Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

In fact, she couldn't bear to hit him.

Jingzhi followed him for three whole days. Seeing him go out early and come back late every day just to earn a little money, she couldn't help feeling jealous.

Several times, she secretly pretended to drop money when he passed by, but Uncle Ying was very upright. He picked up the money, chased her, patted her on the shoulder, and returned the money to her.

Jingzhi had no choice but to follow him home.

Until I saw the scene just now.

I can only say it's God's will.

She sighed softly through her nose.

However, this slight movement caught Uncle Ying's attention.

He calmly stood up, holding onto the altar.

He walked to the chair and sat down, then picked up the teacup on the table with his right hand and pretended to drink water.

Jingzhi was frightened by him and did not make any sound.

However, Uncle Ying didn't believe that the thing on the roof would leave so easily.

As he was drinking, he suddenly flicked the cup upwards with force, and a teacup was thrown into the air with a sound of breaking through.

What followed was his stern shout, "Who is it?!"

"Boom!"

"Snapped!"

The former is the crisp sound of a teacup hitting something.

The latter is the crisp sound of the teacup bouncing back, falling to the ground, and breaking into pieces all over the floor.

It felt like something was falling from above my head.

Uncle Ying stepped back, trying to avoid it.

But the thing could move. When it fell into the air, its claws waved helplessly and a shrill scream came from its short beak, as if it was going to die in the next second.

The five disciples who were waiting outside the door rushed in one after another.

"Master, are you destroying the house?"

"Master, I just can't pay the rent. Don't smash the cups. We only have six at home. If you smash one, there will only be five left. Then you can only drink from the spout of the kettle from now on."

Junior Sister Xiaowu came over, looked at the big bump on the head of the white cat in Uncle Ying's arms, then looked at the broken cups on the ground, and immediately frowned, "Master, even if you are in a bad mood, you can't abuse small animals."

She reached out to take the cat from his arms, but the cat seemed to have identified Uncle Ying as its "enemy" and refused to let her hold it.

It raised its furry round head, and its misty cat eyes were full of accusations against Uncle Ying.

Its right front paw waved in the air beside his cheek, eager to try, and from time to time it lightly touched the big bump on its forehead.

When Xiaowu came over, it waved its tail twice, gently wrapped around her wrist and moved to the side.

The force was very light, but Xiaowu felt it.

Thinking that it had some human nature and was angry, and wanted to ask her master for an explanation, Xiao Wu shrugged, put down his hand, and looked at Uncle Ying with dissatisfaction.

Several disciples who were walking behind came over, and after seeing the situation clearly, they also started to criticize Uncle Ying one after another.

Some people were saying things like, "Master, calm down," "Master, this is not right," "Master, the cat is so cute, you have changed," and even someone was whispering about whether the master was a pervert.

Uncle Ying twitched his ears and glared at the third brother, "What are you talking about?! Who's the pervert? This is all a misunderstanding."

The third brother put his hands on his hips, raised his head, and pointed at the cat with a pout, "Did you hit it on the head?"

Uncle Ying ignored him and took a step back: "...Yes, but..."

The third brother made a pause gesture and then pointed to the ceramic fragments on the ground:

"You hit it on the head with the cup?"

Uncle Ying: “Yes, that’s it first…”

The third child made a pause gesture again and pointed at the cat that was about to cry, "Did it hit you first?"

"This..." Uncle Ying was speechless, his breath was stuck in his chest and he almost suffocated, "Then... no."

It was hiding on the roof, and if he hadn't taken that breath, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.

The third brother clapped his hands and spread them aside, "That's it, Master. Tell me yourself, did you do the right thing?"

The air was silent for a moment, with only the cat's meowing as if it was cursing.

Uncle Ying held the cat and sat back on the chair with a heavy plop, a trace of guilt in his eyes.

Not daring to use too much force, I gently touched the bulge on its forehead with my index finger, "...Yes, I'm sorry."

The third brother laughed playfully, resting one elbow on the fourth brother's shoulder and hiding his other hand behind his back. "That's right. He who admits his mistakes and can correct them, is a good master for us."

The kitten waved its paws for a long time but didn't scratch him. Uncle Ying softened his heart and gently pinched its little paw pad and held it in the palm of his hand.

"I will keep it until it heals."

"It's you." Uncle Ying tapped the altar next to him twice with his other hand. "Hand over that crappy book of yours. Don't think I didn't see it."

The third brother smiled sullenly and put the book on the table reluctantly.

The cover of the book is a bit disgraceful.

Xiaowu, a girl, thought it was really an eyesore, so she took a yellow talisman from the altar and pasted it on the cover.

After she finished, she turned around and gently stroked the cat's fur. Her voice was filled with worry about its future and its whereabouts. "Master, we don't have money to pay the rent. It will suffer if it follows us. Do you really want it to follow you?"

All the disciples nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes!"

They came closer with frowns on their faces, "What should we do, Master?"

Even the unruly third brother frowned slightly and sighed.

Uncle Ying felt a headache after being asked this question. He pinched his eyebrows and his mind was in a mess.

"Da da."

Suddenly, I felt a soft touch on the back of my hand.

Uncle Ying looked into his arms. The kitten retracted its claws, turned its belly upwards, and used its two hind paws to push a familiar flyer into his arms.

《Urgent Rental Sale! Only 599, the villa is yours!》

《Action is worse than hesitation, please call:******》

How could Uncle Ying, who has been in society for many years, not know that there was something wrong with this house? Otherwise, it would be false advertising to trick people into viewing the house and then arbitrarily raise the price.

But at this moment, he had no choice.

"You all should go practice." Uncle Ying stood up, holding the cat and the flyer tightly. "I'll go find an apartment tomorrow."

Several apprentices murmured to each other, saying that there was no better house nearby than this one, and they all looked depressed.

These days, where else could you find a house for 600 yuan that is bigger than this one and can accommodate the six of them?

Uncle Ying pretended not to hear. He had to go to the place described in the flyer, even if it was a dangerous place.

……

Before we even got to the villa, Uncle Ying was hit by a cat again tonight.

The cause of the matter is this.

Before going to bed, Uncle Ying saw the bump on its head and felt really bad for it, so he took some medicinal wine to rub it.

It meowed while he was wiping it, and kept rubbing his hands with its warm fur. After applying the medicine, it kept nestling in his bed.

Who can bear this?

But Uncle Ying is still very sensible. He has to identify the gender of the animal before he is willing to hold it to sleep.

Then the problem is coming.

For ordinary cats, it is just a matter of taking a look to tell the sex of the cat.

But she is no ordinary cat.

As soon as Uncle Ying bent its hind legs, it put its legs together and rolled to the side.

After breaking it several times, he became a little impatient.

The last time he tried to bend it over, he clamped his other hind leg in place, but it was held tight.

Before he could see clearly, it did a sit-up and used a cat punch to hit Uncle Ying hard in the face.

Four small dots surrounding a big dot, the funny yet cute plum blossom mark made Uncle Ying completely stunned in front of the mirror.

He touched the slightly hot mark and suddenly felt a little wronged.

He's doing this for its own good.

Jingzhi: What a bullshit, you stinky hooligan who peeked at that little broken book!

She was so embarrassed that she felt like smoke was coming out of the tips of her ears, and a heat was rising from her chest to the top of her head.

With a swish, she dived into his dark blue quilt and started pretending to be dead.

"...Kitten? A shy kitten, it must be a female, right? Come out, I'll make a nest for you with my clothes."

There was no movement in the quilt.

Uncle Ying walked over and slightly lifted a corner of the quilt. The kitten curled up into a ball, hugged its tail, closed its eyes, and breathed evenly, as if it was asleep.

He raised his eyebrows and thought to himself that this cat was really cunning.

"Don't lie to me, you can fall asleep right after lying down? Go away, men and women... male and female... uh... men and women should not be intimate. I can hug you normally, but not sleep with you."

The kitten opened one eye and peeked at his expression.

The playful look of the eyes opening and closing made Uncle Ying's heart tremble with cuteness.

He hardened his heart, deliberately put on a fierce face, picked out his softest clothes from the closet, and put them on the table in a ball. "Come and sleep here, no negotiation."

Jingzhi: ...Just kill him! What an old fogey! No, he's not an old fogey. He just forced her legs apart.

Humph! You stinky pervert.

The kitten just tilted its body and raised its head, but didn't walk over.

Uncle Ying was afraid that it would hit him again, so he didn't go over to hug it.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and Uncle Ying suddenly had an idea and reached out his hand to hook his finger at it.

"Come here, cat, suck, suck."

Jingzhi: "..."

She's not a dog, so why would she suck my shit?

The kitten rolled its eyes at him in a very human way.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Uncle Ying's eyelids twitched, and he took out two pomelo leaves from his pocket, just about to open his eyes.

The kitten, who had been sucking for a long time and refused to come over, now pounced over.

It pulled the leaves out of his hand and chewed them into pieces with its sharp teeth. From time to time, it stretched out its claws to push Uncle Ying towards the bed.

The doubt in his eyes gradually deepened, but his face remained calm, "You want me to sleep over there?"

"Meow."

The kitten started to act stupid, looking at him with its innocent cat eyes.

He smiled helplessly, "You go to sleep too, I'll turn off the lights."

"Click."

As soon as the lights were turned off, there was a sudden crackling sound in the room.

Suddenly, the ignited talisman paper fell from the sky, and the flickering flames illuminated a few tufts of cat hair that were floating in the air and slowly falling.

The little white cat stood on the table, its two front paws hooked on his front lapel, and a piece of talisman paper on its face firmly restrained it.

Uncle Ying held the magic mirror in his hand and pointed it at her, his expression as cold as ice:

"Cat demon? You set up all this?"

"Tell me, what is your purpose in approaching me?"