On the correct way for cats to attack their owners

Yan Rong tore off An Qian's collar, revealing his sharp fangs.The cold fangs were attached to An Qian's warm skin, and there was a slight tingling sensation. The blood in the body gradually flowed away from the place where the tingling sensation came from. The flow was not only blood but also soul power.

An Qian struggled at first, but as his blood and soul power drained away, he finally stared blankly at the sky.

Green grass and blue sky, four cats are walking on the grass, the most calm one walks in the front, the second one walks with a ruffian at the corner of the mouth, and the childish kitten at the end drags one with its tail. The yawning is more immature pussy forward.

Four cats are walking on the grass, and the cat in the front is telling a story to the three young brothers.

"Far away from this world, there is a world called "Qinghe". That world is ruled by a group of foxes, who practice magical magic."

"Mofan? Is it delicious?" Cat, the third eldest, finally carried the younger brother on his back helplessly. The younger brother was sleepy and muttered when he heard the elder brother's voice.

"Xiaoqian, you, it's okay if you don't listen, you will always stay by Mommy's side." The elder brother's gentle voice was full of affection and a smile, and the third brother trembled when he heard it.

"Brother, keep talking, call me when you are eating. Third brother, don't shake, it's so uncomfortable to fall asleep. Second brother, I want you to hug me." The younger brother turned over and rolled off the third brother, and was taken The ruffian-angered second brother caught it.

"However, there is a strange species in the fox family, a young fox born with nine tails but not quite like a fox. This young fox has killed his brothers and sisters since birth. The fox family found that this young fox sucked the blood of other foxes. After the blood, the mana will increase automatically without practicing. Frightened, the fox family decided to kill the alien, but the son of the patriarch accidentally discovered that the blood of the young fox can increase the mana of other foxes. The fox family decided to raise the young fox in captivity , as a training tool for other foxes."

"But maternal love is great. The young fox's mother risked her life to release the young fox. Later, the young fox escaped to a world called Sin City, and came here in exile. That young fox is our ancestor. Even if the ancestor Escaping like this, still failed to capture the tracking of the fox clan, the ancestors and many descendants of the ancestors were swallowed up by the following fox clan."

"Brothers, if you meet a fox in the future, you must take a detour. If you are lucky enough to go to Sin City, don't panic. If you can't gather a soul image, don't give up. If you are disappointed with your soul image, Don't be dazed."

"We must believe that our bloodline is the strongest."

"The trip to Sin City was a blessing, not a curse. The ancestor's last words were to hope that a descendant would visit Qinghe. But you must be careful of the foxes in Sin City. If you are unfortunately caught and bitten by the neck, don't be afraid."

"Listen to my brother, gather the soul image, our soul image can absorb the soul power of all the creatures we have come into contact with. Then fuse the soul image, use them for your own use, and finally... eat the fox that is pressing on you A killing intent flashed in the elder brother's eyes, "Find the way to Qinghe, avenge the ancestors, and avenge all the companions who died under the fox's mouth, this is the responsibility of all cats who will leave the grass."

"..."

"Xiaoqian, wake up, we're home, we can eat."

An Qian's eyes were dull, thinking of the story his brother told, he moved his fingers limp on the ground, mobilizing the poor soul power in his body to rush to the fingertips, the soul power was constantly being devoured, and finally reached the fingertips. Even the soul image cannot be condensed.

"Brother..." An Qian let out an inaudible groan, as if seeing his brother's face in the sky.

The soul power stopped at the fingertips, and the blood-colored soul power was surrounded by several soul powers of other colors. These soul powers were thicker than the blood-colored soul power, but they didn't seem to belong to An Qian, nor could they be absorbed by Yan Rong.

Fusion of soul power...

The weak blood-colored soul power was guided by the master to pounce on the weakest Yuni's wind soul power. The soft wind instantly turned into a storm when it was attacked, sweeping the blood-colored soul power. The already weak blood-colored soul power became weaker. Zephyr can destroy.

An Qian was in a daze, as if he saw himself running on the grass when he was a child, as if he saw the little master who was holding him in his arms and telling stories, as if he saw Heizi, Triss, Youni, Eisen... finally turned into a man's face.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want to be eaten by this disgusting vixen!

The blood-colored soul power of Starfire burst out suddenly, rushing towards the wind soul power as if they were going to die together, and turned into a scarf to wrap the wind soul power in it.The wind soul power struggled frantically, but in the end it couldn't resist the crazy blood-colored soul power, and was quickly eaten away. The dark green wind was soaked in blood and merged into the blood-colored soul power.The huge blood-colored soul power rushed towards Aisen's seed of life.

The blood-colored soul power with corrosive attributes eroded the Seed of Life, and the originally green Seed of Life dissipated all vitality and exuded the breath of death.

Following the devouring, the weak bloody soul power grew rapidly, and when it had devoured Heizi's Netherfire, it looked towards the last source of ice and snow.The source of ice and snow floated quietly in the blood, the bloody soul slowly approached it, carefully touched its body, and finally bit it.The source of ice and snow only trembled slightly without any resistance.

When the last source of ice and snow melted, An Qian's eyes became focused, and his hand was still weak but he slowly raised it, and black blood droplets condensed in his hand.

eat the...fox on...

The hand turned into a blade and suddenly pierced into Yan Rong's abdomen. The vixen immersed in the growing strength suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at the wound on his abdomen in disbelief. The wound was wriggling and expanding, as if it was being corroded by something.

An Qian pushed Yan Rong away and fell to the ground, panting, supporting the corpse with bloody hands.

"I didn't expect you to still have the strength." Yan Rong licked his lips, stood up covering the wound on his abdomen, and his ten flaming tails moved without wind, "I wanted you to die comfortably, but now..." The words have not yet He was interrupted after speaking.

"Whispering." An Qian supported the tree and stood up, pressing his hand on the tree. The tree body seemed to be unbearable, and his handprints were corroded. The massive blood loss made him pale, and his voice was weak, "I said... I Hate long-winded stuff, and you don't even count stuff."

"You!" Yan Rong's eyes were red with anger, and the flames on his tail ignited the surrounding vegetation and wrapped him and An Qian in a circle of fire, "Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill you!" The ten tails rolled towards you. An Qian, wrapped around An Qian and tightened her grip.

"Cough cough." An Qian's face flushed into a sour purple color, "The one who is going to die...is you." Putting his hand on the furry tail, the fox is afraid of fire, but the flames on Yan Rong's body are safe to protect itself, corroding this A layer of flames burns off the most deadly tail of the fox.

The soul power fused into black corrodes that layer of flames, and the black is like a dancing flame devouring Yan Rong's own fire.

Yan Rong didn't expect the prey in his mouth to become a hunter.The seed of life exuding the breath of death bound his body, and the bone-eating pain came from the tail: "You humble alien!" Roaring angrily, Yan Rong's tail swelled several feet to wrap An Qian in it, and the tail retracted. Tight like a snake clan strangling its prey.

Yan Rong's eyes were red, and there was a maniacal smile on the corner of his mouth. The creature in the tail seemed to be out of breath and remained motionless. Suddenly, Yan Rong let out a scream, and saw blue flames overflowing from his fiery red tail. The tail, the fiery red tail instantly turned blue.

An Qian looked coldly at the fox rolling on the ground, and the phantom of the blood of Nine Tails gathered behind him: "Disgusting vixen, you have no right to call me humble."

"What qualifications do you, the fox family, have to give me the name of a different species!" Step by step towards Yan Rong, the fire of the nether world ignited everything around, and the blood-colored wind whistled and fueled the fire.

"What right do you, the fox family, have to call my lineage humble!" Every step An Qian took seemed to be stepping on Yan Rong's heart.

"You who imprisoned my ancestors are even more despicable. The dignified fox family actually needs the blood of a young fox." An Qian stepped on the wound on Yan Rong's abdomen and crushed it hard, "Is my blood delicious? See You look so intoxicated, it should be very good."

An Qian suddenly sat on Yan Rong, stretched out his hand to open Yan Rong's collar, and rubbed his fingers against the blue carotid artery: "Tell me, if you drink my blood, what will your blood taste like?"

"How dare you! My sister won't let you go!" The itching on Yan Rong's neck made Yan Rong tremble.

"Your sister? I won't let her go." An Qian pressed her hand on the wound on Yan Rong's abdomen. The wound was corroded by black soul power and festered extensively. "Don't worry, I won't drink your Dirty blood."

Yan Rong suddenly had a bad premonition. In the next second, black light gushed out from the palm of An Qian's hand. The blood-colored soul power in Yan Rong's body, which had been obediently allowed to be swallowed, suddenly rose up and turned back to devour their soul power around him. The blood-colored soul power in Yan Rong's body The inner madness raged, sweeping every drop of blood.

"Tell me where Qinghe is, and I'll let you go." An Qian looked at the twitching Yan Rong and said.

"You humble alien, my sister will not let you go..."

"Whispering." An Qian clenched his hand suddenly.In an instant, Yan Rong's eyes widened, and countless red lights rushed out from every gap in his body, bringing his own soul power to An Qian's palm, feeling severe pain, and the soul power was forcibly stripped.

After a long time, Anqian stood up from Yan Rong. The originally delicate young man on the ground was no longer visible. His fair skin was covered in blood. His gray eyes looked at the sky, and he had lost all breath.

The surroundings were scorched black, and only a few clusters of flames were left to dance. An Qian looked into the distance, and a mulberry butterfly was flying beside him, and a black gun was condensed in his hand.

He's going to kill all the candidates and get out from here.