After the stupid cat beauty becomes an infinite NPC

Firsius: "How many words have you remembered?"

Lin Mo froze immediately and covered himself with his small wings under Firsius's sight.

He didn't remember a word of it.

It feels like those words that resemble tadpoles twisting their tails all look the same.

The little bat said weakly, "I'm blind."

Firsius:…………

"Go back, don't forget that tomorrow night is the day to choose the blood servant."

He lowered his eyes and stared at the little bat: "You will be a hundred years old soon. If you don't suck blood, do you think you won't be able to transform into a human form in the future?"

Lin Mo didn't know there was such a thing, but he still wanted to become a human.

Now that I am too young, many things are inconvenient.

And he wants to eat meat.

"I see."

After finishing speaking, the two brothers fell silent.

"not going back?"

Lin Mo looked at him eagerly: "Should I go back by myself?"

Firsius leaned back slightly and crossed his arms to look at him: "What else?"

The little bat pinched his paws and said, "Can you, can you ask the housekeeper to take me back?"

"The housekeeper is busy now and has no time."

"then you……"

Lin Mo glanced at Firsius timidly, not having the courage to say what he wanted him to say to him in his eyes.

"I...I'll learn the words for a while longer."

The corners of Firsius's mouth raised slightly: "You can do whatever you want."

After that, he ignored him and Firsius was writing something with his quill.

Lin Mo stood on the book and glanced at him. The writing was quite beautiful.

He sat with his two little feet spread apart on the page, his two little paws holding the chubby cheeks on his fat face, and his big eyes staring at the words on the page in worry.

It made him feel dizzy.

I don’t know when the housekeeper will be finished.

He can't fly back.

I haven't learned it yet, but it will hurt to death when it flies up and falls down later.

The squeamish Lin Xiaomao didn't want to be hurt by the fall.

But sitting there is boring.

He glanced at Firsius secretly, then ran around on the table with his little feet and started exploring. '

Firsius's desk is neatly tidied, and his study is very large, with a wall of bookshelves.

The bookshelf is also filled with books, which look neat at first glance.

Apart from some written papers and stacked books, the only things left on the table were quills and ink.

In addition to black ink there is also red ink.

It still tastes a bit fragrant.

Lin Mo ran over, a little curious about the quill.

He grabbed the quill in the ink bottle with his two paws and began to pull it out.

Although he is a bat now, his inner soul is still that of a cat. How could a cat resist the temptation of a quill?

With his efforts, he finally pulled out the quill.

The little paws tugged at the hair on it, and the ink got onto the table.

There was a large stack of books covering it here, so Lin Mo's brother, who was concentrating on writing, probably didn't notice it.

But I was scared, so after playing for a while I wanted to put the quill back.

It's sad to find out that I can't go back after I got it.

Little Bat quickly left the scene of the crime with a guilty conscience, hoping that his brother would find out later that he still had a chance to escape.

At this moment, a certain little bat didn't realize that his feet were dyed black with ink. He escaped step by step and left the evidence directly at the scene of the crime.

233: His host is still so stupid.

That's why I have a smarter mouth when we quarrel.

But it seems that his mouth has nothing to do with his brain.

Lin Xiaomo was discovered as soon as he ran out.

Firsius held the quill between his fingers, and the tip of the feather poked his belly.

"What bad thing did you do?"

His eyes glanced behind him.

Lin Mo stabilized his small body and tried to lie: "I didn't."

Firsius poked his belly: "Not only can you not lie, but you have left such obvious evidence. My dear brother, how can you be so stupid?"

Lin Mo followed his line of sight and turned his head.

His eyes went dark and he pretended to be dead.

Why is he so weak that he has to pick up the quill!

Firsius glanced at a certain little one lying around pretending to be dead: "Don't eat today's dinner, just go hungry."

Lin Mo stood up fussing again and stuffed his chubby self into his hand.

"Brother, I know I was wrong. I'll clean up there myself, okay? We still need to eat dinner. Such a little one will starve if he doesn't eat."

Now he only eats some fruits. If he doesn't eat them anymore, he will lose his temper.

"see your performance."

Lin Mo used all his strength to squeeze his entire dumpling into the palm of Firsius's hand, and then left to clean up.

Firsius was slightly stunned by his actions, looked down at his hands and smiled. This younger brother is really... different.

He took the tissue handed to him by Firsius and folded it into a square shape. He pressed his front paws on his butt and pushed his hind legs up to work.

Firsius folded his arms and leaned on the bookshelf gracefully and read for a while.

Then he asked the servant to bring him a cup of coffee, and he sat on the chair and drank it slowly.

The coffee tasted so fragrant that Lin Mo's little nose twitched and his mouth watered.

While he was working, his little eyes looked eagerly at Firsius.

The word "want to drink" is written in my eyes.

Lin Mo felt aggrieved, why is this ink so stubborn!

The black ink was absorbed by the paper towel and eventually left some marks on the table.

Especially his foot prints, which cannot be wiped clean.

The little bat drooped its head, and its fur was dyed black.

"Brother, I can't wipe it clean."

His tone was pitiful: "I'm not lazy."

Firsius didn't embarrass him at all: "Okay, I'll let the servants take care of it."

Lin Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing that he didn't blame him, he became bolder and got closer to him.

"Brother, what are you drinking? It smells so good."

Firsius glanced at him lightly: "Want to drink?"

Lin Mo nodded his head shyly, his voice soft and coquettish.

"There's a little bit of it."

Firsius raised his eyebrows slightly, took some out of a small porcelain cup and handed it to him.

"Try it."

The cup was small in Firsius's hands, but it was not too small for Lin Mo.

He had to stand up on tiptoes, almost hanging on the cup.

Then he stuck out his little pink tongue and took a lick.

This bite almost didn't give him away.

His little furry face was wrinkled in pain, and he didn't dare to put his tongue back into his mouth. He held it with his two paws and played with it.

"It's so hard, so hard."

It smells so good, and it tastes good when I drink it. Why is it so bitter?

Seeing the 'suffering' little bat, Firsius felt particularly good.

Lin Mo turned his back angrily when he heard his laughter. This man was so mean on purpose!

"You didn't add sugar cubes and milk, so of course it's bitter." After laughing enough, he explained to the little bat leisurely.