Meow Patriarch's Daily Life [Transmigration Book]

The little naughty meow Xuetuan raised his head and said "meow": "Xuan Ming, take off your pants!"

Xuan Ming opened the stopper of the small porcelain bottle and sniffed gently, and understood what the small porcelain bottle Xie Miaomiao put in front of him was.

This is a bottle of high-quality wound medicine, it should be made of the highest quality fairy flower spirit grass.

Although the trauma on my body was serious, it would probably be almost healed if I put it on overnight.

Not knowing where Xuetuan found such a good wound medicine, Xuan Ming looked down at Xuetuan, and couldn't help being very curious about the origin and strength of this white cat.

Seeing that Xuan Ming still hadn't taken off his pants, Xie Miaomiao became upset, and patted Xuan Ming's belt vigorously.

"Meow, meow, meow." Children should listen to Master Meow!Take off your pants!

When the cat's paw went to pat the trouser belt, it inadvertently gently touched the person's stomach, scratching Xuan Ming's whole body crispy and itchy.

Xuan Ming understood the meaning of the cat, grabbed the cat's paw, hugged Xie Miaomiao to the pillow and put it down, and said softly: "Okay, sit here and don't move."

Xie Miaomiao leaned on the pillow and blinked, watching the white and clean young man kneeling up in front of him, he had already taken the initiative to untie his belt, revealing a section of snow-white skin.

Xie Miaomiao couldn't sit still, she flicked her tail, jumped up and ran to Xuan Ming's back to look.

Good guy!The two buttocks were horrible, and the blood was congealed into dark red, which was shocking to watch.

"Meow, meow, meow." Don't move around here, I'll buy you some oranges.Oh no, find a clean towel to wipe you off.

Xie Miaomiao looked around, and picked up a clean towel from Xuanming's washstand.With a towel in his mouth, he jumped onto the table.

Xie Miaomiao spread out the towel on the table.He kept pressing the lid of the kettle with his paw, and supported the bottom of the kettle with one paw, and poured the tea on the towel.

After wetting the towel, Xie Miaomiao jumped onto Xuan Ming's calf with the wet towel in his mouth.

Xie Miaomiao raised her paw and pressed Xuan Ming's waist, trying to make him lie down.

"Xuetuan, I'll do it myself." Xuan Ming stretched out his hand and pulled the towel in Xie Miaomiao's mouth.Didn't move.

Xie Miaomiao bit the towel in her mouth tightly, raised her head and glared at Xuan Ming: Let me go!

Xuanming had no choice but to let go, and under Xie Miaomiao's lustful power, he had to lie down obediently under its claws, oh no, under the cat's claws.

Xie Miaomiao held the towel in her mouth, and first carefully wiped off the blood clinging to the skin next to the wound.

While cleaning Xuan Ming's wound with the towel in his mouth, Xie Miaomiao sighed, it's better to be a human being.With two hands and ten fingers, it is very convenient to do things.

Now Xie Miaomiao, who is a cat, can't hold the towel with his paws, and has to wipe his ass with the towel in his mouth.

Fortunately, Xuan Ming's butt is delicious.

Eh?Why does this focus sound so wrong!

Xie Miaomiao quickly put away her crooked thoughts and concentrated on wiping Xuan Ming's wound clean.

The cleaning was almost done, Xie Miaomiao took the towel and threw it into the trash can in the corner.He jumped back on the bed again and patted the small porcelain bottle on the bed with his paw.

"Meow." Open the bottle.

Xuan Ming obeyed the order and opened the cork, and said to Xie Miaomiao, "I'll do it myself."

"Meow." Xie Miaomiao pressed the bottle cap, and gave Xuan Ming a fierce look.

Then, Xie Miaomiao, the playwright, spread out one paw, pointed to the porcelain bottle with the other paw, and then pointed to the cat paw she spread out, and made a gesture of pouring the medicine powder on the paw.

What Xuetuan meant was to pour the medicine powder on its cat's paws.

Xuan Ming smiled helplessly, held up the small porcelain bottle, carefully poured the medicine powder with downcast eyes on Xie Miaomiao's pink plum blossom pad.

Xie Miaomiao carefully held a little bit of the powder, and gently pressed her paw on a piece of blood.

This kind of topical medicine needs to be rubbed into the wound to dissolve the congestion so that it can heal quickly.

Xie Miaomiao opened her paw, and sprinkled all the medicine powder in the gap between the cat's paw on the bruise.Then, carefully raised the cat's paw, and gently rubbed it on the bruise.

Xuan Ming trembled, bit his lip quickly, and didn't say a word.

Xie Miaomiao's fluffy body was lying on Xuanming's lap, two cat paws just enough to reach his buttocks, gently circling the wound on Xuanming's buttocks, carefully rubbing the medicine powder into the wound.

A group of soft and furry little things rubbed back and forth between the bare legs, the most sensitive part, Xuan Ming's hands clenched the bed sheet under him tightly.

Xie Miaomiao didn't feel that there was any ambiguity between himself and Xuan Ming's behavior.

From the perspective of age, I am 22 years old, and Xuan Ming is only 15 years old, a little kid, so it should be taken care of as a little brother.

From the perspective of the species, he is a human being, and he is now a meow. Humans and cats are different, so rubbing his ass is fine.

After Xie Miaomiao kneaded all the powder into it, she jumped off Xuan Ming's lap.According to the previous appearance, he stood up on his hind legs and spread out two small paws to Xuanming.

The white cat's fluffy belly was facing Xuan Ming, spreading its paws like a beggar, begging for something, really cute and funny.

Xuan Ming smiled, poured the medicine powder on Xie Miaomiao's cat paw, and said softly, "Thank you Xuetuan."

Xie Miaomiao was greatly affirmed by Xuan Ming, and hurriedly jumped onto Xuan Ming's thigh with the medicine powder in his hands, rubbing and rubbing his wound with a small meat pad.

Xie Miaomiao tirelessly asked Xuan Ming to pour medicine powder into his paws, and then jumped onto his thighs to rub and rub him, repeated more than a dozen times, and finally healed all the injuries on Xuan Ming's buttocks.

Xuan Ming lifted his pants, hugged Xie Miaomiao, and pressed them tightly in his arms.

"Meow, meow, meow...meow." Xie Miaomiao flicked her tail, and let out a cat meow in Xuan Ming's arms: Xuan Ming, it's getting late, sleep and sleep... sleepy.

"Xuetuan, thank you very much." Xuan Ming bowed his head and kissed Xie Miaomiao's little furry head.

Xie Miaomiao's little head was in a daze.

What?Xuan Ming, he kissed me?He kissed my head?

Xie Miaomiao hadn't figured out why she was somehow taken advantage of by others, and was hugged by Xuan Ming and lay on the bed.

Xie Miaomiao was very tired, a fluffy cat's head emerged from Xuanming's arms, leaned against his warm chest, and was picked up by Zhou Gong back to his hometown after a while.

Xuan Ming lay on the bed with his eyes open, and couldn't help stroking Meow Meow's little furry head in his arms.

Snowball, thank you.

In the past 15 years, except for that person, only you have given me warmth.

Xuan Ming held the cat in his arms, and couldn't help recalling the past.

I was born lonely, never met my father, and my mother passed away when I was three years old.

From the day he could remember, Xuan Ming was begging for food on the street in tattered clothes.

When I was hungry, I used to pick through the garbage dumps on the side of the road, and fought with vicious dogs for food. I was beaten to the point of bleeding, just for a piece of moldy steamed bun.

When I was young, I always felt that there were more pedestrians at night than during the day.

It's just that the passers-by at night are all wearing left jackets, and their faces are still frighteningly white. [note 1]

On the Hungry Ghost Festival when I was five years old, people all over the street knelt and burned yellow paper.Dark ashes and orange-red sparks floated all over the sky.

That day, there were many more "people" with disheveled hair and white faces than usual, and they were all grabbing the ashes and the tributes that were placed in front of the ashes.

Xuanming was very hungry, so he went up and grabbed the two long-haired "people", and beat them so that they were crying and crawling on the ground one by one.In a hurry, he grabbed all the food that belonged to them and stuffed it in his mouth and in his arms.

Xuan Ming still remembers very clearly that there was a little brother in white lying on the side of the street that day, covered in blood.

Xuan Ming carried him to a ruined temple in the suburbs, and gave him all the food he had managed to grab.

After the little brother in white woke up, he and Xuan Ming became best friends.

During the day, my little brother would take Xuanming to catch fish in the stream and grill them.That was the best thing Xuan Ming had ever eaten in his life.

At night, the little brother and Xuan Ming counted the stars and sang together side by side.

The little brother told Xuanming that he was a disciple of Qinghui Xianmen, who came out to eliminate demons.

It's just that the evil spirit I met this time was really powerful, and I accidentally got injured.If it wasn't for Xuan Ming's rescue, I'm afraid he would have lost his life long ago.

It was only then that Xuan Ming realized that those "people" with disheveled hair and pale faces that he saw were not called people, but ghosts.

Half a month later, the little brother had to go back to the sect.When parting, Xuan Ming hugged him and refused to let go. Finally, he had to cry and untied the red rope from his hand to the little brother.

The red rope was left by my mother, the only relic.

The little brother comforted Xuanming not to cry, and also took off the jade pendant around his waist and handed it to Xuanming, telling Xuanming that he could find him in Qinghui.

That is, in that year, Xuan Ming walked barefoot for three whole months with the white dragon jade pendant in his arms, and traveled three thousand miles before he found the legendary No. [-] Immortal Gate in the Six Realms.

In a flash, it has been ten years in Qinghui.

God always lives up to those who care...

Isn't the red rope that I handed to my little brother back then the one on the master's left hand...

Thinking of this, the corners of Xuan Ming's lips raised slightly, and he gradually narrowed his eyes in a daze.

Ten years later, that person turned out to be right in front of my eyes.

Master, may it be the same as before, accompanying Xuan Ming to catch fish and count the stars and sing...

In a daze, half asleep and half awake, a voice suddenly sounded in my ear.

"Lu Xuanming... Lu Xuanming..."

"Lu Xuanming..."

The ethereal, ghostly voice was like a red thread lingering in one's ears, causing headaches.

Xuan Ming frowned, opened his eyes, and followed the voice.

The door, which had been fastened, was wide open at this moment.

A dark figure stood at the door.

With the moonlight on his back, he shouldn't be able to see his face clearly.But Xuan Ming clearly saw a face exactly like his own, and the eerie and weird smile on his face!

Xuan Ming put down the cat in his arms and jumped up from the bed.

He tried to pull out the long sword beside the bed, but the long sword seemed to be rooted in the scabbard, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

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[Note 1] The shape and system of cross collar in ancient times, the right lapel is the living person, and the left lapel is the dead person.