My breeder is the strongest

Gojo mansion, rumors intensified.

"Hey, have you heard?" The cook who was chopping vegetables beamed with joy, "Master Wu Tiao picked up a cat with magic power from outside!"

"What? A cat can use magic power?" The chef who was shaking the spoon dismissed it, "How is that possible! I think it probably brought back a curse spirit that looks like a cat!"

During the break, the servants in charge of cleaning the mansion gathered together, chatting and gossiping.

"Have you heard that Master Wutiao brought back a curse spirit that looks like a cat!"

"Really? Really? A curse spirit like a cat? Is it cute? Is it also strong?"

"I don't know..." The servant sweeping the floor thought for a while, "But the young master is so strong, the curse spirit brought back must not be weak!"

"That's Master Wu, he must have brought back a very powerful curse spirit!"

"That's right." The glass-cleaning servant raised his head proudly, "I just said, the young master must have a deep meaning when he goes out!"

She bent down mysteriously, "Our young master is a genius, how could he run around? Let me tell you—maybe, he ran out just to catch this curse spirit back!"

Outside the wall, the sky was high and the air was clear. In the patrolling guards, a good guy waved to his companions.

A group of people got together mysteriously, more than a dozen heads gathered in a circle.

"Hey, have you heard..."

His eyes widened in horror.

"Master, when he goes out in the morning, he's actually not running around - he's looking for a powerful enough spell spirit to satisfy his special hobby!"

"The young master has finally become perverted enough to catch the curse spirit to vent!"

In the room, the image of Young Master Wutiao, whose image has been demonized by the servants, is being tortured by the "curse spirit", not to mention torturing the "curse spirit".

The most difficult thing in the world is not catching a cat that can only use spells.

It's that you catch a cat that can use spells—and give it a bath.

"Come down now." The servant begged bitterly, "I beg you!"

The little Persian kitten sat on a tall bookcase, turned a deaf ear, and even tilted its head innocently.

The bookcase is in the style of hanging from front to back. In addition to some books related to spells, there are also some expensive antique ornaments.

The cat is leisurely, scared the servants next to him until his legs trembled, his tone sounded like he was about to cry, "Master Cat, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, the bottle is 2000 million..."

Master Cat stood up gracefully and walked gracefully. His fluffy white fur gracefully brushed against the ice-patterned antique vase.

Servant: "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooant this! "

The kitten wagged its tail, and the tip of its tail bounced repeatedly around the polished inkstone.

Servant: "Woooooo! Yoshio Takahashi's posthumous ink inkstone work!"

The little Persian cat squatted down, stretched out its hind paws and scratched its ears, which made the ancient brass mirror on the next floor crack and tremble——

Servant: "Woooo! The ancient mirror left by Master Jixin Chuanya!"

Gojo Satoru: "...you are so noisy."

"Is it useful to beg it? It doesn't understand."

Gojo Satoru gave the servant a disgusted expression.

"At this time, we must pay attention to strategy."

After finishing speaking with confidence, Master Wutiao took out a chicken-flavored cat strip from behind him.

"Here." Gojo Satoru stretched out the cat stick, shook it up and down, and made a seductive voice, "Maomao, come—"

The ideal is full, the reality is cruel.

The little Persian cat yawned and shook its ears, showing what it means to be indifferent with practical actions.

Gojo Satoru paused: "...It's okay, I have other ways."

As he spoke, he took out a cat teasing stick more than half a meter long from behind.

The servants were stunned.

He swallowed his saliva and asked weakly, "Master, this looks a bit like the tail hairs of the peacocks raised by the owner..."

Wujo Gojo waved blankly, "You don't care what it is, as long as it's easy to use."

The bald peacock was indeed not plucked for nothing. The kitten was obviously more interested in the cat teaser stick than the cat stick, so he stretched out his paws to reach it. When he was about to reach it, Gojo Satoru shrank back.

The kitty stretched forward a little more—seeing that he couldn't reach it, he retracted decisively and squatted down, his tail flicked around his buttocks in a circle.

Gojo Satoru held out the cat-teasing stick again.

The kitty poked his head out again.

This time, it seemed that it knew that the other party would not approach easily, so it didn't even bother to stretch out its paws. Wujo Gou shook his head a few times, but the cat shrank his head back without interest, lazily forming a cat cake on the bookshelf.

Gojo Satoru had no choice but to continue to stretch the cat teaser forward.

At this moment, the cub suddenly raised his head, and a gleam of light flashed across the cat's pupils.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he hooked off the peacock's feather with one paw—turning around and leaving Wujo Wu with a butt.

Wutiaowu: "..."

"It's okay." Gojo Satoru threw away the cat teasing stick in his hand, "I still have one last trick."

The trump card is the legendary cat drug, something no cat can resist.

Polygonum vulgaris.

...It seems that it is just a legend.

Uncle Cat had a great time playing with peacock feathers on the bookcase, strictly followed the advocacy of civilization and morality, stayed away from pornography, gambling and drugs, and had no interest in the cat drugs that were opened below.

The servant suggested: "Is it not close enough?"

Gojo Satoru took a little out of the jar, sprinkled it on the injured cat-teasing stick, and moved towards the kitten.

This time, the cat cub poked his head out and sniffed carefully.

The servant shouted excitedly, "Smell it! It smelled it!"

Unexpectedly, just after smelling it, the little Persian cat quickly retracted its head and made a very vivid gesture of disgust-opening its mouth and retching.

Gojo Satoru: "..."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath.

Trying to be patient...be patient with your uncle.

He rolled up his sleeves, "If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined."

The young master stretched his arms, bent his knees, black magic power surged, and he rushed towards the kitten like a spring.

The cat's ears stood up, the peacock feathers were in its mouth, and it ran in another direction with a kick of its hind legs.

"Don't—little, be careful!"

The servant's heart suddenly rose to the throat, and every nerve was tensed. Fortunately, the little Persian cat activated the skill to dodge perfectly on the way, and dodged every passing cultural relic while moving at high speed.

However, the subordinate still couldn't let go of his throat - Gojo Satoru rushed over, and then squeezed out all the books and antiques without distinguishing between the enemy and the enemy.

Servant: "..."

Careless woo woo woo.

I didn't expect that it was my own people that I really had to guard against!

Gojo Satoru gritted his teeth: "If I don't catch you today, my surname will not be Wujo!"

Crashing, shattering is the sound of money. The servants are sweating profusely, using their hands and feet to pick up the fallen cultural relics. Hearing Gojo Wu’s words, there is still time to respond, with snot and tears, I cried even worse.

"I can't, woooooo, young master, woooooo, what can we do if your surname is not Wutiao, woooooo—"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Gojo Satoru grabbed the kitten who was trying to jump in the air with one hand, and in a moment of silence, the kitten in his hand bared its teeth and bit his hand.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the cat cub slipped out of his hand nimbly, turned around in the air and landed perfectly.

Wujo Wu immediately turned around when he saw this, grabbed the bookcase, and kicked it with his strength.

All the bookcases fell down, and the cultural relics and ancient books fell to the ground with a bang, which also had a chain effect, causing other furniture in the room to be overturned, and the servants covered their chests, and almost had a heart attack for a moment.

The collapsed bookcase compressed the cat's action route, Wujo Wu jumped forward a few steps, trying to take the opportunity to drive it into a corner.

Unexpectedly, the next second, the sliding door was pulled open with a whoosh.

"Hello--"

Xia Youjie opened the door from the outside, and subconsciously hugged the kitten who was rushing towards him.

The little Persian cat nestled obediently into his arms, rubbing its head against his chin intimately.

She also put down her peacock feathers and stuck out her tongue to lick his cheek.

Xia Youjie scanned the mess in the room and took a deep breath.

He turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru who couldn't stop the car just now and plunged into the yard.

"Wu, what are you doing?"

Gojo Satoru stood up and wiped his face, resolutely defending his image as a cool guy.

"……nothing."

He looked at the cat cub who was acting like a spoiled child in Xia Youjie's arms. It looked like obedient, cute, and gentle.

It's completely different from the attitude of upper teeth and claws to him just now.

Wutiaowu: "..."

He paused, and then asked humiliatingly, "Will you bathe the cat?"

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Xia Youjie didn't understand, he passed the cat's two front paws, held the belly and lifted it up, and asked.

"What cat is not a cat, haven't you named it yet?"

Gojo Satoru: "... rise up."

He glanced at the cat in Xia Youjie's arms, and pretended to be calm.

"Little bastard."