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Chapter 596 Immortal Venerable, Do You Raise Cats? 16
When he went to the lower realm, he deliberately sealed his own strength and memory, turned himself into a baby, and wanted to experience a different life.

But I never thought that I would pick up a cat in the woods.

He remembered that when he met the cat, it was still a small one, a little milk cat less than a month old, but its fur grew surprisingly well.

Snow-white and snow-white, it just looks pitiful, like being abandoned.

He was picked up by an old man when he was a baby, and one was raised by him.

Later, the old man passed away and told his life experience.

He thought he was abandoned.

When he saw the cat for the first time, his first feeling was that the cat was also abandoned.

So, he took her home.

But he never thought that she would have such a big influence on him.

He didn't know what happened that day after he stopped living in the lower realm. When he woke up, he was already in Misty Peak.

When he returned to the lower realm again, the three people were dead and the cat was gone.

He searched for a long time, but couldn't find it.

After returning to Piaomiao Peak, he chose to retreat.

Cultivators, especially those who have lived as long as he has, rarely remember a person or thing for a long time.

However, what this retreat brought him was neither meditation nor letting go.

Instead, the more intense the obsession, the deeper the obsession, you become a demon.

Although he still doesn't know what a cat means to him, he wants to find it and keep it under his wings for protection.

Keep outsiders away from it, and let him be the only one in its life.

……

"Immortal Venerable, here comes the fish." When the Tsing Yi disciple walked into the bamboo house, he saw Xuanmo Immortal Venerable gently stroking the cat in his arms.

And the cat lying in his arms was sleeping soundly.

"Put it on the table, go down." Xuan Mo raised his eyelids, looked at the disciple in Tsing Yi and said, with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

The disciple in Tsing Yi trembled, immediately put the fish on the table in the middle of the bamboo hut, and went out.

Xuan Mo withdrew his gaze, and when he put it in his arms again, there was only strong paranoia and deep tenderness in his eyes.

"Cat." That's great.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed it in the air, and the plate of fish on the table was in his hand.

Mobilizing his spiritual power, the fish on the plate gradually steamed up, and soon the bamboo house was filled with the smell of fish.

Lying in Xuan Mo's arms, Wu Xin moved her nose, opened her eyes, and saw the fish in Xuan Mo's hand, her eyes lit up immediately, struggling to get up.

Xuan Mo reached out and pressed the cat into his arms, "Want to eat?"

"Meow~" thought.

Xuan Mo put the plate on the wooden table beside him, then hugged the cat up, letting her stay in his arms, "I'll feed you."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and picked up the fishbone, and when he picked out the fishbone, he fed the fish to Wu Xin's mouth.

Wuxin stuck out his tongue and licked the fish meat, his expression brightened, and he bit the fish meat.

Xuan Mo felt the warmth coming from his fingertips, his eyes darkened, he took his hand back as if nothing had happened, put it to his lips and licked it gently.

"Meow~" more.

Wuxin raised her head, wanting to ask Xuan Mo to feed again, but when she saw him put his fingers to his lips with a trace of indulgence in his eyes, he froze immediately.

"Hanhan, this immortal looks like a sick Yazi." Wu Xin blinked at Xuan Mo.

Seeing Wu Xin looking at him, Xuan Mo paused for a moment, retracted the dark color in his eyes, and put his finger to Wu Xin's mouth, "Sweet."

Unintentionally "..."

Xuan Mo Jian Wuxin blinked and looked at himself, and felt a warm feeling on his fingertips.

Xuan Mo coughed lightly, and retracted his fingertips.

　good night

　　
　
(End of this chapter)