Dressed as a little milk cat in the arms of the villain tyrant

Luo Chenghuan was tied to the bench, the heavy court staff was raised high, and then fell heavily.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Luo Chenghuan's screams resounded throughout the room, wishing they could shake off a few tiles on the roof.

When the court stick fell again, Luo Chenghuan shouted until his voice became hoarse, and after the third blow, he could only utter a faint whine like a cat.

About four or five times, Chu Mo waved his hand, and Luo Chenghuan was put down from the bench.

Chu Mo directly fished the person into his arms, and slapped the person's buttocks four or five times before giving up.

"Luo Chenghuan! Remember, I am your god, and you will have a good life if you please me."

Chu Mo made sure that the sobbing person in his arms could hear each word clearly.

Luo Chenghuan didn't say a word, and scolded Chu Mo with a suffocated breath in his heart, he almost pulled out Chu Mo's ancestral grave and scolded him.

Although it's wrong to kick him by himself, but whoever made him stinky is shameless.

Although Chu Mo was angry, he really didn't want to beat people to death like this. After all, he hasn't played enough with such an interesting toy.

After seeing the imperial physician, Luo Chenghuan was moved into Chu Mo's bedroom just like that.

Until Luo Chenghuan lay down on Chu Molong's couch, he was still cursing in his heart without stopping.

Looking at the exquisite iron chains on his hands, he began to greet Chu Mo's eighteenth generation ancestors again.

What kind of day do you call this? Others wearing books are the prince’s sweetheart, the cold-hearted general’s little master, the spoiled wife’s little wife, damn it, I’m the villain’s punching bag.

Endure the calm for a while, and take a step back, the more you think about it, the more angry you become.

At this moment, Luo Chenghuan suddenly felt dizzy, and when he woke up again, he turned back to his original form.

Looking at the snow-white paws, Luo Chenghuan felt a little sad.

"Meow?"

This is a secret of the royal family of the Luo Kingdom, and I don't know when Chu Mo, an old madman, discovered it, whether he knows it now or not.

Just when Luo Chenghuan was thinking about hiding, Chu Mo suddenly came back, looking at the kitten on the couch, he was stunned for a moment.

"Yo, little thing."

He fished the cat into his arms with ease, and petted it once and for all.

"..." Luo Chenghuan understood, this old madman accused him of knowing.

Chu Mo ravaged Xiaotuanzi in his arms with peace of mind, not at all worried that he would catch or bite.

"Hey, eat if you are obedient, and slap if you are disobedient." Chu Mo rubbed the kitten's butt, and squeezed it twice.

"Meow!" The old pervert!old rascal!

"good."

Chu Mo touched the cat from the head to the root of the tail, and even flicked the cat's delicate things maliciously.

"Meow?" Are you sick?

Being a cat is more aggrieved than being a human, life is not easy, Cheng Huan sighed.

"Luo Chenghuan, you said that I killed and ate you now, is it eating people or cats?" Sitting in front of the desk, Chu Mo looked up at Luo Chenghuan who had rolled into the booklet while reading the booklet.

"Meow." You haven't been able to ask this question for several years without cerebral thrombosis.

Luo Chenghuan knew that this villainous tyrant was criticized by an old man, and he thought of it as soon as he thought it out.

The moment he finished speaking, Luo Chenghuan had already slid up to his hand and tilted his head to look at him.

"If you please me, I won't eat you."

Chu Mo stretched out his finger and pointed at Luo Chenghuan's head, tsk, it's a little soft and easy to touch.

"..." Although he is not a human being, Chu Mo still has to be a dog.

"Meow~" Wrong, wrong, okay.

The milk cat tremblingly stretched out its small tongue, lightly licked Chu Mo's fingertips, and rubbed its head as if it wasn't enough, the cat's coquettish whimpering sound directly reached Luo Chenghuan's heart.