Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

Angry, these beings are very naughty, as if they want to see him being played by the Queen of God.

What happened?

The cat raised its eyes to look at Song Zhixun, lowered its head vigilantly and took a bite of the meat, a little surprised that although people don't have much food now, their craftsmanship hasn't declined much.

The moment the cat was distracted, Song Zhixun's big hand directly pressed the cat's head, and pressed the cat's face into the oily food.

"My dear! God of life! Your Highness! I have a question! No matter what! I want it all! Please teach me!" Song Zhixun rubbed his teeth.

The white cat's face was buried in the food, and its raised tail was quietly clamped because of fear.