Spell Meow

Fuheshier slipped out of the house very naturally.

Although his benefactor has become stricter in guarding him since he was caught outside last time, but as the famous Heaven and Tyrant, he will not even use the monitoring methods of his own benefactor as an ordinary person. Can't handle it.

In fact, if it wasn't for exposing herself when she rescued her last time, it is reasonable to say that she would not find out that she often sneaked out for at least a year.

——Yes, since the first time he successfully slipped out of the door, Fuheshier basically never stayed at home in peace.

Although he calmed down for a while after being scolded last time—about four or five days, but after confirming that his benefactor had no other way to deal with it, he sneaked out again to have fun outside .

Of course, he is not the only one who does this kind of thing. The other two young conjurer ghosts at home also often go out.

After all, as a conjurer, it is impossible to really stay at home with nothing to do like an idler like him. Although I don't see any potential to boast about in those two brats, but judging from the meaning of the six-eyed brat, he seems to be I value them both.

It's just that it has nothing to do with him.

His only feeling is that the surrounding area has been "cleaner" recently, and even the fourth-level curse spirits are basically gone, presumably it was done by those two little ghosts who were recuperating at home... or that they had nothing to do while recuperating. .

He quite welcomes such a person to take care of his surroundings, after all, he can enjoy the surrounding environment as well.

There are a lot of people in a place like Tokyo, and there are also a lot of ghosts. He doesn't have any magic tools in his hands now. If someone is willing to do a white job to help "cleanliness", he is of course quite satisfied.

The black cat very naturally lowered its sense of existence and got into an uninhabited alley. When it came out again, the cat was gone, only a strong and handsome man walked leisurely from the alley with his hands in his pockets. After walking out and turning a few corners, I found my happy hometown.

- An underground casino.

In fact, he is not welcome here. After all, as a cat, he has no source of living expenses. Basically, he can only play two games by asking others to "borrow" some gambling money.

But it is a pity that his gambling products are not very good, and he basically never repays what he borrowed. It is only because he cannot be driven away that the casino here turns a blind eye to him.

But Fuheshier didn't care.

Anyway, there are not many places in this world that welcome him.

Fu Heisher casually ordered a glass of ice water for himself. He doesn't drink alcohol himself. In addition, he has to suck cats every day when he goes home. He never touches this kind of drink that tends to leave an odor. It is easy to smell second-hand smoke on his body, and he has to find a way to clean it up every time he comes.

Otherwise, she would catch her leaving this smell on her when she returned home, and it would be a trivial matter to be scolded, and it would be over if she got away with it, but she must not be stingy about grabbing herself and washing it again.

It's not that he dislikes taking a bath as a person, it's just that the feeling of fur sticking to his body when being scrubbed as a cat is really uncomfortable——

Moreover, as a human being, he usually cleans up by himself when the donor goes to work, so there is really no need to be brushed up twice in one day.

It’s just that the person at the bar today seemed to be drunk, sniffed his nose and sniffed the air twice, suddenly showed an ambiguous expression, and turned to him with a red face scorched by alcohol, and said with a big tongue and envy: "You guy... you have a good-looking face, just, just different. In such a short period of time, have you found a benefactor who can take care of you?"

"How can there be..." Fu Heisher casually shook the wine glass in his hand, and the shattered ice made a crisp jingle sound on the glass wall. It was hard to believe that what he held in his hand was just a glass of water. Not a glass of whiskey, "Finding a benefactor who is willing to spend a lot of money to support me is not an easy task. How could it be so easy as you said."

As for the one at home?

Those who don't even give pocket money and only cover three meals a day can't be called benefactors.

Fu Heisher thought about it carefully, and found that although he has always called the person who adopted him as the "governor", in fact, what this person has done basically has nothing in common with any of his benefactors. The most important thing is that she doesn't have any money of her own to spend. In fact, it is not appropriate to use the title "governor".

It is more reasonable to use the title "breeder".

"Stop coming..."

The other party was probably not sober after drinking, so he slapped him on the shoulder enviously but couldn't help saying maliciously: "The smell of a woman on you is about to overflow. Such a fragrant smell, it seems You've had a good time recently."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but took a deep breath, squinting his eyes as if he was reminiscing about the faint fragrance mixed in this chaotic environment, and his tone was inevitably sour: "If I had a picture like you face, there is no need to worry about not having money to spend."

aroma?

Fu Heisher sniffed, but he didn't smell the fragrance that the other party said from himself.

He seldom leaves anything on himself that might expose him, no matter whether it is smell or other characteristics, basically there will be no residue on him, and the only bit of self-control he has is probably used for such things.

——Of course, it is unavoidable that these things were rejected by him because none of them could bring him a sense of stimulation, but in general, few people would say that he has a fragrance on him.

Even when he was taken care of by the former benefactor, no one ever mentioned this.

The smell on him will only have the smell of the gold master.Those strong or light perfume smells, some of which he can appreciate, and some of which he has not been able to appreciate until now, linger on the bodies of women of all shapes and contaminate him, making him feel sweet too. A little taste of the love they longed for.

It's a pity that whenever he keeps a certain distance from his benefactors, he will habitually clean up the smell on his body, just like how he left very quickly when his benefactors really couldn't afford to pay him a high maintenance fee.

But after thinking about it carefully, Fu Heisher suddenly realized where the smell on his body came from.

Flowers are blooming on the balcony of his current keeper.

His breeder is another person who likes to mess with her balcony potted plant.

In this season, every time he goes home, he doesn't even need to count the specific location of their house. Looking up, the balcony with the most beautiful branches is her house.

Recently, she has become more interested in viewing flowers. As long as she has time, she will be willing to move a recliner and put it on the balcony that has been squeezed by her potted plants and there is almost no free space. She will hold him and the other two little ghosts on the balcony. Lie down for a while.

His appreciation of flowers is basically determined by the benefactor's love for flowers, but as a cat, he is sure that his appreciation of flowers is no better than that of elementary school students. He is better at viewing flowers.

But she's clearly not that kind of person.

She likes to put her arms around him and tell them when she raised those potted plants, what species they were, how she repeatedly selected for a month or two, and then struggled to choose these among the countless grass species that are now in her How to care for each kind of potted plants, which one has suffered from insect infestation before, which one has been sick before and was finally rescued by her ingenious hand...

There are quite a few scattered ones, and even now they have not been repeated.

Therefore, although those flowers hadn't bloomed for a long time, both living and non-living things in that house were infected with her breath, so that he didn't even feel that there was a flower fragrance left on his body before he went out.

Fu Heisher carefully distinguished it again, and finally smelled the scent of roses that was quite indistinguishable to him in the smoky environment.

It was the smell of the newly cut Winston flower that was just put on today. He rubbed the flower habitually when he got up today, and the smell probably picked up at that time.

——Under her enthusiastic science popularization, the three cats in the house have probably memorized the names of those sweet babies on her balcony, how they bloomed, how young they were, and how old they were, even he couldn't avoid it.

Realizing this, Fuhesher's mood suddenly became a little worse.

He put down the wine glass in his hand, and the glass knocked on the bar with a crisp sound, which stopped the chattering words around him for a moment, and the disturbing silence spread briefly and quickly, and everyone's eyes were on the ground for a while. If there is nothing, it is placed on Fuheshier's body.

Although this guy is an incomparably bad guy, it doesn't change that he is the unique king in this dark world.

The title of Heaven and Tyrant is not just obtained as Heaven and Curse.

It was a title measured by the blood on his hands.

"Purchase..."

Fu Heisher touched his pocket nonchalantly, as if he didn't know that a glass of ice water actually didn't cost money.

In fact, he didn't take out a steel coin from his pocket, he pretended perfunctorily that he wanted to pay the bill, and then added: "I didn't bring any money, just put it on your account."

This place also gradually made him feel bored.

It's better to change the place next time.

And recently, the breeder's attendance time is not fixed because of the Winter Cup, so it's better to go back early.

Otherwise, if she caught her this time, she might really stew herself.

"Mr. Fu Hei..." I don't know who suddenly said in the crowd, "I want to talk to you about something... I don't know if it's convenient?"

The business between heaven and the tyrant is here again.

The dim and chaotic environment immediately returned to its original noise, but it was inevitable that there was more envy for Fu Heisher.

As a heaven and a tyrant, he can get a considerable profit from every transaction, as long as a single business is the money that they, who are not good enough, can't make money in their entire lives.

Coupled with that pretty boy face, even if he doesn't do the work of Heaven and Tyrant and just wants to be a boy boy and wait to die, there are still a large group of women who are willing to wave their money to support him.

Such a life is so longing for people like them who live in such a dream.

Fu Heisher didn't expect that there would be someone directly coming to him. The previous missions were introduced to him by the middleman Kong Shiyu, but few people would choose to deal with him face to face, so that he only remembered it at this time I have not opened a business for several months.

He was hard to find on the one hand, mainly because those who came to him for business were also quite afraid of him.

After all, everyone can't guarantee when someone will ask him to pay for his own head. Although it's useless to use such an escape method, it can give him some psychological comfort to avoid him.

As a staff member, he respects the choices of his customers.

But forget it now.

Fu Heisher waved his hand lazily, pointed to his waist and said, "I'm recuperating, I won't accept business recently."

After he finished speaking, he left here without looking back, thinking that the next time he went out to have fun, he had to find a place he hadn't been to, otherwise it would be troublesome to always be introduced to work.

What a joke, who can live comfortably without working without eating and drinking for free, who wants to work.

And this kind of thing has to be prepared for a few days. If it disappears for such a long time, it's hard to say whether the breeder will really lock him in the cage next time.

The black cat flicked its tail contentedly, jumped onto the wall, and disappeared into the overlapping high-rise buildings in Tokyo in a blink of an eye.

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