After the villain Demon King took the halo

Xue Nan admits that he is a face control.

His tolerance for beauties is a little higher than others. For example, Kairos is clumsy and can't even pour a glass of water. He didn't dislike Kairos because of this, but he liked this kind of stupid and charming beauties very much.

So the big beauty kissed him on the forehead... Well, even though he had no feelings for the big beauty, he couldn't help but forgive her for her little mistake.

But there will be no next time!

Xue Nan waved his little paw, and slapped it on Master Shengzi's flawless face, with little strength--how much strength can a cat cub have, it even retracted its paw.

So Shengzi took it for granted that it was just a kitten playing with him, and grabbed the cat's paw that hadn't recovered in time, and pressed a kiss on the pink and tender meat pad: "Mimi is so good."

Xue Nan was furious.

Maybe it's because the body is trapped in this young cat, and the mind is assimilated like a cat.

It's like "My uncle took pictures of you to teach you a lesson, not to make you hold your paws and kiss again".

And "Who are you calling that stupid name Mimi? I'll give you a chance to say it again".

Even the beauty couldn't appease the anger this time.

He drew out his paws, opened his teeth and gave a series of cat-mao punches. It was difficult for his unhealed body to make more large-scale movements. In fact, at the first swing, his whole body protested against him.

After reluctantly giving a set of serial cat punches, Xuenan was out of breath and her whole body was sore. This time it wasn't the severe pain of just waking up with broken bones, but the soreness of almost collapsing after ten kilometers of long-distance running.

Although both are painful, the latter is obviously much more bearable than the former.

Healing magic is still somewhat useful.

Xue Nan thought of this, and thought of who cast this healing magic on him, so he was embarrassed to continue the Miaomiao fist, and the last stroke was just a light touch. The cat is acting coquettishly.

Forget it.

Xue Nan thought, anyway, he is now a cat, and when he returns to his original body, immediately erase this memory and throw it into the trash can, absolutely no second creature will know that he has become a cat.

It's normal for Maomao to have a changeable personality. Shengzi thought it was Maomao playing with him, and then he lowered his head and rubbed the little black cat's pink and tender ears. The soft touch made him suck several times involuntarily.

Also, no human can resist kittens.

Not even the Holy Son.

His mind was slowly relaxed by the cat's cute gesture, and the annoyance of being bumped into a wall continuously for several days gradually dissipated.

And Xue Nan's little kitten's face is full of lovelessness.

Master Shengzi didn't mind that his current style was broken to the ground, and he made the act of sucking cats in the street.

However, he somehow remembered that the cat in his hand was seriously injured, and after casting the strongest healing magic so far, he still couldn't fully heal it.

— same as his arm.

The Son's gaze shifted from the cat to his left arm, his gaze changed from eager to indifferent, as if it wasn't his body, but something else.And that limb was like a mass of dead flesh, beginning to sway slightly with the wind blowing.

This is the curse spell of the temple. It is funny to say that the temple has mastered some of the most high-end magicians in the whole continent, but the research of advanced magic spells has hardly made any progress. The promotion of magic basically depends on the high-end magicians of the Imperial Academy of Magic.

For this reason, even the number of magicians who join the temple every year is decreasing, but the pope is still dreaming of ruling the mainland, relying on the power of that—false god.

But the curse-like magic of the temple is beyond the reach of others.

They seem to be focusing on how to let the pagans know the majesty of the temple. Although it is now prosperous on the outside, the inside has long been rotten.

The Holy Son, who was once respected in every possible way, was indifferent, and even disrespectfully talked about the current Pope, and the human town on the outskirts of the Forest of Elves apparently lost their faith and respect for the Temple.

"Father Brando, are you still coming to the tavern to play the flute tonight?" Someone saw Brando finally come out of the elf forest, and greeted him excitedly, "The children also want to hear you continue to talk about the Lord Demon King." story."

"I have time, and I want to bring a kitten today." Master Shengzi responded with a smile.

The man also saw the cat cub being held in the palm of his hand. It looked very small, as if it had just been weaned, lying softly in the palm of the Son, almost spread out into a piece of cat cake, with its hair lying on its back in a mess, showing Create a messy aesthetic.

The cat is a black cat, but the ears and pads are soft and sweet pink. This contrast hits the bottom of people's hearts at once, making others involuntarily have similar feelings of love for this little creature.

What's more, people living here rarely see pets.

"Ah, it's a black cat!" The man exclaimed.

When many people heard her voice, they all looked out of the windows. The road was very narrow, so they saw that soft little creature for the first time.

"So cute……"

"Do you eat fish? I have dried fish here."

"It doesn't look like it can bite dried fish..."

……

People didn't think about lowering their voices when discussing. They live in this remote place, and the guests they come and go are all speculators with dreams of getting rich overnight. A few more words seem to kill them or rob them Opportunity.

So the former Holy Son? Now the bard is so popular with the residents of the town - he goes to the tavern every night to play several tunes.

The only pity is that his left hand seems to be congenitally disabled and cannot be used.

In such a depressing environment, a cute and young new creature suddenly appeared, which naturally attracted the attention of most local residents.

Everyone's burning eyes were on that young creature. Xue Nan was used to being looked at like this. After all, when he was in the Demon Race, those tall trolls would not take their eyes off him.

With a playful heart, he meowed softly, and was satisfied to hear the sound of breathing around him, as if he was taken aback by him.

Xue Nan was very satisfied, and even deliberately went to see the Holy Son: Look, this is the reaction of a normal human being to my uncle.

Quickly enshrine this uncle and change that stupid name by the way!

And amidst the sound of inhaling, an old lady spoke slowly, her voice was rough and hoarse, as if the harsh sound of sawing through the roots of an old tree: "The black cat comes from the devil world, which means ominous."

Xue Nan's meowing stopped abruptly.

He turned around to look at the old woman who said this, and he just wanted to share with her how normal and biological the appearance of a black cat is. Even Mendel couldn't say no, why did you suddenly think of the Demon World?

Conscience of heaven and earth, he has lived in the devil world for so long, but he has never seen a pet.

"That's not right." Lord Shengzi couldn't smooth the cat's fur in his palm. When he saw the kitten turned to the old lady, and the soft meowing turned into a low growl, he knew that the kitten was unhappy. "We now believe in It is the Demon King."

Moreover, the devil world...

He had already thought of a possibility.

Shengzi's mood suddenly became hot, and his eyes were no longer calm, like a volcano erupting suddenly when it encountered snow.

A black cat from the devil world.

This legend is known to almost three-year-old children. The Holy Son has been in the temple all year round, so he understands it better than others.

Black was originally the color representing the devil world.

But what does it matter?Wasn't it precisely because of the black fur of this cat that he decided to help him and keep him, but he would not let go of any possibility of getting close to that... the devil king.

The Holy Son's eyes were more complicated and changeable, and his eyes fell heavily on Xue Nan, as if he wanted to see the soul hidden under the flesh through its flesh.

And he was almost sure who the soul belonged to.

From the very beginning, there was this black cat in a newly added memory.

After a long time, the Holy Son let out a sigh of relief, and all the things he did suddenly had the value and significance of existence, and he pointed out in a calm tone: "You don't think the temple has not given up on us, do you?"

Hearing this, the old lady stopped talking.

The town is very small, and it only takes a dozen or 10 minutes to walk around the outermost periphery. From the perspective of Xuenan, it is similar to the old and dilapidated small communities in the real world. .

Residents here are poor, too, with age-stained clothes and layers of pudding, and children playing clod games without even a decent toy.

After seeing the Holy Son walk into the first and largest tavern in the town, the children put down the soil in their hands one after another: "Is the priest going to tell a story again?"

The seat of the Holy Son was reserved in the tavern, and he sat down where he was used to, thinking what kind of food he had for this kitten, but he didn't know where to take out a cushion embroidered with fine patterns and silk cloth , Pad this uncle cat.

Although he has left the temple, the wealth he has accumulated since he was a child is still well placed by his side. Except for part of the start-up funds for Xue Nan, the rest has not been used.

It can be said that the current wealth of the Holy Son is enough to compete with half of the temple.

Not to mention a mere cushion, even if Xue Nan wanted a cat castle, Shengzi could arrange it for him without changing his face.

The cat owner was obviously very satisfied with the cushion, and took the initiative to rub the son as a reward.

After the cat lay down, he asked the proprietress in a low voice, "Is there any goat's milk?"

The proprietress hummed, took out a stack of goat milk from the back kitchen, put it gently in front of Xue Nan, and said fondly, "The sheep at home just gave birth two days ago."

Shengzi took the goat's milk, heated it with magic until it was just lukewarm enough to be eaten, touched Xuenan's small body, seemed not very satisfied with the thin and thin body touched, and frowned slightly, coaxing the cat cub: "Mimi, would you like to drink more goat's milk?"

Xue Nan said nothing.

Just kidding, how could he drink this kind of thing.

This uncle is not a real cat, hey!

Xue Nan firmly refused.