[Rebirth] Soul Master Beast Pet

"Boom", the little hairball finally pounced, although the target was wrong.

Adair stared blankly at the yellow fur ball that hit his chest and fell to the ground, vaguely feeling that he had seen it somewhere before.Looking up at Rist, he found that the child's eyes were full of smiles. Although the expression didn't change, the trembling shoulders showed that the child was holding back his laughter and was not far from collapse.

The little fur ball fell to the ground, shaking its fur frantically.

see?Was it still hit by Lao Tzu?When he looked up, he saw a completely unfamiliar face.

The little furball exploded in an instant, staring at Adair, baring his teeth and threatening.

"This is... a soul beast?" Adair pointed to the little fur ball on the ground, and looked at Lister with a puzzled expression.

"Maybe." Rist shrugged.

Hearing the sound, the little furball turned around and pounced enthusiastically after seeing Rist.

Rist stopped teasing him, reached out to catch it, and put it on his shoulder.

The little fur ball is not big, and it doesn't weigh much. If you put it on your shoulders, you won't feel tired or get in the way.

The little furball stood firmly on Rist's shoulder, and continued to grin at Adair.

"Don't make trouble."

The little furball immediately closed its mouth, leaving only a pair of big eyes, rolling around.

"Where are we going?" Seeing the carriage parked behind Adair, the little furball asked curiously.

"Go to a lively place." After Adair got into the carriage, Rist got into the carriage.

"Is there any fun to watch?" The voice of the little fur ball sounded a little excited.

"You show me the fun?" Riester raised his eyebrows.

"..." The little hairball shut up, quietly stood on Rist's shoulder, pretending to be dead.

Rist raised the corners of his mouth happily.

"What breed is this?" On the carriage, Adair stared at the little fur ball for a long time, but couldn't tell which species the little fur ball belonged to, so he asked shamelessly.

Although he is 27 years old, Adair thinks that he is not a knowledgeable sage, and he has not traveled the whole continent to increase his knowledge. It is normal that there will be things he does not know. If you don’t understand, just ask. This is nothing more than normal.On the road of seeking knowledge, there is no old or young.

"I don't know." Riester replied politely.

"Don't know?" Adair raised an eyebrow.

"If the wind blows into the house, we pick it up and raise it."

"Who was blown into the house by the wind! What do you mean picking it up! Can you pick me up?!" The little fur ball exploded again.

Rist stretched out his hand, and under the puzzled eyes of the little furball, flicked it hard, and the little furball was immediately bounced out and hit the carriage door.

"Don't make noise." Riester frowned slightly, seeming a little unhappy.

The little fur ball fell to the ground, rolled twice, and stopped rolling when it bumped into Lisiter's feet. He raised his face and looked at Lister with tears in his eyes.

In fact, the little furball didn't intend to make this expression on purpose, but the pain caused the tears to come out naturally. Coupled with his pair of big eyes, there is a pitiful and pitiful feeling.

"Don't make noise, don't make noise." Staring at the tearful little fur ball for a while, Rist bent down, picked up the little fur ball and put it on his lap.

The little furball blinked, and nestled obediently on Riester's lap.

It seemed that as long as he stared at Rist, Rist would soften his heart.Why is this?The eyeballs rolled around, and the little furball decided to find another chance to try again.

Rist looked out the window, leaning on the wall of the car with one hand to support his head, and resting the other hand casually on his lap, his index finger stroked the soft long hair of the little furball.

The little fur ball stretched out after being stroked, rubbed against Rist's thigh, and fell asleep.

Adair sat across from Lister. Although he was reading a book, he paid attention to Lister from the corner of his eye.Adair suddenly discovered that this young man who had been ignored by him and the family was more aristocratic than any young master or lady in the family.The way he looks now is completely different from the lifeless look he had when we first met.

It was as if Rist was still wearing the same patched suit that he had seen yesterday, but his casual movements and his half-smile expression were all mysterious and elegant like a nobleman.Adair could even imagine how radiant this young man would be if he put on a fancy dress.

Can a person's growth really cause such a huge change in him?Can a person's growth really be separated from his growth environment?

Adair felt very puzzled, accompanied by a strong curiosity.

Rist knew that Adair had been watching him, but he remained unmoved, although most of the reason was because he was too lazy to move.

So this morning, the uncle and nephew ended in silence.

"Master District Chief, do you want lunch?"

There was only one man traveling with Adair, and it seemed that this man took care of everything along the way.

"Well, pick any place you want."

"Yes."

The man seemed to know Adair's habits very well, so when he heard the word "casual", he neither felt troubled nor surprised, but closed the door obediently and continued to drive the carriage.

"Master District Chief, we're here." Fifteen minutes later, the man opened the carriage door again.

"Yes." Adair put down the book and got out of the carriage.

Rist got out of the car with the little fur ball in his arms.The little furball was still sleeping, and Rist was afraid that he would fall off when he was placed on his shoulders, so he could only hold it in his arms.

The carriage stopped just in front of a restaurant. Liszt looked at the restaurant and then at the town where they were located. He guessed that this was the best restaurant in the town.

However, for Rist, who has eaten coarse grains and wild vegetables for three months, the meals cooked in any ordinary restaurant are delicacies from mountains and seas, which are impeccable.

"Is there anything you like to eat?" Adair asked Rist politely after asking for a box to sit down.

"I want to eat braised pork ribs, boiled chicken, river crab, sea fish!..." As soon as he smelled the food, the little fur ball immediately opened his eyes, standing on Liszt's shoulder with vigor and drooling.

"Uncle decides." Rist glanced at the little fur ball on his leg.

Drooling just smelling it?There's nothing delicious here, how low is this little furball's food requirements?

The little furball was almost paralyzed by Rist's poke, and was rolling on Rist's legs in pain and anger.

Rist only glanced at him, then ignored him and looked around boredly.

The little fur ball rolled for a while, but when it found that no one was paying attention to him, it stopped and looked at Rist helplessly.

Really, don't you know how to comfort me?Sourness!bad guy!Badass!Necrosis!

Obviously avoiding the idea of ​​conscious communication, Rist still seemed to feel something, and flicked his fingers on the little fur ball.

The little hairball wants to cry but has no tears.How did he contract such a contractor? He bullied him in various ways after only getting along for less than a day...

Seeing the depression of the little furball, Rist twitched the corners of his mouth happily.

Although this little guy may not be useful, but it can be used for entertainment by accident, so it might be good to keep it.

When eating, Rist is naturally responsible for feeding the little furball.

After eating a chicken leg, the little furball still opened its mouth wide, urging Rist to give him something delicious.

Give two more green vegetables, and the little hairball smacks his lips, still wanting more.

Rist looked at the dishes on the table, and stuffed a piece of ribs into the mouth of the little hairball.

Whether it was meat or bones, the ribs went into the mouth of the little hairball, and they disappeared without even spitting out a bone.

Rist frowned and put down his chopsticks.

"What's the matter, Rist? I want more, I want more!" Seeing Rist put down the chopsticks, the little furball twisted its body in dissatisfaction.

There was no way, he really wanted to jump on the table and give him a blow, but Rist kept grabbing his hair to keep him from moving. Fortunately, Rist still had a conscience and knew how to feed him.

But he hasn't eaten enough yet, so why did he put down his chopsticks?No, no, he still wants to eat!There's still so much to eat!

"Don't eat it, I'll eat it at night." Rist went around and touched the suspected stomach in front of the little fur ball.

"No! No! I want to eat it!" When he heard that he couldn't eat any more, the little fur ball quit.

I didn't let him eat enough last night, so why not let him eat today!

"Rist, your pet... doesn't seem to be full. These, let's see what he likes."

Adair has been paying attention to the situation of one person and one ball on the opposite side. He finds it interesting to see the little furball showing its teeth and claws. Although he wonders how the little guy can eat so much, he can't bear to see that he hasn't eaten enough.

"No need. If you eat too much, you will feel uncomfortable."

Adair raised an eyebrow.

Can't tell, this child has a smiling and kind face, but he is also stern.

The pet is Rist, so Adair naturally didn't say much, ordered black tea, took a sip, but felt that it didn't suit his taste, so he put it down.

"Can we continue on our way?" Adair looked at Rist.

"of course."

So the uncle and nephew got into the carriage and continued on their way.

"Eat! I still want to eat! I still want to eat!" The little furball writhed restlessly in Rist's arms, struggling to get out of Rist's control.

Rist completely ignored the howling of the little fur ball, grabbed his long hair and held it in his hand, and didn't let go until the carriage door was closed.

As soon as Liszter let go, the little furball rushed to the door of the carriage. After bouncing there for a long time, he couldn't find a way to get out. Turning around, Liszt was lying on the soft couch of the carriage, as if he was about to go out. Nap.

ah! ! !Jumping violently twice, the little fur ball became quiet in an instant, and settled at the door as if it had taken root, without moving, just like a fur ball.

Rist opened his eyes a little, looked at the furious little furball standing at the door of the carriage, curled his lips, and took a nap.