The cat who wears Jackie Chan

"Little cat, how is Fellow Daoist Mu?" Yu Mengsong, who came to visit, called.

Before entering the door, he was blocked outside the courtyard by Le Yuan who hurried over.

"Don't come in! Except for me, Lao Mu sees everyone going crazy."

Mu Xuefeng did not fully recover.As long as he saw other people, it was like bumping into a ghost—not that he showed fear on his face, but that his murderous aura surged, roaring and screaming, trying to break free and tear the person in front of him to pieces.

If Tuo Mosuo didn't control him, he must have already started killing in Yu's house.

Le Yuan hugged him and coaxed him for a long time, and just now coaxed him to sleep, don't be woken up by Yu Mengsong again.

"Besides you, everyone will go crazy when they see it?" Yu Mengsong's eyes lit up when he heard this, "So, you can suppress his inner demons? Raising a cat to prevent inner demons has this kind of benefit!"

Meow?This guy has a strange brain circuit, and he can actually interpret it like this, and it sounds like "raising children to prevent old age".

But Le Yuan was quite pleased with what he heard.

"Ah, I really want to raise a cat to accompany me when my inner demons flare up..." Yu Mengsong continued to mutter.

Tsk, you don't look like you have a demon in your head, you perverted cat idiot!

"I've troubled your family for the past two days, and Lao Mu can't let you see, what else can I do?" Le Yuan asked.

"Oh, there's news from Jianzong," Yu Mengsong said a little more seriously, "Elder Song has returned to the mountain gate to receive the punishment, but he didn't say something, you need to come to the door to clarify, Jianzong will give you a compensation, Mu Fellow Daoist's inner demons will also be relieved for him."

"No," Le Yuan said immediately, "at least not now."

If you and your owner are following the evil path, the answer is probably that we will go on the day when Qinglian Sword Sect is conquered.

But the two of us are not so evil, there must be many innocent people in Jianzong who don't know, so let's forget about killing the family.

Right now, the owner is still crazy, and he is a war scum who lacks positive combat power, so going directly to the door is tantamount to being bullied for nothing.Let's go after the owner wakes up, accompanied by a Taoist master.

Le Yuan wrote the letter of complaint to the Taoist monastery during his spare time taking care of the owner, rented a green luan raised at the Jinguan City post station, and sent it back, and it took a few days before he heard back.

Yu Mengsong didn't persuade him anything, and took out a book with a blue cover: "Jianzong knew about the situation of Fellow Daoist Mu, and sent a copy of the Wisdom Sword Cleansing Heart Formula, which can suppress his inner demons. Only real disciples of Daoist Yuanying can practice it, and I have hesitated to pass it on to you." It is a great sin to teach privately, and it is not easy for him to think about it.

Seeing Le Yuan glanced at it but didn't reach out, Yu Mengsong took out another book: "I've read it, and I didn't find anything unusual. If you're suspicious, just take my book."

The two copies of Hui Jian Xi Xin Jue looked similar, bound with cotton thread, one was brand new, the other showed traces of frequent flipping, there was a dog-like word "Yu" written on the cover, and a cat was drawn in stick strokes next to it cat head.

Tsk, the handwriting of the scumbag owner is much better than yours!

"Thank you." Le Yuan took away Yu Mengsong's copy.

The guy still feels believable.If he wanted to hurt himself, a few days in his house would be enough for him.

"You are welcome, kitty. There is also this token of honored guests of Zuixianlou, you can take it." Yu Mengsong handed over a sapphire carp pendant, "Show this thing, and you will be credited to my account for dining in Zuixianlou. "

"Meow, good!" Le Yuan also accepted.It's an all-you-can-drink card, and this guy is quite generous.

Cannibals have short mouths, next time you meet a big black cat, ask in detail if there is any civet in the clan who wants to be a spiritual pet.

"Little cat, call me again if you need something." Yu Mengsong said, his eyes seemed to catch something inadvertently, and he looked somewhere behind Le Yuan, his face suddenly changed.

Le Yuan also turned around.I saw Mu Xuefeng came out of the room at some point and was looking here.With a gloomy face and blood-red pupils, he supported the pillar with one hand, suppressed and endured it as much as possible, his fingertips deeply scratched into the stone pillar, and his whole body was wrapped in a thick black evil spirit.

Old Mu, why did you come out! !

"Go, go!" Le Yuan urged again.

Yu Mengsong ran away quickly.The maid who delivered the water basin before was rolling and crawling, so he was a little bit better than his maid.

Le Yuan rushed back and hugged the owner who was about to go crazy.

"I told you to stay in the house, don't look around!"

The person in his arms was trying his best to suppress his violent consciousness, his blood-red pupils trembled violently, his body couldn't help trembling, and he gasped for breath.

Sensing the riot of his spiritual power, the loosely hanging magic rope quickly tightened, strangling his limbs with a clanging sound.

"Why... talking to Li Gui..., worrying..." Mu Xuefeng said intermittently.

Everyone he saw were ferocious ghosts, only Le Yuan was not.How could he not worry about leaving his cat alone in such a blood pool hell?

Ah, is Yu Mengsong a ghost in the owner's eyes?

Le Yuan suddenly remembered that he took a bath at home in his previous life, and the tabby cat at home always meowed worriedly outside the bathroom, and even opened the door to look. It is said that this is the performance of the cat owner who is worried that he will drown in the bathtub.The reaction of the owner is a bit similar.

Who is the cat!

He hugged Mu Xuefeng and coaxed him for a long time before coaxing him to be quiet and going back to the house to lie down.

Sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the face of the owner falling asleep, Le Yuan froze for a while, then took out the Tianhu Heart Secret Art and started to read it again.

When he raised his head from the book, he glanced at the sky outside, then at Mu Xuefeng who was sleeping, quietly walked out of the room, and closed the door.

This small courtyard is near the back garden, and within a short distance, Le Yuan bumped into Yu Mengsong who was practicing sword in the back garden.Although this guy is not very serious in daily life, he still seems to be able to do it diligently every day.

"Little cat?" Jian Feng paused, Yu Mengsong looked over, "Do you have something to go out?"

"If you don't go out, where is your kitchen?" Le Yuan asked.

"Why," Yu Mengsong was startled, "The food sent didn't suit your taste?"

"No, no, the food is delicious. I want to make some porridge for Lao Mu." Anyway, there is nothing to do when I stay at home...

It's the love porridge for kittens!Yu Mengsong's eyes immediately changed, he really wanted to take a sip, it must be as sweet as a kitten!

However, he still has a bit of emotional intelligence, so he swallowed these words abruptly, and showed Le Yuan the way: "Go in this direction, turn right, and pass through the two moon gates."

"Okay." Le Yuan searched accordingly.

When Mu Xuefeng woke up, a spoonful of warm porridge was being fed into his mouth.

"You're awake," he was greeted by a bright smiling face, no matter how many times he went crazy, there was no trace of fatigue, "You must finish all the porridge I made for you!"

Blood Pond Hell... In the dream he had just escaped from, dirty blood surged up, flooding his mouth and nose, and soaking his body. He was like a piece of wood whose five senses had been wiped out, numb and floating in the boundless sea of ​​blood.The juice that is sent into the mouth at this time is like drinking lava, and there is no taste in it.

Mu Xuefeng looked at the person in front of him, and swallowed the porridge.

In the bloody world surrounded by wronged souls, fortunately, there is one person who is still alive with vivid colors.

His mind was polluted by resentment, and if he thought about unnecessary things for a while, he would have an attack. Only the last ray of consciousness floating on the surface could still think, but it was much slower than before.

This trace of sobriety can only be maintained when looking at the person in front of him.

It's his cat.

He is also... a person who drags the cat and the mouth.

A ripple appeared in the black-red sea of ​​consciousness.His heart fluctuated, and he remembered a sentence he said a long time ago-did I say it?

On a stormy lake, I said to him, "No, you can't cook".

"I take back that sentence." Mu Xuefeng said suddenly, his voice was weak.

"Meow?" Le Yuan didn't respond.Take back which sentence?

Although the owner has always been a person who doesn't talk too much, but after all, he gets along with him day and night, and he has said a lot of words.

"Even if you can't cook, don't..."

do not leave me.

"Huh?" Le Yuan frowned instantly, "Are you despising my cooking skills!"

He immediately took a sip angrily.When making the porridge, the auntie cook was still there to guide him. Rock sugar osmanthus was added to the porridge, which was light and slightly sweet. There was nothing wrong with it, but the owner picked it up.

"Hmph, I'll drink it myself, I won't give it to you."

His wrist is held.

"That was not what I meant."

Le Yuan glared at him again: "Then you boast!" Let me hear, are you complimenting against your will.

"It's very hot." Mu Xuefeng said.

"Well, then what?" These two words are too perfunctory.

Mu Xuefeng thought about it slowly.His mouth and throat were full of cold blood, and he couldn't taste anything, and he was not the kind of person who made up nonsense casually.

"There is no smell of blood." Thinking of the end, Mu Xuefeng said.

This stench of blood is present when drinking water, in soup, in meals, and in medicine pills, but it is not in this bowl of porridge, what is there is just plain peace.

ha?I made sweet porridge, not Maoxuewang duck blood soup... Le Yuan's first reaction was this, and then he froze suddenly, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

What has become of Lao Mu's world?

The raging arrogance was put away, and he couldn't say anything else, Le Yuan said softly: "Then you finish eating."

"it is good."

Without touching the porcelain spoon that scooped up the sweet porridge, Mu Xuefeng leaned over and licked the bright porridge on Le Yuan's lips when he drank the porridge just now.

Le Yuan was stunned.

His cheeks burned instantly, and a pair of cat ears turned uneasily.

Good brother, this kind of joke... really can't be played...

The sound of the beating heart resounded in the chest like a drum.

Normally, he would run away and find a place where no one was around to calm down, but the owner's current situation cannot be separated from people.

Something is wrong... Wuwu, something is wrong! !

"Very sweet." Mu Xuefeng, who had become dull, hadn't noticed what happened to Le Yuan, and after a pause of two breaths, she replied seriously.

He, who didn't know how to eat, finally tasted the sweetness from this mouthful.

you are a-

The peerless fool!

Le Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his face, trying to get rid of the burning trace.He also couldn't get angry with the owner who is still not so sane, so he had to pick up the porridge bowl again and finish feeding it mouthful.

After drinking the porridge, in order to divert his attention, Le Yuan hurriedly took out the Huijian Xinxin Jue given by Qinglian Jianzong: "This is a technique for suppressing demons, take a look."

Originally, I was worried about whether the owner could practice as usual. Seeing that he just opened the book, he immersed himself in it. It seems that the instinct of cultivation is still there.

Le Yuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief, hoping it would be useful.

After staying at Yu's house for a few days, Le Yuan received a letter from the Taoist monastery.

Master Luo is coming to take them to Mount Shu where Qinglian Sword Sect is located.She protects her shortcomings and is not easy to provoke, this time she must let Qinglian Jianzong give an explanation.

After taking the wound medicine and resting in bed, Mu Xuefeng's injury also healed very quickly, but the demon still broke out from time to time.

The Wisdom Sword Cleansing Heart Art is somewhat useful, better than nothing, it can temporarily suppress his desire to kill.

Every time Le Yuan took the food and utensils from the maid outside the yard, or Yu Mengsong came, said a few words and turned around, he could see Mu Xuefeng who was resting in bed insisted on standing at the door and staring.

Even if he is haunted by evil spirits, his pupils are blood red, he is desperately enduring the killing intent, and his wrists and ankles are tightly tightened by the magic rope, he still has to stare at him.

It's like a cat afraid of drowning in its own bath.

Ugh.

Le Yuan sighed quietly, since the owner became a demon, first he felt like a fool, and then he seemed to have some kind of mental illness...

But now he can barely control himself from going mad and hurting others, so it can be considered that his mental illness has improved?

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