Quick Transmigration: The Villain is Destiny, the Protagonist Takes a Backseat

She didn't care about anything else anymore, and ran to the backyard with Sanhua in her arms.

"Wake up, wait for me."

Fearing for her safety, Wang Xingxing's boyfriend kicked the burly man to the ground and ran away with her.

The remaining three men exchanged a glance, then together tied up the five burly men before heading to the back.

Before they even got there, they heard Wang Xingxing angrily cursing, "You beast! How dare you bully my son like this! Give him a good beating!"

It seems that the cat really is Sang Biao.

As the three approached, the last cat trafficker had already been apprehended, his hands tied behind his back, unable to break free, only able to howl in pain.

Judging from his appearance, this person was undoubtedly the cat dealer from before.

"Sang Biao, how are you? Don't scare your mother!"

Wang Xingxing's painful cries drew everyone's attention.

Ji Qiuzhe then noticed that the kitten was lying on the ground, barely alive, with a pool of dark red blood beneath it, still gushing out.

He was afraid that Lin Xuesu would be reminded of something bad if she saw this scene, so he quickly covered his eyes.

"Don't look."

Lin Xuesu blocked his hand and calmly said, "I want to see."

Helpless, Ji Qiuzhe released his strength and let Lin Xuesu watch this visually striking scene.

The kitten seemed to hear Wang Xingxing's voice, and also seemed to sense that someone had come to rescue it. It struggled to open its eyes and stretched out its tongue to lick Wang Xingxing's fingertips.

Don't be afraid, human. The cat is fine, it's just in a little pain.

Sanhua was terrified in Wang Xingxing's arms.

[Brother Biao, don't die! The cat is scared, waaaaah... People, save it, please save it!]

Di Cuo hurriedly stepped forward and squatted down to check on Sang Biao's condition.

Then, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Luckily, we arrived in time. Cat wasn't seriously injured, but he had a long gash from his throat to his stomach. That scumbag probably wanted to skin Sang Biao alive, but he didn't have time..."

Ji Qiuzhe had no interest in listening to what was said next.

Because Lin Xuesu's hand was trembling more and more as she held his, and her body temperature was rapidly decreasing, he could sense that she was uneasy and afraid, probably because she was reminded of her previous experiences.

"Don't be afraid, baby, don't be afraid."

Ignoring the presence of others, Ji Qiuzhe pulled the man into his arms to comfort him.

Lin Xuesu closed her eyes, her mind filled with the image of Sang Biao lying on the ground, his cat mother, and the cold, blood-stained corpses of her older brother and sister.

There's a problem he has to face: what should he do about the death of his beloved cat?

Should he take revenge on the ruthless and cold-blooded humans?

We all live in this world, and cats have the right to live too. How can we take a cat's life because of human selfishness?

Hate...

Lin Xuesu's eyes were bloodshot, but what she said surprised Ji Qiuzhe.

"Knock me out..."

The body in his arms continued to grow colder, and fearing that he was being haunted, Ji Qiuzhe chopped him unconscious with a single chop.

The cat has been found, and the cat trafficker has been caught. There is no longer any need for him and Lin Xuesu here, so Ji Qiuzhe plans to take the person back to the car first and then make further plans.

Seeing this, Di Tso simply tossed his car keys to him, saying, "Take my car and go back first. I'll handle things here."

"Thanks." Ji Qiuzhe didn't say much more; between friends, saying anything at this moment would be too formal.

On his way back, Ji Qiuzhe happened to run into a police car heading to the old town. Reassured, he stepped on the gas and drove home.

After the car was parked, the person lying in the back had returned to their original form, curled up in a small ball, still fast asleep.

Ji Qiuzhe felt extremely sorry for the cat. He carefully picked it up, kissed its pink little mouth, and then quickly took it upstairs.

The kitten was quite traumatized this time, but Ji Qiuzhe believed that he had his own reasons. All he could do was stay by the kitten's side and wait for it to wake up.

Unexpectedly, this wait lasted for three whole days.

If he hadn't sensed that the kitten's body was perfectly normal and that it was enveloped in a faint golden halo, as if it were cultivating, he would have been much more aware of its condition.

He'll probably go crazy with worry.

[Host, when will the villain wake up? It's been three days.] 003 said with some concern.

"It should be soon."

Over the past three days, Ji Qiuzhe has pieced together the aftermath of the cat trafficker incident from messages sent by his friends and news online.

Sang Biao was rushed to the hospital and underwent surgery that night. He has now woken up and, judging from the video Wang Xingxing posted in the group chat, he has already regained his energy.

As for the cat traffickers, since there were so many cats involved this time, and many of them were obviously purebred pet cats with owners, they ended up in jail.

The specific follow-up actions will depend on the official response.

Fang Ju, upon learning that Mi Bao was in a coma, brought Di Cuo to see it every day. Every time she saw the comatose cat, her eyes would fill with tears, and she would blame Ji Qiuzhe for not taking the cat to the vet.

Di Tso sighed helplessly, "Don't worry, Orange, the cat's fine. Trust me."

"Why should I believe you? You're not a doctor!"

“I’m not a doctor, but I just know it will be fine; it’s just undergoing cultivation,” Di Cuo said confidently.

Fang Ju felt that Di Cuo was too cold-blooded and was about to scold him when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

He is a slow-witted person and most of the time quite oblivious, but that doesn't mean he lacks a delicate mind.

Did he really not notice Di Tso's unusual behavior?

Grayish fur, resembling dog hair, would occasionally appear in the house, and Dicuo would insist on going out to stay one night every month.

The reasons they gave were lame and strange.

It wasn't that he was unwilling to think about it carefully; it was just that his trust in Di Cuo surpassed everything. Of course, subconsciously, he might also be afraid that if he broke through this barrier, the answer he got wouldn't satisfy him.

But now, he suddenly wants to know.

So, after returning home and closing the door, Fang Ju cornered Di Cuo against the door and pinned him against it.

"Tell me, what exactly are you?"

The nearly 1.9-meter-tall man was so frightened that he stopped breathing. Looking into Fang Ju's beautiful but inquisitive eyes, he stammered, "I...I am..."

Fang Ju impatiently interrupted him: "Don't tell me you're human, I don't believe it."

Di Cuo's helplessness deepened, and his Adam's apple bobbed: "I...I am a demon..."

it is as expected!

Fang Ju admired her own cleverness, but...

"A dog demon?"

"Huh?" Dicuo was stunned.

He hurriedly explained, "No, it's not an orange. I'm a wolf, a brave wolf, not... a dog."

Oh, isn't it Alaska?

Fang Ju looked him up and down, suppressing the shock in her heart, "...Oh."

Dicuo: ...What happened?

He's a wolf, so why is Orange reacting so calmly?

I have a feeling he's holding back a big move, waiting for me to jump in.

Sensing unease, Dizuo immediately transformed on the spot.

For you, I transformed into a werewolf... cough, into a large silver-gray wolf, and then spoke in human language: "Orange, I really am a wolf, look."

to be frank.

Fang Ju was startled.

However, he had already prepared himself mentally, so he didn't show it on his face, but simply beckoned to the gray wolf.

"come over."