[Comprehensive British and American] Plague Meow

This is not the empty body releasing the soul, but the body full of flesh and self releasing itself.

Steven struggled in a trance, not to let his spirit slump.

He didn't know how much time Nach had tossed, and he lost his memory ability completely in the middle. It had nothing to do with the pain, but it was completely devoted to resisting the call of the abyss, which made his spirit exhausted prematurely.

Fortunately, Steven has enough stubbornness, so stubborn that the bottom of the dark hell feels helpless to him.

When Steven woke up again, the starlight was still spreading on his face, while Naqi lay on his chest, licking his paws, mouth and nose for a while, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Steven: ... I don't know why I suddenly have the illusion that I have been prostituted for nothing.

Looking at the time again, he was surprised to find that only 1 second had passed.

At that moment Steven's spirit was hit hard.

He thought that a century had passed, but in reality it was just a short second, and there was nothing wrong with his body, in line with Nach's statement-no physical damage.

It is conceivable that if Naqi is willing, it can completely toss all of them to death without leaving any traces.

"Scary guy." Steven sighed, trying to prop up his body, but was soon knocked down by dizziness.

"Meow." Lie down for a while.

The meaning expressed by Naqi was unprecedentedly clear. Steven, who has never been very good at cat language, experienced the feeling of barrier-free communication with Naqi for the first time, and was stunned by it.

The little black cat knew what was wrong with him, and took the initiative to lick the tip of his chin as a comfort.

"Meow." Your mental value is very low, take a rest.

OK, just for a while.

Steven really couldn't bear the feeling of dizziness, so he didn't move at all. Only then did he notice that his body was still a little dull and paralyzed, and he needed more time to wait for the various sensations to return to his body. inside the body.

After a few more minutes, various senses came back one after another. Steven felt a strong spasm in his stomach. He almost vomited out, but he barely held it back with his strong self-control.

Naqi seemed to see his pain, and then showed a puzzled expression, and soon understood again.

"Meow."

Accidentally clear your stomach too clean, go eat something and you'll be fine.

Steven: ...

In nearly a hundred years of life, Steven Old Popsicle Rogers experienced for the first time the feeling of crazily wanting to vomit but being unable to vomit, and was a little at a loss.

While digging out something to eat from the refrigerator, they ran into Bucky.

"Hungry again?"

Bucky was quite surprised. Steven has always managed his body very well, and he is not in a special state of attendance. Generally speaking, he would not eat at such a late hour.

"I'm a bit greedy, probably because I didn't eat the staple food for dinner." I ate only meat.

This makes sense, eating meat is very satisfying, but it is also easy to get hungry too quickly, so Bucky didn't think much about it.

The only strange thing is that Naqi didn't sleep obediently in Stark's bed tonight, but sneaked out in the middle of the night and went to Steven's room.

In the middle of the night, when Steven was having trouble falling asleep, he saw the door of the room opened silently. Suddenly he seemed to see a colorless gray-white balloon coming in. Sliding on it seems to be telling me that I used to be colorful.

Today, it's a funeral dirge that tries to gray the surrounding landscape.

Such a picture disappeared the moment Steven blinked, and the surroundings returned to normal.

Sitting up, he could see Naqi walking in with ZKR, his little follower who never left.

Natch jumped onto the bed and rubbed his cheek against Steven's sweaty arm, as if he was going to sleep with him.

Steven sighed, feeling a little amused again, hesitating for a moment between insomnia or accepting the little black cat's kindness, he chose to lie back down again, let Naqi jump on his stomach and stomp on it, a litter .

And ZKR nestled next to his legs, not under the quilt.

"Meow." Good night, Twolegs.

"Good night, Natch."

the next day.

Rocky chose the first day of hunger strike because he was not satisfied with the diet of ants.

Out of feline curiosity, Natchy slapped the screaming Jeff hamster away, pulled out a whipped cream pudding from the refrigerator, and jumped on top of Rocky's jar.

Under the double attack of pudding and meat pads, Loki blinked: "Is there anything you want to ask? My dear."

There is no one else here, just a cat, and he is too lazy to continue to maintain his sneer and sinister mask. Like a deer, he always stares at Naqi's belly with wet eyes, and looks at it with a curiosity that is not inferior to cats. go back.

One cat and one God just looked at each other.

Natch put down the pudding, placed it on the top of the jar, and gently fiddled with it with his paws, waiting for it to warm up from the too low temperature for preservation to the most suitable taste for eating.

"Meow?" You can leave, why stay here?

"Because it's fun." Loki smiled, "Don't you stay because it's fun? Look at your little paws, how happy they are."

Naqi retracted his paws, showing an innocent expression.

Just, fake, but very good.

Loki took a light breath: "I should learn from you," he tried, and then blinked his foggy eyes, tilted his head slightly, showing a particularly innocent look, "Oh, so My brother will definitely be scared and foolish." Laughing.

Not to mention his brother, Stark who came in to patrol was almost scared out of his wits.

"Your brain is hungry and stupid???"

Speaking of which, Stark quickly took out the instrument to scan it. After all, he is the third prince of Asgard. If he wants to try it, the Asgardians have to do it, so he can't make problems for himself.

"You don't seem to be surprised by our little Natch at all."

"Of course, this kind of creature is actually very common. As long as there are intelligent creatures, there are traces of their birth, but sometimes the final direction chosen is not the same." Loki smiled and looked in the direction of Naqi , looking at the eyes of this little black cat, "Heimdall, the guardian of the Hongqiao, was originally an eagle."

"So, he's a birdman?" Stark tried to imagine what it would be like for an eagle to become a man.

Loki just looked at this fool quietly.

He didn't think this would work, these stupid ants would lower his IQ sooner or later, so after Stark left, Loki knocked on the jar.

"My pudding, dear."

The little black cat jumped down with his pudding in his mouth, and fed the pudding into it from the feeding port. The transparent compartment has double locks, and the inner outlet will only open when the outer entrance is completely closed, and vice versa.

After a while, Rocky got his favorite milk pudding.

"Do you know?" Loki tasted the pudding beautifully with a small plastic spoon, "Humans are very boring creatures. For hundreds of years, from the first time I saw them until now, they actually It remains the same, tall buildings are rising all around, and even began to break into the frontier of the universe, but they themselves are more stubborn than a stubborn stone."

He blinked and looked at Naqi: "How boring, my little cutie."

"Meow." When was the last time you measured your height?

"Why should I measure my height?" Loki didn't understand.

"Meow." Is a few hundred years enough for an Asgardian to grow a centimeter taller?

"...

...then I am taller than that tin can. "

"Meow...?" Why don't you just compare your height with Damian?

Rocky: ...

He figured out that the little black cat was helping Stark to hate him, and Loki was happy: "I never thought you would stand on the side of humans."

Natch shook his head, and it circled the jar, obviously looking at Loki.

Loki is happy.

If a human being was doing the same thing, he would be so angry that he would jump his feet, but what if it was a little black cat with pink pads?Oh honey, what's wrong with that?

Loki even knelt down, looked at Naqi, and said, "What's going on in that little head of yours? Cutie."

"Meow."

I was wondering what kind of internal organs would you see if you pried your ribs open?Will it be like humans?Will your heart be bright red?Still pale?is it freezing

Loki was stunned for a moment, not because he felt offended, but simply by accident that this little black cat did have insight into some things.

"You have to keep it a secret, little guy." Loki made a booing gesture, "I don't want to hear that fool Thor yelling 'brother', 'brother' again."

Natch didn't understand.

"Okay, those are not important." Loki thought of a certain wrinkled face that suddenly had a stomachache, so he calmly decided to start the next topic, "You want to study Asgardians, right? But I can't, as Instead, I can give you another idiot."

Saying that, Loki showed a happy smile.

"His name is Saul Thor Odinson, you should have seen him."

Loki Hanger Odinson is online.

"If you let me out, I'll bring him to you." Loki smiled.

Natch: ...felt my IQ offended.

It expresses its strong dissatisfaction with a series of meows. Anyway, Asgardians have divinity, and they can communicate better without tapping the input method.

First, you are not my prisoner, and releasing you requires Stark's consent.

Second, if I want to dissect your brother, I need his own consent.

Natch pawed the floor for emphasis.

Loki is not very clear about the rules that belong to their existence alone, but he doesn't care about these details. As the god of tricks, he has always relied on lip service to make lies "true".

"You are too serious, cutie. We have many ways to go, why do we have to go on the other side of the line?"

"Meow." Because I like it here.

Natchi meowed earnestly.

For them, which camp it is depends entirely on self-awareness. Naqi will stay in the harmless camp and abide by those dispensable rules, just because there are things that interest him here.

It's like a cat stopped its favorite two-legged beast on the road, and then went there to touch porcelain.

It touched Jason, it touched Batman, then it was Stark, and it's going to touch a couple of other various twolegs, so it's not too difficult to touch the god of Asgard if you think about it thing?

Natch stared at Loki's cat-eared hairline, thinking.

It always feels that Thor should also be a hidden cat control.

"Meow." It's doable.

Loki: Sudden sense of crisis? !

The author has something to say: please pay attention to the presence of the younger brother.

There is no CP, but Hammer is a younger brother.