My breeder is the strongest

Wujojiu got angry quite a few times, but none lasted so long.

"Long--"

Gojo Satoru put his legs up on the desk, and held a mechanical pencil on the tip of his nose. He used the infinite limit to keep it delicately balanced, and dragged his voice.

It was quiet.

no respond.

The kitten, who usually arrives immediately when he hears the call, and sticks to it himself if he doesn't hear the call, is now nestled on the top of the cat climbing frame, with only a small tip of its tail hanging down exposed.

Hearing the sound, he tipped his tail and retracted it.

Wutiaowu: "..."

You don't have to do it so badly, do you?

When Master Wutiao was distracted, the mechanical pencil fell from the tip of his nose. He subconsciously let out an "oops", and the metal-shelled pencil rolled all the way along his face, making intimate contact with his teeth.

"hiss--"

Cool crust, minty flavor.

This sourness, you deserve it.

"Jiu." Gojo Satoru immediately aggrieved and magnified the impact of the incident, "I was smashed, it hurts so much."

On the top of the cat climbing frame, the tip of its tail trembled for two seconds, and it swayed from side to side.

In the end it didn't move.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Unbelievable!

If this were normal, not to mention that he cried out in pain, even if he scratched his skin a little, the kitty would lick him for a long time in front of him!

So love goes away, right?

It took less than 5 minutes for Master Wutiao to transition from his own fault to others' fault, and his thinking mode quickly developed in the direction of resentful women.

He was not like this before, he has changed!

He must have another master outside!

How can he do this, he stays with me every day, how can he still have time to find others?

At this moment, the cat boy is no longer the cat boy, but Niu Gulu, the master of time management, the cat boy, and Gojo Satoru is the victim, the poor owner who was ruthlessly played by Motoko.

I paid the price of eating rice with eggs, and even my friends were bewitched together, but in the end, I got nothing.

Miserable, so miserable!

The more Gojo Satoru thought about it, the more confident he became, and the more he thought about it, the more indignant he became. He even thought that he could make a stand on the spot, tie a white cloth strip on his forehead, and now go to sit-in and demonstrate in front of the Ministry of Health, Labor and Welfare.

He stood up with a bang, and pushed the chair under the desk with a bang.

With this kind of confidence, I came to the cat climbing frame with my head held high, and I took out the posture of picking persimmons in autumn, and started to shake with confidence.

"Jiu-gojojiu-you come down for me-"

Gojo Satoru originally wanted to bother him until Gojo stopped being angry for a long time, but unexpectedly, the climbing frame shook twice, and the milk dumpling seemed to have no bones—following his strength, he was thrown out directly.

Gojo Satoru:! ! !

Young Master Wutiao flashed over immediately, grabbed the kitten, and the touch in his hand was also soft, Wutiaojiu lay weakly on his palm, and kicked him with his hind legs.

There is no strength at all, like a superficial touch.

It was completely different from the five long-term cats who killed a century-old tree with one paw during training.

Gojo Satoru's heart sank.

what happened?

Something happened to the kitten, and all the servants in the hall were trembling.

From the maids to the cooks to the guards, everyone was called into the hall and sat in two rows.

On the opposite side, the low pressure of Master Wujo is visible to the naked eye.

"Recently, is there anything unusual about his behavior?" Gojo Satoru's eyes fell on the group of people in the kitchen, "You guys, start first."

"Yes, what's the problem..." The cook trembled, "We use the freshest ingredients, and we never dare to neglect, besides, the food you eat, young master, is not the same as his..."

Gojo Satoru knocked on the table impatiently, "Get to the point."

"Did you feed him anything strange? Like..."

Halfway through Gojo Satoru, he remembered Kageyama Oeda Maru who was swallowed by the kitten at the entrance of the magic tool storehouse.

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Which one of you is responsible for feeding him?" Wujo Wuchang asked, "Is eating normal recently?"

The maid in charge of feeding the cat said tremblingly, "At first I fed it, but then..."

Gojo Satoru: "Later?"

Maid: "Later...you are the one responsible for feeding him."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru pointed the finger at the guard on the other side, "What about you? He is running around every day, did you see him go to any strange place? Or bring back any strange things?"

"Speaking of it." He began to recall, "I remember one time half a month ago. It was a similar situation. After he came back, he languished for several days. Who took him out that time? What did he do?"

"...Master." The servant hesitated to speak, "That's why you insisted on taking him to ride the roller coaster."

Wutiaowu: "..."

If you don’t remember, you don’t know. When you recall, you are shocked.

Counting it down, every time the cat is in a bad state-it seems to be Wujo Satoru's fault.

Master Wutiao:? ? ?

Young master Wutiao later realized that he, the owner, seemed to be doing really badly.

The sky darkened, and the moon was covered by dark clouds.

Dismissing the assembled servants, Gojo Satoru rubbed his hair irritably, returned to the room, and turned on the light.

Wu Tiaojiu nestled next to the pillow at the head of the bed, his body was already small, but now even his breathing has weakened, the ups and downs are so small that they can be ignored, as if they will disappear at any time.

Gojo Satoru stood at the door and suddenly shivered.

disappear.

His eyes scanned the surroundings—the small bookcase in the corner was moved away and a cat climbing frame was placed, several plum blossom-shaped pads were stamped on the scattered textbook covers, and Wu Tiaojiu's favorite bear doll had a hole in his clothes. Knowing when to fly to the sky, it hangs precariously in the corner of the wardrobe.

The vacuum cleaner was leaning against the wall, and the garbage box was full of white cat fur.

Obviously, it didn't take long, but this room was completely different from before.

The child walked to the edge of the bed, sat down cross-legged, leaned on the edge of the bed and stared at the cat.

He put his chin on the bed sheet, turned his head again, stretched out a hand, and covered the body of Nai Tuanzi.

In the ice-blue pupils, a small ball of white was reflected.

It's like, blocking the chicks with their wings.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Xia You's house.

There were a few papers and a stack of straw paper on the desk. Xia Youjie stared at the table, holding a mechanical pencil in one hand, resting his chin in the other hand in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

The light of the desk lamp suddenly dimmed.

His gaze moves up.

In front of the lamp tube, there was an ugly, weird creature, about the size of a light bulb, lying on the lampshade with all fours together, waving the wings on its back, revealing the fangs in its mouth.

He paused, recalling what Gojo Satoru said a week ago.

【"Hey, Jie, haven't your spells awakened yet?" The white-haired boy rubbed his chin with an extremely surprised expression, "It doesn't count as being abnormal, but awakening spells are generally You have the most inspiration between life and death, and you have even seen super-level curse spirits, shouldn't you..."

"Well, the so-called technique." Gojo Satoru stretched out a finger, pointing to the vacuum cleaner in the corner of the room, "It's like a home appliance."

"The magic power is 'electricity', and the spell is the 'way of using electricity'."

Young Master Wutiao was only serious for three seconds, and then he started to be beaten up.

"No matter how specific I am, I can't teach you. After all, I'm a genius, and I can use it immediately. I haven't experienced the process from never to discover."]

home appliances.

Xia Youjie closed his eyes, exhaled lightly, and let the mantra flow through his body.

Feeling, the flowing circuit.

Then, let it out—

At the critical moment, there was a shout from outside the door.

"Jay, it's dinner time!"

Xia Youjie: "..."

His arm stopped in mid-air awkwardly, the flow stopped abruptly, and nothing was released.

Xia Youjie was silent for three seconds, "...Here we come."

He put down the pen, and the magic power rekindled in his hand, grabbed the fly in front of him, clenched his fist, and crushed it.

Pulled out a few paper towels, wiped his hands clean, threw them into the trash can, got up and walked towards the restaurant.