Forced to play Shura Field in a Western Fantasy game

Yu Yuan, who resolutely logged off, did not expect that his body would remain in the game this time.

He was communicating with Lin Ling in the holographic cabin.

"How about it?"

"We're investigating." Lin Ling said, "At first, I thought it was your team doing something to trigger the bug when writing the book, but now it seems that the problem lies with you."

"Me?" Yu Yuan didn't understand.

"You can't say that. I browsed the previous data. The data of the potion you used was normal at the beginning. After drinking it, it can turn people into wolves. But when this thing comes into contact with you, it will cause problems. As for you The two NPCs I met..." At that point, Lin Ling took a sip from the water glass, and purposely put it off.

"Their system mechanism is normal, and there is no internal problem. At present, it seems more like being 'attracted' by your character. It's like two magnets. Put your character there and it will attract others. .”

"...Then what's wrong with my character?"

"It's hard to say, I'm still looking into it. If you have a rest, you can try playing the game again, and I will follow along simultaneously to see if I can help you solve the problem of becoming a cat first."

After all, he promised Lu Mingyuan to help check for bugs, so Yu Yuan had no choice but to continue playing the game.

in-game.

As soon as the black cat opened its eyes, it saw an extremely speechless scene in front of it...

Not far away, two wolves were fighting fiercely, biting each other. The black cat even saw bloodstains on the ground and wolf fur flying in the air.

The black cat, who didn't know what happened, didn't make a sound, but just watched the scene of the fight silently.Looking at it, I also have a little itchy paw, and I really want to join the struggle of canines.

At this time, the white figure in the fight noticed this corner, stopped first, and stared blankly at the black cat who was slowly standing up.

At the same time, the black wolf, who didn't know why at first, followed his gaze, and the sharp claws that were about to grab a white wolf's face also stopped in midair.

The cat is back.

Realizing this, the two wolves walked over step by step as if they saw something unbelievable.

For some reason, the black cat tilted its head and "meowed".

Then, it was thrown down by the black wolf that rushed up suddenly, and fell to the ground with its belly upside down.No matter how wildly it danced and struggled, the black wolf started licking wildly again, like a big drooling dog.

The black cat who was forced to close its eyes was very helpless.

Gotta take a shower again.

"What's the matter with you?" Compared to the black wolf, the white wolf is obviously much more rational, but the worry in his tone can't be hidden, "Twice, you suddenly didn't respond twice, it's like... ...."

Just like dead.

Only then did the black cat realize that the character actually stayed where it was when it went offline.

This is not in line with the previous rules, and this problem may be caused by changing cats.

Although the white wolf asked this question, he didn't expect to get an answer from the cat, so he first stretched out his paws to save it from the black wolf's claws, "Go down to eat first."

The goat's milk and fish paste that had been placed in the corner before had cooled down, so it had to feed the little black cat something warm.

In the blink of an eye, the white wolf turned back into a human form, still indifferent, wrapped the black cat in a handkerchief and went out, and the black wolf also changed back to a human form and followed behind.

The two took a cat and sat down in the dining room downstairs, while the servant went down to prepare the meal.

The black cat placed at one end of the long table stood directly on the dining table. Edgar dried its fur very carefully. He was obviously very skilled in this job, and even wrapped a napkin around its neck.

After a while, the food was brought up.

In front of the kitten are three small bowls, one bowl is goat milk, and the other two bowls are paste with different ingredients.Although the black cat looked a little smaller, it had full teeth, so it immediately let out a long growl to express its dissatisfaction.

Mighty male cats don't eat this stuff!

The thinking that has been completely assimilated cannot be saved at all.

However, its protest got nothing but Edgar's unilateral persuasion, "This is good for your health."

After experiencing two accidents in which the black cat suddenly lost its vital signs, now I strive to do the best in every detail, even if I give the cat fish to eat, I am afraid that it will be stuck by the fishbone.

"It's no big deal to give it a little bit." Crofts cut the steak in front of him with a knife and fork, and cut off a small piece. "Call, this is for you."

Judging from the color, it is estimated that this steak is not even half-ripe, and it is faintly bloodshot, which is very in line with the taste of werewolves.However, this smell is not stingy for black cats, especially cats have sensitive senses, and the smell of meat goes straight into the nasal cavity.

But the black cat's arrogant temper also followed suit. It curled its little tongue in its mouth, sucked a bit of saliva, and let the other party ignore what it said.

I am a dignified cat.

I won't eat unless you ask me to.

Crofts cut another larger piece, this time offering it directly to the black cat's mouth.The werewolf's black tail swayed behind him, as if the plan was going to succeed.

But the black cat is very determined.

"Okay, don't tease it." Edgar interrupted loudly, and looked at the black cat again, "You eat up today's portion, and I will exchange it for you tomorrow night."

The black cat blinked and scratched the ear of the plane.

Why can't I believe it.

Edgar pointed to the steak in front of him, "I'll take you to the back kitchen tomorrow, you can choose whatever you want, and finish this meal tonight first."

Ok.

The black cat had no choice but to lick the fish paste. Although the taste was relatively mild, it was surprisingly delicious.

It is a reasonable cat, it doesn't make trouble if it doesn't want to, and it even licks the milk next to it.

Warm, just the right temperature.

Crofts on the side looked at the beef slices that he skipped on purpose, as if he was going to laugh angrily, "You cat, you are quite small, and you have a bad temper."

He was so angry that he teased it with food before.

The black cat almost buried its head in the bowl and ignored people at all.

Crofts leaned forward again, moving the wolf ears on the top of his head, and deliberately elongated his tone of voice, "Then I will let you howl, and you will share some of your food with me?"

It's just uncomfortable not to do it twice.

The black cat looked up in shock.

Why are you like this wolf!

Seeing that the tip of its nose was still covered with white foam, Crofts wiped it with his fingertips and put it in his mouth. After tasting the taste, he commented with a teasing smile, "Sweet."

The ghost knows how the fish paste gave him a sweet taste.

I think there is something wrong with your taste system, I suggest you seek medical attention as soon as possible.

The black cat completely ignored people.

"Eat." Edgar tapped the edge of the bowl with his fork expressionlessly.

That's how the meal went.

When the black cat finished licking the last mouthful of goat milk, the other two had been waiting for an unknown amount of time.At this time, Edgar stretched out his hand, as if to touch its stomach.

The black cat took a step back and let out a low cry.

I thought you were different from the other person, but you groped too!

Mao is about to explode.

As if guessing what it was thinking, Edgar touched the tip of his nose and said, "See if you are full. If it is not enough, you can add more."

In fact, however, the black cat's chubby belly is really attractive, especially when curled up.

Crofts on the side showed his fangs and said with a smile, "I'll take it out for a walk."

For wolves, running is something engraved in their instincts, and they need to vent this impulse frequently to resolve it.

The black cat took another step back.

It feels like neither of these two are much better now.

Fortunately, Edgar refused, "It slept with me today, and you have to pay attention to the problem of licking its fur."

Hearing this, Crofts was about to refute, but remembered something, so he nodded silently.

It is not good for cats to take a bath frequently. They all have to learn to restrain the problem of licking cats.

Hmm...but maybe a lick now and then.

The black cat is still in its current form and has not gone offline. It has to wait for news from Lin Ling first, and the time in the game is considered working time, and it is paid by the hour.

Very budget-conscious.

It was already night when they were in the forest, and the black cat looked up at the wall clock, and it was almost midnight now.

I don't know what the working hours of werewolves are like, I hope they don't work in the underworld like the vampires.

Crofts went out for a run alone, and the black cat doubted that what he called "running" probably meant turning into a wolf and running wildly in the forest.

At the same time, the black cat was brought into a fully upholstered room with only a large bed in the middle, which was next to the previous cat toy room.

But once inside, the black cat couldn't help frowning, and its facial features were almost twisted together.

The smell of wolf is too strong!

Although werewolves lived in the whole house, the smell in the air was unavoidable, but the smell in this room was particularly strong.I also know that there should be wolves living here for a long time.

Sure enough, Edgar noticed its behavior and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like my room?"

Sure enough, you wolf lived here.

The black cat shook its head frantically, every cat hair was full of resistance.

"Why?" Edgar didn't understand.

The black cat jumped down from his palm in one step, and then sniffed it on the floor in a very exaggerated manner, then deliberately fell down on all fours, closed its eyes, and stuck out a small tongue, which meant to pretend to be dead

Obvious enough.

Edgar seemed to chuckle slightly, "Don't you like carpets?"

...the black cat has nothing to say.

It stood up firmly, and this time it sniffed the person's trousers, repeating its tricks and pretending to be dead again.

It's your smell, it's the wolf's smell, get it.

"So that's the case." Edgar suddenly realized, "Then what should we do?"

All in all not in this room.

The black cat flicked its tail and walked towards the next door very resolutely.

Edgar followed behind, "Sleep here tonight? It's not impossible."

He helped Maomao open the door, and Maomao walked in imposingly, his eyes lingering on a room full of untouched toys, as if he wanted to decide who would be lucky tonight.

The fur ball looks and feels good, and the silk seems to be smooth...

Who should I hug to sleep tonight is a question worth thinking about.

I really don't want to be a scumbag, it's so hard to choose.

But in reality, it doesn't have a choice.

The person behind him suddenly turned back into a white wolf, closed the door, and walked to the den in the middle of the room with the black cat in its mouth.

"Meow—" the black cat immediately protested.

The protest was ineffective, but the white wolf intensified. Not only did it take it inside, but it also lay down beside it, drawing a small half circle with its tail.

You can't let the kitten sleep alone, for fear that when you open your eyes the next day, it will be a lifeless body again.

It still smells like a wolf.

Maomao is angry.

But after thinking about it, at least it is much lighter than the smell next door.

Very flexible cat.

The black cat had no choice but to pick up a mouse doll from the side with great joy, and angrily took a few bites in its mouth.

Being picked up and down all day long, it can only vent like this.

This scene was seen by the white wolf, "quickly sleep."

Maomao lay down with eyes closed, facing the wolf with its buttocks and tail.

After a while, all that was left was the even breathing and the rising and falling belly of the cat.

But before it could sleep soundly, the smell of wolf sweat woke it up.

Opening his eyes, there was actually Hei Lang who came back at some time in front of him. He looked excited after a workout. In the darkness, his red eyes were burning, and he was about to join them and sleep here together.

The black cat suddenly became sober with anger, raised its claws and went up to scratch it.

You wolves smell really bad!

"Meow--"

To take a bath!

But of course the black wolf didn't understand what it meant, thinking that the other party was just sleeping and was disturbed by it, not only didn't retreat, but was excited by the scratch, this time he didn't lick his fur, but rubbed his tail against it. Put, means to appease.

Enough restraint.

However, to its surprise, instead of showing signs of calming down after being appeased, the black cat... seemed to be even more angry?

The dirty sweat from exercise all over the cat and cat smelled like wolves.

There was only one thought left in Mao Mao's mind.

was stained.

Maomao cried angrily.