After the villain Demon King took the halo

Didn't they say it's good to feed the little fish!

Xue Nan had no interest in the fishy goat's milk, so he turned around in disgust, pointed his butt at the goat's milk dish, and wagged his tail once and for all.

He is not a dedicated cat, he has no thought of combing his messy fur, but he has inherited the nature of all cats who hate water, and he is unwilling to give this plate more eyes.

Even though he clearly expressed his refusal, Shengzi still put the plate of goat milk next to him, and he could touch it with a slight bow: "Isn't Mimi hungry? Your injury is not healed yet, drinking a little will help you recover? "

He is very patient, as if what is in front of him is not a kitten, but an awkward and emotional lover, and there is only one thing he needs to do, and that is to coax the cat.

"Take a sip, just one sip, okay?" Shengzi stretched out his index finger with a ring and poked the messy kitten ball. Even though there was no response, he didn't stop, "I'll play the tune for you. You Do you have a favorite type?"

"Haha, Father, this is a cat, not a human being, how can I understand what you say?"

Several guests and the proprietress who were still awake in the tavern all set their sights on this novel creature sitting on the bar counter. It was so small and soft that one hand could hug it.It looks so soft and cute, with two pointed ears standing on the plush head, a pair of big and round eyes, with the unique cunning of feline creatures, the body is even more round like a ball, and it can send out heart-warming sounds. All melting tits.

Just like at this moment: "Mi——"

Who are you looking down on!

Xue Nan glared fiercely at the guest who laughed at him. If it wasn't for the injuries in his body that hadn't healed, he would definitely jump up and give him a paw now.

He moved his buttocks and turned around, and licked several mouthfuls of goat milk. Since he was not yet able to control the cat's body proficiently, he licked the goat milk all over the place, and a few drops of white goat milk were stuck on the small whiskers around his mouth. Milk.

"Mimi is so good." Master Shengzi praised with a smile, as if the cat didn't drink a few sips of goat milk, but did something like save the world, "What do you want to hear?"

I can't speak now, how should I choose.

Xue Nan let out a long meow, and impatiently pushed away the big head that belonged to the Son of Humanity and brought it in front of him.

Why don't you blow everything you know?

he thought defiantly.

Shengzi took out a silk handkerchief and wiped away the milk stains around his mouth: "Thank you, Your Highness, for giving me this face. I will start every song. If there is a melody I like, please meow, Your Highness, okay?"

It's exactly what I want.

Xue Nan took the initiative to rub the Holy Son as a reward.

But when this stupid human being wanted to take the initiative to touch him, he was deftly avoided.

Shengzi had no choice but to understand that the kitten would not let him touch it, so he took off the flute at his waist and began to play.

Although he is the holy son of the temple and has countless reputations and admiration, his status is actually very embarrassing: the holy son has no right to inherit the position of the pope, and the pope always chooses from the next cardinal archbishop, and The current pope has lived a long time, and looks like he could live a long time.Therefore, the Holy Son is more a symbol of the temple—commonly known as the mascot.

It is true that the pope regards him as very important, controlling behavior, domesticating character, and controlling freedom, in order to make him willingly become a container for the gods and a tool for the pope to continue his life.

Under this premise, they will not teach the Holy Son many things, such as offensive magic, and will not open the library's permissions, but they will teach him a lot in side subjects that do not involve schoolwork, such as music, painting and other arts. .

To put it simply, he plays the flute very well.

The kitten faced him lazily, its paws and tail were tucked away, and it was sitting in a dignified posture.But after a while, he half-lyed crookedly on the mat.

There are a lot of songs in the Holy Children's Association. He can play a piece of popular music in the imperial capital or country tunes. He plays each piece for tens of seconds. If Xue Nan doesn't respond, he will skip to the next one.

Many people couldn't help making a sound when they heard the heart-warming piece, but no matter how much they begged the Holy Son to continue playing the piece, he never stopped until he got Xue Nan's approval.

And Xue Nan was staring intently at a black spot on the old wooden table. The table had a layer of thick stains that hadn't been wiped clean all year round, as if that spot was something unique, and it would disappear soon if you didn't stare.

This contemptuous attitude continued until the Holy Son blew the opening note of No.12.

A string of smooth and beautiful notes floated out from that unattractive flute, which you can buy several at any time in the market, occupying everyone's ears with an extremely domineering attitude, even the cat who wanted to protest Drinkers who understand music open their mouths, forgetting what they want to say.

The melody is lively and joyful. Those who listen to the melody can't help but beat along with the melody, and those who can sing gently respond to it.

Just when everyone was regretting that this song could only be listened to for a few tens of seconds and was about to switch to the next song soon, Xue Nan let out a meow.

He slowly sat upright on the soft cushion, and he pressed out a small hole in the center of the cotton cushion. His paws and tail were well tucked away. There is no habit of other cats whose tail and body are not of the same species.

Like a gentleman cat.

The gentleman cat meowed lightly.

There is a bard sitting in the center of the noisy and crowded tavern. The tables and chairs in the tavern are dilapidated, and the drunks are lying in the corner of the tavern. The screams of children sounded; the stingy boss was reluctant to part with the electric lights, and only lit a few candles that were about to burn out; the already narrow aisle was full of wine barrels...

To be honest, this is not a quiet, playable place, and the endless noise will affect the player's state.

But the Holy Son seemed not to be affected by the noisy environment at all, and accurately captured the little meow that was submerged in the noise.

He continued to play the tune.

When the music started, all the surrounding sounds faded away in an instant, Xue Nan only saw the human being sitting in front of him playing the flute.

The other party seemed to be glowing, the only light source in the center of the field of vision, and his already outstanding appearance was now even more eye-catching, as if all the light in the world were converging on him.

That piece of music also reached its climax. Unexpectedly, the prelude was so cheerful, but at the climax, it became uncharacteristically low, and the whimpering sound of the music seemed to be crying.

All thoughts disappeared in an instant, Xue Nan didn't think about the character, identity, or purpose of the person in front of him, he stared at Shengzi without blinking, his body and mind were occupied by the music of the other party, his body took a step ahead of his brain, Subconsciously, he stretched out his paws to explore the feather decorations hanging on the flute——

"Be careful." When he was about to fall, Sheng Zi grabbed the kitten's weak body, put him back on the mat, and said kindly, "Be careful. Next time, I will beat you gone."

The music stopped abruptly, but the others hadn't recovered from the atmosphere just now, and there was a moment of silence in the tavern.Xue Nan stared at him without blinking, his black glazed eyes closely followed the glowing young man, and let out a thin and long sound: "Meow——"

What he wants to ask is, what is the tune you are playing?

Why did it make him feel sad, his heart sour and swollen, and he was about to be breathless?

"Do you want to play?" Shengzi didn't understand this complicated meow, and found that the target of Xuenan's action just now was his own flute, so he removed the feather decoration and handed it to the kitten to play with. After doing too many movements, I had to do it little by little. After handing the decoration to the cat, I touched his head again, feeling the slight trembling of the thin ears in the palm of my hand, and my heart became softer, "I will find another place for you tonight. of."

That's not it.

Xue Nan bit the feather decoration angrily, tearing apart the fur on it. He didn't want to play with this little thing that was very suitable for cats. feeling bad.

If only he was human.

Xue Nan wished so much that she could speak, move, and look at the Holy Son now, instead of being treated as a pet by him.

But the second this thought just came up, he was ruthlessly overturned: If he was still Xue Nan, would the Son of God let him choose the music so gently, and then play it for him?

Will you still be so gentle with him?Will you call him Your Highness Meow in a good temper?

Before entering the tavern, everything didn't matter, he was ready to slip away after treating his injuries, but now, he hesitated.

The tenderness shown by the other party is for a cat.

Xue Nan was suddenly sad.

Although he didn't know where the sadness came from.

Someone asked his previous question: "Father, what piece did you play just now?"

"I wrote the tune myself, without a name." Although he was answering someone else's question, Shengzi's eyes were fixed on Xuenan, seeing him looking downcast and depressed, he wanted to coax him but didn't know where to start.

"Is it written for lovers? The melody at the beginning is very lively." A person who knows a little music then asked.

"Yes." The Holy Son admitted, "but there was no result. He left and went to a place that I couldn't find."

This is also the reason for the sudden dip in the climax tempo.

In fact, the rhythm of the original tune is even lower than this, as if it has lost the meaning of life.But the Holy Son just found the person he was thinking of, and in this mood, he couldn't restore the original rhythm well.

When he said this, he was keenly aware that the cat looked up at him, paused, and then began to bite the feather decoration with great strength, as if releasing emotions.

The Son was even more confused.

No matter how powerful people are, they can't know the heart of a cat.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!