Traveling with Indra

The Donquigota family received a report of the damage last night. Although they don't remember who did it, they are used to it. Most likely, they were turned into toys by Sugar-sama, so their memories were completely wiped out. The disappearance of a few people in Dressrosa is not a big deal. Anyway, no one will report the disappearance.

Early in the morning, Lord Pica repaired the damaged cadre tower. It was okay as long as the iron sheet on the outside had not been repaired yet. As long as Lord Sugar's rest was not disturbed, the repair could be delayed for two days.

Everything in the family was running as usual, without any disturbances.

The sun was shining outside, and the breeze was not dry. In this passionate country, apart from a woman who stabbed someone out of love, there didn't seem to be many violent incidents.

Ming Luo walked briskly, carrying a shopping bag in her hand, and walked around several toy houses. She bought some things and headed for the boat.

The cute little dog following me took elegant cat steps, stopping from time to time to sniff the flowers and plants on the roadside, as if exploring every corner of the world.

The big fox stood at the bow and watched, and when he saw the people coming back, he put them into the barrier. "What's the situation?"

Ming Luo put down the bag of clothes, took out the food she brought for Jiu Lama and handed it to him. "It's OK, there is no riot, it has calmed down as expected. Then we shouldn't set up any defenses tonight, and the plan will proceed as usual."

"That's good." Jiu Lama was a little impatient. He didn't like the feeling of missing out. The two of them were both named Otsutsuki, so they must be people the old man knew.

Ming Luo returned to her room to rest. Everything here was arranged according to her preferences, but there were many unfamiliar photos in her phone, including those that were obviously of Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Izuna, and Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobirama. She didn't remember seeing those four people at all.

"Is it because I met you that I was forced to forget?" Ming Luo put down her phone, her eyes fell on the photo of him without opening his eyes. She used this as her screen saver, and there was no need to explain their relationship.

This feeling of being in love as soon as she woke up could make her scream in her heart for three days. But what was even worse was that she forgot about the person, although it was passive, but she forgot the person she liked, and she always felt like a bit of a scumbag in front of the little black cat.

Maomao said nothing and didn't ask for anything, she was just worried that she would do something wrong.

The door was pushed open, and a stout little black cat poked his head out. His paws froze for a moment when their eyes met, and then he stepped in as if nothing had happened and gently closed the door with his hind legs.

Indra took an elegant cat step, jumped onto the low cabinet at the head of the bed, sat down gracefully, and flicked his long tail. "I heard from Jiu Lama that you looked bad when you came back."

Ming Luo looked at the worried eyes and felt her cheeks getting hot for no reason. She buried her head in her knees and said in a dull voice, "It's nothing."

Indra knew her very well. She could not let go of even the smallest thing. With such a big thing on her mind, she would not be able to eat or sleep well and would find it difficult to calm down.

"Is it the loss of memory... that makes you uneasy?"

"The memory will be regained soon." Ming Luo shook her head gently. She was not sad about the memory.

"Is my existence bothering you?" Indra's eyes fell on the phone. There was a photo of him on it, which was Mingluo's favorite one recently.

【You noticed it. 】

"A little bit."

"I'll tell you everything you want to hear, but I think you'd prefer autonomy."

"Don't be so nice." Ming Luo's cheeks turned even redder, and she pounded the pillow in a rage. Her dark, clear eyes revealed a hint of shame and annoyance, as if covered by a veil, making her as dazed and intoxicated as when she was slightly tipsy.

Indra stared into her eyes, and his cat face actually managed to show a bit of a smile: "Heh~ Does that bother you?"

This sound of distress had a completely different meaning from the previous one, which made Ming Luo directly reach out and pick up the ragdoll cat, and give him a fierce massage, kneading him madly without any mercy.

"You'll be naughty and want to bully me!"

"Woo~Woo...Hmm..." Indra was rubbed so hard that he couldn't take care of himself. His claws were stretched stiffly. It was truly a torture.

[It turns out that... you, as a normal person, still managed to control yourself. ]

[After you recover your memory, don't regret doing this. ]

After a long fight, Mingluo relaxed and collapsed on the bed with her eyes closed. If you have a lover, then you have a lover. Since it is your own decision, you will have to bear the consequences if you regret it.

Love is not a matter of life and death.

Anyway, even if he lost his memory, his impression of him was still good.

Seeing that her mood had improved, Indra held the thin blanket in his mouth and pulled it up to cover Mingluo, then slowly left. "Have a good rest."

"Woo." Ming Luo never thought that she would be coaxed by a cat boyfriend.

In the evening, Ashura woke up from the boys' room and looked around in confusion. He saw the little black cat on the other bed, raised his paw to take a look, and sighed heavily.

"Ahhh, I missed three meals." For a foodie, turning into a toy is a critical 1000% damage.

"Your last name is Otsutsuki, so who is your father?" Indra was helpless with the crying dog. He still couldn't figure out why he had to be roommates with such a troublesome guy!

"Otsutsuki Hagoromo."

Hearing this name, Indra's face darkened. After all, he and this big dog are brothers. Because of the blood relationship that he cannot choose, he can only live with him.

"What about you?" Asura was very curious. People with the same surname mean they are relatives.

"..."

"Hey~hey~" Why don't you say anything?

Indra sighed. Blood ties could not be denied. "Me too."

Ashura jumped up and came in front of the little black cat, sticking out his tongue. "Are we brothers?"

“……” Indra turned his head away and said nothing. He would rather not have such a brother.

"Are you still unhappy? I just feel that... you are a gloomy person with a bad temper!" Asura complained bluntly. He felt that the gap between him and Indra was too big.

Asura felt that it was meaningless to talk with him, so he ran out happily on his four paws, shouting: "Mingluo...He and I are brothers, am I the older brother or the younger brother?"

"The diary will call itself."

"No, no, I don't want to read my diary." Asura covered his face with his claws, feeling so ashamed!

Mingluo glanced at the rolling dog and then turned her attention to the two cats. Indra and Youlu were in sync, squatting in the same dignified manner, like a mother cat giving birth to a kitten.

[Poof~ No way! ]

[This metaphor is so strange.]

In Indra's eyes, this smile was that of a lover without memories, but he was still the most special one to him, and his heart was filled with happiness.

He shook his ears with pleasure, picked up the chopsticks that the big dog had knocked over, used his paws to wipe the oil stains on the floor with a rag, and helped clean the kitchen.

"So capable." Ming Luo couldn't help but praise Maomao. He must be her older brother.

Indra did not reply, but polished the floor till it was shiny.

Asura turned his head away dully, thinking that he could no longer keep this brother.