CH 17

Cicada

Translated by Flo

Edited by Flo

When Ye Jingxing discovered that this cow cat also had intelligence, communication became easier.

“Where’s Shen Qiyao?” Ye Jingxing asked.

The cow cat quickly shook its head to pretend to be stupid, while the little black cat shook its tail slightly.

“Not here?”

The cow cat nodded.

“Mi.” Shen Qiyao was not there, but Ye Xuanxuan was.

“Are you Shen Qiyao’s cat, or the curator’s?”

The cow cat “meowed” twice.

Oh, the curator’s.

Laughing to death; the villains are colluding together even though others have left, and they are still thinking about “teaching”.

“How did you get in here?”

“Meow.” The cow cat couldn’t answer his question with a meow, so he could only walk a certain distance on the ground.

How else can I come in? I just came in.

Ye Jingxing also found himself asking another stupid question, “Then can your master and Shen Qiyao come in here?”

The cow cat glanced at the little black cat in Ye Jingxing’s arms, and got the answer: “Meow.” 

Let’s play stupid.

What can a kitten know?

“You don’t know either?” Ye Jingxing frowned slightly.

The cow cat nodded.

Not getting the desired information, Ye Jingxing frowned even deeper.

What the hell do these people mean? How did they know he was in the dead city? Was it because of that little wooden fish? Or was there some kind of tracking technique cast on him?

Going through all the trouble to get the kitten to give him these inexplicable things, why didn’t he just come over in person?

Didn’t it mean that the dead city does not allow living things to enter or exit? Why are so many people here all of a sudden now that nothing happened?

Ye Jingxing’s eyes fell on the catnip umbrella that was protruding from the gate of the yard.

Could it be that something went wrong with this little zombie? Is that why he stopped attacking outsiders?

So… now the dead city can be entered and exited at will?

He could guess that the identity of the owner of the pavilion must be unusual, and he couldn’t be beaten to death with a single stick. Although he was a bit tyrannical and forced. others. to. become. prostitutes, but they are indeed protecting the people in the town.

Although the freshwater river he dug looks like an ordinary river, it feeds the people in the entire dead town.

He just doesn’t know what background this Shen Qiyao has and what thoughts he has about him.

He is not gay, and he is not interested in being a little slave or playing games.

It’s a pity that the kitten couldn’t speak, thus it was not easy for Ye Jingxing to communicate with him, and the kitten couldn’t answer some questions, so he had to give up after communicating for a long time.

In the end, Ye Jingxing kept the little cow cat to stay for a meal. Although he hated the owner and Shen Qiyao, the little cow was very well-behaved, and occasionally it would rub against his leg and meow.

He won’t take out his anger on an ordinary kitten.

When Xiao San came back, he was instantly curious, “Where did you pick up another cat?”

Ye Jingxing briefly introduced the origin of the little cow.

Xiao San was silent for a long time, “As a cat clan, I feel ashamed that you followed such a human being.”

Cow Cat: “…”

The cow cat silently glanced at its ancestor, and communicated silently: “Can I beat him?”

Shen Qiyao met its gaze, and continued to eat the shrimp Ye Jingxing fed him, “Stupid Sanhua, leave him alone.”

The cow cat completely concealed its cultivation. In the eyes of Xiao San and Ye Jingxing, it was just a first-order spirit beast, not very different from ordinary kittens.

For dinner, I ate garlic shrimp and cold jellyfish.

The garlic and chili were grown by Ye Jingxing himself, and the taste is much better than the bought ones. The shrimp and jellyfish were bought in the human world before, and they were kept in storage bags, so they were still very fresh.

Ever since Ye Jingxing discovered that the little black cats could eat everything he ate without affecting his body, he no longer had any worries. He often cooked various delicacies in different ways, and most of them were delicacies of the 21st century.

One is a stupid Sanhua who has never seen anything in the world, and the other is a big demon who has been sleeping for thousands of years.

The two cats complimented Ye Jingxing’s food very much. Every time they cook, the two cats would bother them, and they would not leave the kitchen until they had a few tastes.

As for Xiao San – Ye Jingxing kicked him out directly.

As for Xuanxuan – Ye Jingxing tucked the kitten next to his leg into the skirt of his shirt, and when the dish was cooked, it would cool down for him to taste first.

It’s not to blame for his double standards, after all, one is Sanhua in human form getting in the way of him, and the other is a soft little kitten rubbing against his legs and acting coquettishly. Everyone will make the same mistake as Ye Jingxing.

This was Ye Jingxing’s first time making garlic prawns, it seemed that Xuan Xuan liked it very much, but Xiao San couldn’t eat spicy food very much. After eating one, he didn’t eat any more, and gulped a large glass of cold water.

The little cow cat also ate deliciously, gobbling it up, as if it hadn’t eaten for hundreds of years.

Too delicious.

He had never eaten such delicious food before.

No wonder his ancestor cared so much about this human being.

He came all the way to this small town because he was greedy for the seafood along the coast, especially the fish. He even hired several cooks specialized in delicacy food but none of which were as delicious as Ye Jingxing’s, and he didn’t know what these dishes were called.……

Shen Qiyao glanced at the junior who wiped out a bowl of rice like a storm, felt very embarrassed. He “meowed”, signaling that there was a shrimp wrapped in rice balls in the exclusive small bowl.

Ye Jingxing was afraid that he would be too spicy or too salty if he only ate vegetables, so he wrapped the shrimps in rice and asked him to eat them together.

The little black cat ate slowly.

It would be nice to have a little slave.

I hope he will study hard and learn how to please him.

After eating, the cow cat was afraid that Ye Jingxing would continue to catch him asking questions, so he didn’t stay any longer, and sneaked away while Ye Jingxing was not paying attention.

When he left the yard, his gaze stayed on the motionless ‘Ba’ for a long time, then he quickly took a bite of the catnip on the ground, and left with his tail high.

I don’t know when the dog emperor will come to have a look. He only knows how to draw cakes all day long, yet he says that he was busy with the affairs of the state. What busy!, even his imperial concubine had to accept a dozen that he had baked.

If this master came to him every three days, he would be under a lot of pressure.

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Ever since Shen Qiyao quietly came and left in the middle of the night, he didn’t dare to find a beauty at night to spend the spring evening, so he could only toss and toss during the day, and his interest was a little bit low.

After leaving the dead city and confirming that there is no one behind, the cow cat transformed into a carefree “leader of a beggar gang” with a piece of catnip in his mouth, chewing casually.

If he had a tidier image that matched with this face, he would still be a young man. But it’s a pity that there are not many serious people in their Hehuan Sect.

It’s funny, he was originally a kitten living in Shao Lin, raised by a group of monks, fast-ing and chanting Buddha every day.

Even his name was chosen by the old abbot there, who named him Chan Chan. Just after he finished naming him, he died while mediating the next day—he passed away with his merits and virtues consummated.

Maybe it’s because I listened too much to the four big things, and my rebellious psychology came up. A temple cat was completely crooked, joined the Hehuan sect, practiced the cultivation of Hehuan sect, and lingered in the flowers every day.

The cow cat squatted down and scooped up half a handful of soil.

If he had read correctly just now, the one sitting under the mint umbrella in front of Ye Jingxing’s courtyard was a Ba, a very powerful Ba, even he might not be able to beat it.

Ba is formed from corpses, which will bring about a very serious drought. It seems that the dead city has become like this because of Ba.

But Ye Jingxing’s catnip can grow here and purify the soil.

This kid from the Ye family…what’s his background?

What is his father Ye Chuan’s squinting eyes hiding?

Back then, when the single spiritual root of the Ye family was born, the entire continent was shocked. Later, because of Ye Jingxing’s waste physique, the shock gradually died out.

Twenty years later, the waste Ye Jingxing came to the dead city and awakened the beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

He also… raised a cat, planted a small vegetable garden, and cooked delicious food.

After discovering that the little cow had left secretly, Ye Jingxing sighed as he walked into the bedroom. He took out the book that looked stupid from the bamboo tube.

The little black cat also climbed up on him all the way.

Ye Jingxing thought that the little black cat was illiterate, so he didn’t think too much about it, he opened the book and read it.

《How to Be a Little Slave to Please Your Master》

Shen Qiyao lightly wagged his tail and touched Ye Jingxing’s arm.

That’s very good, hurry up and study hard.

…

Ye Jingxing：“……”

Shen Qiyao: “…”

Ye Jingxing’s fingertips turned slightly white, resisting the urge to tear off the book, and continued to turn the book backwards.

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Ye Jingxing laughed angrily.

Ye Xuan Xuan’s tail was tightly pressed against his small body, and he rubbed Ye Jingxing’s arm guiltily: “Mi…”

He had picked up the book casually and only glanced at the beginning and didn’t pay much attention to it. So he didn’t know that it would contain these things later.

No wonder the junior in black and white seemed hesitant, and finally said nothing.

It’s over, I can’t say anything at all now.

Ye Jingxing didn’t continue to read, not wanting to know what more exaggerated content would be behind it.

He picked up the little black ball from his lap and put it on the bamboo bed. He got up and put the book back into the bamboo tube, and stuffed the letter and spirit stone into the storage bag.

The group of people around his whereabouts are well known, so he has nothing to hide.

If he can meet again in the future, he will return all these things to Shen Qiyao.

What kind of little slave, who even freaking loves to do it.

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The author has something to say:

Cat slaves are also petty slaves!