Lost Seal

The setting sun shattered golden light, sprinkled on the well-arranged table, the sumptuous dinner, and the black cat on the cat chain.

After cooking, the chef finally picked up the black cat and put it in front of the tableware opposite the main seat.

The black cat meowed to express its thanks, and was about to eat, but just as it lowered its head, it was blocked by the fork.

"Meow." Protested.

"Meow..." Heralded that she was about to get angry.

"Meow, meow, meow!" Warn the other party that he is going to get angry.

Ansbilis gently coaxed, "I'll eat it for you if I become a human being."

The black cat lay down on its forelegs, and suddenly let out a very broken trembling sound from its throat: "Meow...meow...meow..." The cry was a combination of moaning and pleading for help, and it was particularly ecstatic.

Ansbilis stood up, took the cat chain, and tied it slowly, not caring about the wounds of various lengths that had been added and disappeared, disappeared and added on his wrist, and said with a smile on his face: "Since you don't If you are willing to eat with me, then I have to eat with my baby."

The black cat looked up at him suspiciously.

Ansbilis smiled and said, "Of course my baby is you."

A bad premonition flashed in the black cat's heart. Sure enough, Ansbilis came out of the bedroom with Osiah in his arms, sat down on the main seat, and gently brushed away the golden bangs on Osiah's forehead with his fingers, holding Osiah up. Chin, imprinted an extremely gentle and lingering kiss on the lips.

But during the kiss, his eyes were fixed on the black cat on the table without blinking.

The black cat also looked at him without blinking.

As time passed, the confidence and warmth in Ansbilis' eyes finally faded-a sign that his patience was exhausted.

Ansbilis smiled almost maliciously and sarcastically at the corner of his mouth. The hand resting on the side of Osiah's neck slowly slid down and into the collar. Gradually deepening, the fingers flicked lightly, the button jumped out from the gap, and a corner of the skin was exposed from the slightly open neckline.

Enthusiastic and passionate images surged up from his mind, strung together into coherent movements, awakening his desire, making him forget his original purpose, and indulge in the sweetness of skin-to-skin contact with his lover.

He lifted Osiah's chin with his fingers, and his lips were printed on the slightly protruding Adam's apple, all the way down.

"Meow!" The black cat yelled, its body suddenly enlarged, and it threw itself on the table.

Ansbilisi's eyes lit up, and he was about to reach out to pick it up, but the slender, white body shrank back like a phantom in the next second, returning to the appearance of a black cat.If it weren't for the clear imprint that was pressed on the pizza, it would almost make people suspect that it was his illusion at that moment.

Ansbilis's heart tightened suddenly, he quickly put down Osiah, took off the cat's chain, and checked the black cat's breath.

The black cat's eyelids trembled slightly, revealing a gap.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Ansbilis restrained his trembling fingers and gently stroked its back.

The black cat curled up and closed its eyes.

"Don't close your eyes!" Ansbilis roared out of control.

Startled, the black cat opened its eyes weakly.

Ansbilis rushed out of the room suddenly, the door banging loudly.

Huh?

The black cat opened its eyes wide.Is it over the top?

It was lying on its side on the table, with its head raised slightly, and its eyes were watching the movement outside.After a while, there was a sound of pushing the door, and it tilted its head, then fell down on the table and pretended to be dead.

Although it reacted quickly, it was not faster than Ansbilis' eyes.

The last trace of annoyance lingering in his chest faded away, and his anger surged again. He walked to the side of the black cat, pulled out the chair and sat down.

There was a bang in the living room.

It was a gust of wind that blew up the curtains and knocked down a small flower pot by the window.The fake flowers fell out of the pot, and colorful gravels were scattered all over the ground.

The black cat bounced its body, bent its limbs again, and fell down, making vague calls. If it hadn't seen its lively performance before, Ansbilis would have been overwhelmed with distress and guilt.

now--

He was still at a loss, not knowing how to punish this cunning little thing!

"I saw it." Ansbilis said.

The black cat's eyeballs turned around, lowered its head, and its glass-like eyes kept sneaking at him.

Ansbilis turned around and walked to the living room, bent down to pick up the flower pot, supported the fake flowers, and put the gravel into the pot one by one. When he picked up the last one, his mood had calmed down a lot.He took the flowerpot to the dining table and put the flowerpot in front of the black cat: "I don't want to talk to me."

The black cat closed its eyes and played dead.

He raised his hand, stopped his fingers two inches away from the cat's fur, followed the curve of its body, and slowly "stroked" the tail, then retracted his hand and turned to enter the bedroom.

The black cat turned over and sat up suddenly, looked at the open door of the bedroom, and at Osia at the table, wagged its tail, hopped to the pizza, and began to eat gracefully.

Ansbilis, who was lying in the bedroom, didn't want to hear the movement outside at all.Without seeing the guilty and disappointed figure of the black cat, he knew that the next development was definitely not to his liking.Sure enough, he heard the tinkling of plates.

It's delicious.

Ansbilis thought bitterly.

Shrimp must be very appetizing, right?

There is still the sound of drinking water, are you tasting fish soup?

It's really kind of me not to add ingredients to the fish soup!

Ansbilis turned over and looked at the small transom on the wall, which also had a pot of fake flowers on it.

It is said to be violet flowers, small, tender, and gorgeous, and they look vibrant against the backdrop of green leaves.

It is Osia who likes to tend flowers and plants.For a while, he even walked around wearing a wreath, ignoring the surprised eyes of others.He's always gone his own way.

But to Ansbilis at that time, the person he liked would rather face flowers, plants and dead things than take care of himself, which was simply provocative!contempt!despise!

So he led the madmen of McAwie to sweep the territory of Gangoro.

Seeing Osia jumping up and down on the battlefield with his descendants, not even caring about the wreath on his head, he was triumphant.

He felt that his position in Osia's heart had been consolidated.

later.

He lost Osiah, completely.

The excruciating pain and loss shattered his pride and forced him to re-learn a course called "respect," which didn't include planting flowers and plants.If it weren't for Messing to take care of it, there would never be roses and other plants in his garden, not even a single leaf.In his view, that was just asking for trouble.

There is no mession in the Red Sea cabin, so when decorating, he tried his best to decorate it with fake flowers.It is no different from a real flower except that it does not need to be watered.

Ansbilis was moved by his hard work, and angry at Osia's indifference!

Heartless guy!

He suddenly grabbed the pot of fake flowers and threw it out viciously.

After eating and drinking, the black cat, which took care of its fur carefully, raised its head, watched the artificial flower draw an arc in the air, and flew over its head, and yawned dispiritedly.

Can't sleep in the bedroom tonight.

The sofa in the living room is nice.

Ansbilis was sulking all night, feeling very useless, and decided to unilaterally end the cold war initiated by himself.Because he realized that for the black cat, ignoring his love might be what it wanted most.

In this case, why should I fulfill it?

Ansbilis pursed his lips mockingly.

It seems that he has been a good old man for too long, making him forget his true colors.It is also fitting to remind it.

He strode out of the bedroom, then froze.

Osia, who was placed at the dining table yesterday, was still sitting expressionlessly, but there was another lively figure of Ossia in the kitchen.

He walked lightly and walked slowly to the kitchen, not only afraid of disturbing him, but also afraid that he had not woken up from the dream.It wasn't until Oscia picked up the spatula and put it on the stove, making a crisp bang bang sound, that he suddenly woke up like a dream, rushed forward, hugged Oscia from behind, and bit down hard on the tender white back of the neck.

The familiar smell of blood sprayed out from the wound and dripped between the lips and teeth.The satisfaction of his lover's blood blending with his own saliva made Ansbilis moan involuntarily.

Oscia's complexion changed, he chuckled randomly, raised his hand and touched the back of his head: "You compressed the time for my transformation."

As soon as the words fell, Ansbilis had a black cat in his arms.

Ansbilis: "..."

The black cat yawned lazily, flicked its tail, and fell asleep.

Ansbilis pushed it.

The black cat didn't move.

"...Hello." Ansbilis said suspiciously, "Is it just another faux pas?"

The black cat relaxed its limbs, tilted its head, and fell into a coma.

Ansbilis continued to shake it unwillingly: "At least finish my breakfast."

……

"Wake up."

It's another three meals a day cooked by Chef McAvey.

The food is very rich. The breakfast is nutritious milk and seafood sandwiches. The lunch is mainly lobster with delicious clam soup. The dinner is grilled fish and curry crab. It is all for the black cat's appetite. It was shaking his head, with a look of unsatisfactory expression on his face.

On the other hand, the chef himself, his complexion has not been very good since the morning, as if he just came out of the coal yard, his whole body is black, even the carbon dioxide he spit out turned into waves of black mist, and at night, it directly merged with the night One body, only those eyes, even when the lights are not turned on, are shining brightly, staring at the black cat's every move without blinking.

The black cat decided to go to sleep on the sofa early.

Ansbilis didn't rush it back to the bedroom, he simply made a cup of black tea for himself, took a book, and leisurely flipped through it opposite it.

Whenever he lowered his head, the black cat would look up at him, and when Ansbilis noticed it, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be asleep.

At twelve o'clock, Ansbilis suddenly changed his posture and fixed his eyes on the black cat like sharp knives.

The black cat had been in a drowsy sleep, but being stared at by him like this, he had to wake up from his sleep.

Ansbilis looked at it with unconcealed excitement: "It's twelve o'clock."

Black Cat: "..."

Ansbilis said: "Is this the condition for your transformation? Once a day?"

The black cat looked at him, lay down and continued to sleep.Since it became a cat, it has strictly followed the cat's work and rest time. It does not go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening, and it is like taking sleeping pills during the day. It must not be disturbed.

Ansbilis stared at it for a while, making sure that it was determined to sleep, and finally gave up this one-sided "staring", turned off the light, turned into a bat, lay behind the black cat, spread its wings, and gently covered it. on it.The black cat opened its eyes half asleep and half awake, looked at it, and curled its tail around the bat's neck.

bat:"……"

Although the posture is very weird, it can be considered as one body anyway.

The next day, the sky was bright.

Ansbilis sat on the sofa, hugged the black cat in his arms, and stared at it without saying a word.

The black cat woke up, saw him, stretched, sat up, and was about to run around the house to exercise its muscles.Yesterday's three meals were really full. If he doesn't exercise a little bit, he is afraid that he will become a fat cat.

As soon as its claws took a step, it smelled the smell of blood in the air.

Ansbilis took the dagger and casually cut his own wrist with a knife.

"Is blood the source of your transformation?"

"Drink my blood."

He smiled fondly at it.

But the black cat felt a chill seeping from the bottom of his heart.

How can it be forgotten that no matter how much Ansbilis has changed in 100 years, his essence is still McAvey.

It lightly jumped onto the sofa, stuck out its tongue and licked the wound on his wrist.

Ansbilis looked at it condescendingly and let it lick it, but its tongue also left his wrist, the blade of the dagger quickly scratched the skin, and blood beads rushed out from the cut wound.

"Meow!" The black cat frowned, staring nervously at the dagger in his hand, as if it was its sworn enemy.

Ansbilis looked at it for a while, then pursed his lips and smiled, put down the knife, picked it up, and rubbed his nose against the hair on the side of its neck: "I miss you very much, I miss you very much."

The cat fur around his lips suddenly disappeared, turning into smooth skin, with a familiar aura that instantly aroused all the emotions in his body.Missing, resentful, annoyed, accommodating... He tightened his arms fiercely and locked him in his arms, as if the only way to make him sure——

His lover is back.

will not lose again.