Ouchi Cat Controlling, starting with the Ten Tiger Forms!

After Deng Weixian's godfather finished speaking, he released his hand holding Deng Weixian.

The moment he was released, Deng Weixian's right hand suddenly retracted.

It was a subconscious reaction based on instinct and was completely out of control.

But Deng Weixian had only reached half of his hand back when he suddenly paused in retracting his hand, and his whole body froze there, motionless.

As the biting pain was weakened, the rationality that had been driven away returned.

Deng Weixian stood up unknowingly, holding the pottery pot weakly with his entire upper body.

His whole body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that the sudden and severe pain he had suffered earlier made him still have lingering fears.

That small clay pot seemed to be connected to the Nine Netherworld. When he put his hand in it, he could feel a chill that pierced his soul, making his soul tremble.

Ice makes the muscles cold and the wind chills the bones.

According to instinct, Deng Weixian naturally wanted to escape from such unbearable pain immediately.

But his return to reason stopped his next actions.

Deng Weixian numbly turned his head and looked at the figure beside him.

His face and figure were shrouded in the shadows under his cloak, and he looked only pitch-black.

But even so, Deng Weixian could still feel two eyes staring at him scorchingly.

"Don't make any noise. Hold on for at least ten breaths. The longer, the better."

The previous words echoed in his mind again like an echo.

At this moment, the coldness in his heart instantly spread throughout his body, making him unable to help but ignore the constant pain in his half-hand that was still in the jar.

Deng Weixian only hesitated for a moment, then firmly inserted his half-withdrawn hand back in.

Not only that, he even kept his other free hand idle and reached into the clay pot.

As Deng Weixian did all this, the bloodshot eyes became even thicker.

The sanity that had just been restored was instantly washed away, revealing all the madness.

"Uh uh uh……"

Deng Weixian had blue veins on his face, his teeth were clenched, and he let out a meaningless growl, like a wild beast fighting for its life.

Seeing such a scene, Li Xuandu, who was peeking in secretly, couldn't help but fall into shock.

Who would have thought that a boy who was only thirteen years old could be so cruel to him.

Li Xuan didn't know what was inside the clay pot, but just based on Deng Weixian's reaction, it was not difficult to see how painful it was to put his hand in.

But Deng Weixian not only did not retreat, he even opened his arms to embrace the pain.

Deng Weixian's immature face continued to twist and deform under the painful torture, and tears began to flow uncontrollably, saliva dripped from his mouth, and he looked so embarrassed that he looked inhuman.

His eyes gradually turned white, and he had persisted for more than ten breaths.

It's just that now he probably doesn't have the strength to take his hand out anymore.

Deng Weixian could no longer hold on, rolled his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

His body collapsed softly, but a slender finger hooked the collar behind him, slowly lifting his body up.

Deng Weixian's body continued to rise, and his hands were slowly lifted out of the clay pot.

At this time, his hand was covered with a layer of sticky dark blue liquid, which was slowly dripping down and dripping back into the clay pot.

"What the hell is this?"

Li Xuan, who was hiding in the dark, widened his cat eyes and kept looking curiously.

But now Deng Weixian was unconscious, and his godfather didn't seem to have the habit of talking to himself or explaining to others, so Li Xuan could only watch anxiously.

Deng Weixian's godfather carried him and patiently waited for the liquid on his hands to dry up.

This process was very fast, because Li Xuan discovered that while the liquid was dripping, it would be quickly absorbed by Deng Weixian's skin.

Especially the palm part is absorbed much faster than the arm part.

But this absorption obviously has a limit. The absorption process was very obvious at first, but then it became slower and slower, and finally even stopped.

Finding that the absorption had stopped, Deng Weixian's godfather stopped waiting and used his other hand to support Deng Weixian's arms, and then moved them downwards. The invisible force directly carried the liquid remaining on his arms, and it fell back to Tao with a swipe. Not a drop is wasted in the jar.

Then he sealed the pot, then brought Deng Weixian and the pot into the room, and came out within a moment.

He didn't stay in the yard for long, and disappeared silently, and the black shadow disappeared along the eaves.

The courtyard was quiet and silent.

Li Xuan was not in a hurry and squatted patiently in the bushes, planning to take a nap first before talking.

There are also late night rules, everyone has to line up and take turns doing things.

This way you can stay organized.

After waiting for more than a quarter of an hour, the figure of the small table appeared in the yard on time, and then walked away in a familiar direction.

From a certain perspective, he is also an outstanding talent who is not inferior to Deng Weixian.

Li Xuan emerged from the bushes, shook his head, and shook off the dead branches and leaves stuck to his body.

He watched the back of the small table disappear in the darkness and couldn't help but shake his head.

If this persistence is used on the right path, the future will be bright.

"Too bad he's a pervert."

Li Xuan no longer thought about the small table and couldn't wait to climb through the window and enter Deng Weixian's room.

He is now extremely skilled in climbing through windows and can do so quietly. He is now a qualified little thief cat.

After entering the room, with his excellent night vision ability, he clearly saw Deng Weixian on the bed.

After going through all the previous troubles, Deng Weixian's breathing was particularly deep at this time. Even if Li Xuan demolished the house in front of him, he wouldn't be able to wake him up.

Li Xuan did not rush to find the traces of the pottery pot, but first went to check Deng Weixian's current state.

Deng Weixian's clothes were soaked through, and although he was asleep, his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"There is no problem with breathing, heartbeat and pulse, and he seems not as weak as before."

Li Xuan put his ear against his body and checked his body.

The little paws are still touching here and there.

It turned out that his arms were completely cold, and his palms were like two lumps of ice.

And Li Xuan found that the originally red blood streaks in his palms turned blue.

Not only that, the blue blood threads were slowly spreading on their own, seeming to penetrate the veins on his palms.

Apart from this, there were no other changes in Deng Weixian.

"There seems to be no problem."

Li Xuan felt relieved and continued to check the room, but at a glance he saw the clay pot on the table.

The clay pot was placed there neatly and elegantly, and it was extremely conspicuous.

Apparently Deng Weixian's godfather placed the clay pot here so that Deng Weixian could see it as soon as he woke up.

This saves Li Xuan the effort of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

He quickly jumped on the table, stood up and opened the lid of the clay pot.

As the lid was lifted, a strong fragrance hit the tip of his nose, and Li Xuan couldn't help but take a deep breath, showing his intoxication.

"It smells so good."

He couldn't help but take two more puffs, and then put his head into the jar to look.

I saw that the jar was filled with dark blue liquid, which was quietly exuding a chilling air.

Li Xuan silently raised a paw, and couldn't help but nervously licked the dry and tender tip of his nose.

He clearly remembered Deng Weixian's embarrassed appearance before, so he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when it was his turn.

But Deng Weixian gritted his teeth and endured it, and he had no reason to back down.

Li Xuan prepared himself mentally and slowly stretched out a paw.

His arms were short and he could only put his paws in in turns.

If you put both paws in at the same time, it is easy to fall directly into the clay pot.

Then the fun will be great.

The little cat's paws curled up into a ball and tremblingly reached down, getting closer and closer to the liquid in the clay pot.

"hiss--"

The moment the two came into contact, Li Xuan gasped, his eyes widened subconsciously, and only one thought flashed through his mind.

"It seems a little cold."