My breeder is the strongest

"When did it disappear!"

"You ask me who am I asking!?"

"Don't you have six eyes? Find them quickly!"

"Wait—" Gojo Satoru let out a long breath and covered his forehead, "No, there are too many people."

The six eyes can see the power of mantras in detail. Generally, conjurers will not leak out the power of mantras unconsciously, but ordinary people will.

In other words, for Gojo Satoru, trying to find the smell of a kitten in this commercial street full of the magic power of ordinary people is like looking for a shiny new toy in a garbage dump.

Maybe it's better to ask directly to find it.

Xia Youjie's face was full of "what's the use of you".

Wutiaowu: "..."

If you think so, then I won't be sleepy.

Gojo Wu took off the green cross-dressing on his body, and grabbed Xia Youjie's arm regardless of the shop owner's yelling.

In the next second, Xia Youjie felt the wind passing by his ears extremely quickly, and his body lost weight for a while. When he came back to his senses, he was already on the roof of the shop behind the goldfish stall!

what happened? ?

"The power of attraction, Cang, another usage with no lower limit." Wujo Wuman said indifferently, "Using it in a small area can move quickly, but the control of the spell power needs to be very precise, otherwise it may tear people to pieces."

Having said that, he sighed a little complacently.

"I used it for the first time, and it worked."

Xia Youjie: "..."

So if he failed, he would have been dismembered by now, right? ?

Can you say hello in advance if you do this kind of thing!

Gojo Satoru didn't care about his companion's disheveled expression at all, and turned to look at the commercial street below.

"I can pinpoint a few locations it's been to—"

"Let me take a look..." He rubbed his chin, "rice cake shop, bar, and animal ear girl Pink Heartbeat Heartbeat Hall...?"

Gojo Satoru: "... very bold, this cat."

In the rice cake house, a fat pink and white parrot is talking loudly.

"Ah—Qixi Festival! The breath of love is so strong that even this prince will be intoxicated ha ha ha ha!"

Fat Bird opened his squinted eyes, and under the counter, a little Persian cat was looking at it with glowing eyes and drooling.

Dila. Cake making is unpalatable: "..."

It took a step back suddenly, and said tremblingly, "What are you going to do!? I warn you, I am the prince of a country!"

Behind the counter, a girl with twin ponytails raised the curtain and poked her head out from the back kitchen.

"Dilla-chan, what's the matter—eh?" Kitashirakawa Yuko tilted her head, "Yes, cat."

The kitten squatted on the counter, wagging its tail and making a sweet cry.

"So cute~" Yuzi approached the counter and carefully stretched out a finger, "It doesn't look like a wild cat, did someone get lost?"

The cat cub blinked his ice-blue eyes, as if he couldn't understand what she was saying, its fluffy tail curled around her finger, and got up to brush it along.

Tamiko Kitashirakawa: ...! ! !

Has been raided!

"Wait, wait!" She stood up blushing, ran into the back kitchen quickly, and came out half a minute later with a plate of rice cakes.

"Qixi is limited to mugwort chocolate flavor! Do you want cat sauce—"

The words were only halfway through, and when I looked around, there was no sign of the cat anymore.

"what……"

Yuzi put down the plate in frustration.

"It's already gone." The parrot touched the depressed girl's head regretfully, "However, it left this behind."

She looked up, and Dila held up a card with a cat's paw print on it.

"It seems to be looking for something?" Dila pondered, "Could it be..."

"Is it looking for its own princess too! Oh—love! Damn love!"

"What? A cat?" The drunk uncle waved his hand, "I don't know, I don't know, what kind of cat is not a cat? What about wine!? Have another glass..."

The bony hands handed out a transparent glass, well-cut round ice cubes, reflecting the dazzling light under the light.

The drunk uncle was looking for trouble, "I want wine! Wine! Why did you bring me ice cubes! No ice cubes, no..."

That hand paused for a moment—directly, directly crushing the glass in front of the uncle.

Uncle: "..."

Instantly woke up.

The owner of this hand was a small black-haired boy who looked surprisingly well-behaved, dressed in a bartender uniform, and lit a cigarette.

"Cat?" He raised his head, "Oh, yes."

"I opened a can for it, but it didn't eat it. It seemed to be looking for something, and it was walking around in circles."

"There's still this left."

He fumbled around and pulled out a bar business card with a looming cat paw print on it.

"Is that your cat?"

After groping around, finally, came to the final location.

Beast Ear Girl Pink Heartbeat Heartbeat Hall.

Xia Youjie: "...Are you really sure it's here?"

Gojo Satoru was very dissatisfied, "Are you questioning my ability?"

"No——" Xia Youjie looked at the flamboyant pink neon lights in front of him, the erotic love and lace collocation, and said expressionlessly, "I'm questioning our age."

No matter how you look at it, no matter how overdeveloped, the two of them can't get in here at this stage.

"Hello, I'm sorry." Xia Youjie decided to ask directly, "I don't know if you have seen one—"

He pulled Gojo Satoru to him.

"A Persian cat that looks exactly like this man?"

Wutiaowu: "..."