Chapter 245

Su Tang wrote a word, no more explanation, but with the insight of death, she should be able to understand. After all, she is similar to Sophia's mystery.

Death really understands, but understanding is one thing, and accepting is another.

No, his lovely and clever little black cat, how can he become that ugly woman with yellow hair on her head? No matter how bad, she should have black hair and black eyes, just like him!

A God and a cat all fell into silence. Su Tang had already abandoned herself. In order to please death, she simply gave up being a human being.

What dances for him in a mini skirt, massages him with her paws when he takes a bath, and what lies flat and bares his belly and licks his hands in a coquettish way. In the end, she gets used to it. It seems that one day she will feel uncomfortable without him.

So habit is really terrible.

Death's face is very strange. If you say angry, it's not like angry, but if you say happy, it's even less. In the end, Moka finally found an adjective. It's an adjective that never appears in my adult.

Surprise, even to the point of a bit of horror.

As a servant, Moka has always known that he can't be curious and inquisitive about his adult's affairs. But now, he is really curious, what on earth can surprise their adults like this?

Su Tang finished writing, completely do not want to tube, eyes closed, began to install ostrich.

For a long time, death seems to have finally accepted the fact, "stupid thing, you..."

His words were hard to explain, which made Su Tang's heart thump.

She just thought that death liked her now, but she forgot that from Sophia's appearance, this adult called her ugly from beginning to end.

So what death likes is actually the appearance of her black cat, which has nothing to do with her soul.

Su Tang didn't want to break her vest before. She was afraid that the second disease God would get sick and suddenly let her dance in a short skirt like Sophia to please him.

That scene, it's suffocating just to think about it.

Just because she can be a naughty little colored cat doesn't mean she wants to be a naughty little expensive girl!

Then death hit her in the head.

The appearance of the party, love is just her appearance.

Su Tang didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a moment, so the whole cat was confused.

But she didn't know that death was more confused than her.

If you like it, he really likes little black cat. Otherwise, she would not be able to lower her favorite person to ten thousand people, the whole underworld and even the whole world. Even at that time, Cupid overcame him with Cupid's arrow. Although little black cat saved him, he was not moved, but even angry.

So weak things can kill her at will, so who wants her to help him?

Although the arrow of Cupid is a little poisonous, who is he? The God of death in charge of life and death? How much can a broken arrow have? You can bear the consequences.

The reason why he didn't tear the God of love with his hands was that the little black cat could still be saved, devouring hundreds of soul power, and then gradually came back. But the God of love was afraid that life was worse than death at the moment. The wings torn off by his bare hands will never grow again in his life.

A God without wings, that's a joke.

But now, he also wants to hear little black cat tell him that she just made a joke.

How can a cute little thing become a human?

Yes, death doesn't like human beings, so there is no human trace inside or outside his palace.

A thing he hated for so long suddenly became what he liked. How could he accept it?

Death is still tangled, and Sutang is in a coma.

No way, little black cat's life is only one and a half days, how can she be lively and noisy, just that toss, is all her energy.

So, death did not want to understand it, but also want to ask the little black cat, the result of this guy is good, motionless, as if dead.

Death takes a deep breath and tells himself that it doesn't matter. It's much more convenient to communicate with that ugly woman than the little black cat.

"Mocha, get her a doctor."

Moka was as curious as if he had been caught by a cat, but he was as steady as usual Since he wanted to find a doctor, it was inconvenient here. Just as he wanted to lift the man up and throw him back to her temporary bedroom, the Lord of death spoke again.

"That's how you're going to take her?"

Moka see adults frown, don't understand, clearly before you also want her to die, how now dislike his action rude?

As a good servant, you should not question your master.

"Well, I'll take it back?" Moka swore that when he finished that sentence, he saw the intention of killing in the eyes of adults.

Death had been struggling for a long time, but he didn't think about how to deal with it, but when he thought that Mocha was going to pick up Sophia, his brow was high. He hasn't even started to hold him. How can a servant pass him? That's his sacrifice!"Forget it, I'll hold it myself." With that, he carefully put the little black cat back into his pocket, and then picked it up with a look of disgust and a bit of rudeness.

Mocha's all dead. At this moment, he felt that he saw the shadow of those fierce beasts from his own adults.

"Big My lord

Moka was so surprised by the magic side that he didn't know how to open his mouth. Then the God of death smelled like a face, "Why are you standing there, and you don't show me the way."

"Yes, sir. This way, please." Moka with hands and feet, when he came to Sutang's bedroom, his head was still blank.

Then he heard that the Lord of death was full of disgust and said, "can people live in this kind of place?"

There have never been human beings in the hall of the God of death, and this time, human beings are not here to serve the God of death. They are sacrificial offerings. Since they are sacrificial offerings, they are no different from animals. Just delimit a district and lock them up.

Therefore, the environment is really bad.

Death's face was not good. The place was so small and cold that there was no window. Four beds were put in the small room, which made it difficult for him to turn around.

Forget it, since it's a little black cat, throw it back to her nest.

But he forgot, or deliberately forgot, that little black cat's nest was in his bedroom.

Moka was shocked by his repeated actions. As an observant servant, he had to be considerate for his master.

"My Lord, do you need to clean Miss Sophia?"

This young lady was contested by several fierce beasts, biting her clothes and dragging around on the ground. She was so dirty that she couldn't see it. So what did the Lord of death think? Isn't he a cleanliness freak?!

The God of death looked down at the human in his arms. Dirty is really dirty. He almost wanted to lose it. But thinking of the little black cat in his pocket, he took a deep breath, "find someone to wash it for her."

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