopted. So this cat has production experience, and it needs to be sent to watch it.

Porridge squealed weakly. What attitude?!

Walking inside, the Grim Reaper called out to her, "Xining." ”

"Huh? Aha~" She yawned and wanted to hurry back and continue to sleep beautifully.

Death reminded: "Porridge work is unpaid." ”

Xining looked at him like this: "Could it be that I can get paid for the work I did just now?" "All the vitality is what you use as performance, has my sister taken benefits?

The Grim Reaper was very serious and sincere: "I also want to give you a little, but you also know that these cats are coming to the end of their lifespan and have little vitality. I also have to pay electricity bills and various expenses. It takes effort to go out and work......"

"That's it! Stop it. Xining made a stop action, her good feeling was interrupted, she was very unhappy, and she talked about money with her, is it great to be poor: "Just treat me as a philanthropist, and give it to you, otherwise you will discuss it with porridge in the future." ”

After speaking, he picked up the silk nightdress and went upstairs.

I went into the bedroom, walked to the window, and looked down. Porridge was still squatting in front of the cubicle of the female cat to be born, and under the dim street lamp, the little figure was a little lonely, pitiful, and helpless.

Although Porridge was not happy, she still listened to her words, and these things were all good things.

It's pitiful to think about Porridge's life experience, he met such a demon master at a young age, and he lost his life, or died tragically.

Xining opened the window a crack, and with a flick of her fingers, a small stream of faith power floated over and was injected into the porridge.

Porridge, who was originally unable to keep his spirits up and was bored and drowsy, suddenly turned his head to look at the window.

Xining closed the window directly, turned off the light when he went back, and went to bed.

I woke up the next day and chose a set of clothes and went downstairs. When she walked up the stairs, she heard the melodious music downstairs, which was her favorite song at this stage.

A few more bars down, I smelled the fragrance.

The Grim Reaper is cooking with his sleeves rolled up, and he doesn't know what to fry in the pan. Seeing her go downstairs, her nose twitched: "Awake? Sit down, and you'll be able to eat in no time. ”

The Protoss is different from mortals, and they can't die without eating. Eat a meal every night to fill your mouth, and the energy of the food can also reduce the consumption of faith power a little.

I've never eaten breakfast, how did I start breakfast, and what kind of wind did I smoke today?

She sat down at the table suspiciously, and the porridge came, and she looked cute with a plate in her mouth and a lively expression.

Glaring at Porridge, he placed the plate in front of her, then went to pick up another plate and placed it opposite her, where Death had done. I didn't forget to put down another one, and squatted in front of the dinner plate.

Is this a cutlery arrangement? Xining picked up the dinner plate placed in front of him, and looked closer with his nose and eyes, there would be no saliva, cat hair or anything.

When the Grim Reaper was cooked, he brought two plates and placed them on the plate in front of her and the porridge, and then went to serve his own.

Plates on top of each other, making it look like eating a French meal. On top is a piece of fried steak. Next to it is a loaf of bread with some jam.

No coffee? Well, don't be picky and go clubbing yourself after eating.

Hienin cut a small piece and put it in her mouth. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, the beef was delicious, and it also carried an aura that could increase his strength.

She turned to the food next to her, picked up a slice of bread, smeared it with some jam with a knife, and took a bite of it, um~, delicious. Exceptionally sweet, the jam should be applesauce.

While eating, Xining said: "The beef should be a sacred cow, which cow you stole must not be the king of Zeus and Apollo, their cattle can't be eaten." This bread and applesauce should also be in the divine realm, right? ”

The porridge next to it was so much that it couldn't raise its head, and although the Grim Reaper didn't give it a whole piece of beef, he used the oil left over from the fried steak to fry some meat foam.

Death ate slowly: "It's a sacred cow, but it's not stolen." It was given to me by Hades, and Hades got it from the god Zeus. This is Apollo's cow, kicked to death by Apollo's kangaroo. ”

"What?" Xining was stunned: "Kicked to death by the little guy?" ”