Chapter 137 Cat Hidden God on

This storage room is only more than 30 square meters. It was originally a small room, but it was useless for a while, so it was changed into a storage room.

There are about a dozen game characters who have been converted from the game. They are piled up in the corner like sacks. They are piled high. They stare at each other and do not move. They look like a gloomy smell of corpses. If they don't know the truth, they will probably be scared to death.

Yong Bowen enters the door and goes to the pile of corpses first. No, it's the game character. Look over there.

There is no movement in the pile of good people there.

But there are two cats on the top layer, one black and one white.

The black one is just the old cat cotton that Yong Bowen is familiar with.

Recently, cotton has been quite carefree. With Han Ya's care, she comes back for dinner at a fixed time every day. The rest of the time, she just hangs around. No one knows where it goes, but unexpectedly appears in this storage room.

And the white cat opposite the cotton dares to be a little familiar, mainly because it has the biggest feature. It has a small unicorn on its forehead and a pair of small wings on its back, which looks like a monster.

Naturally, there is no such strange cat in the real world. Even if there is a cat demon here, it will never admit that this strange guy is their relative.

This cat is also converted from the game.

Originally, it was held in the arms of a game character named Qingyun Fairy, but now the Qingyun Fairy is piled at the bottom of the pile of characters, but the cat is too small to put it underneath, and it is thrown on it after piling.

Although the white cat is alive, it is a dead thing after all and should not have moved.

But when Yong Bowen saw it, it was moving, to be precise, struggling.

It was pressed by cotton, with its belly facing up and its claws shaking. It looked very sad.

Are old cats also going to rape now?

Yong Bowen couldn't help shouting "Cotton".

The cotton suddenly looked up and stared at Yong Bowen. The green light burst into the eyes of the two round cats, which was so fierce.

It only looked at Yong Bowen, and then meowed, let go of the white cat, and turned to Yong Bowen. His whole body exploded, as if it had seen some enemy.

This performance shocked Yong Bowen and quickly shouted, "Cotton, it's me. What's wrong with you?"

Cotton can't answer. He bowed and stretched out, bounced violently, and rushed straight to Yong Bowen's head.

This attack is really like lightning.

To be honest, Yong Bowen has been raising cotton for 20 years. Usually, I always see this old cat lazy and not even walking energetically, but it is the first time I see it move so fast.

Yong Bowen only had time to deflect his head, and the cotton fell on his shoulder. He shouted and swung his paws to Yong Bowen's forehead, hitting the middle of his eyebrows.

The cat's claws were extremely profitable. After only this one, Yong Bowen felt a pain in his eyebrows. He couldn't help shouting and grabbing the cotton with his backhand, but the cotton moved very fast and jumped from his shoulder to the ground.

Yong Bowen stretched out his hand and touched his eyebrows. He was in hot pain. His fingers were stained with a touch of light red. He thought that he had cut a small mouth. He couldn't help but be a little annoyed. Now he has also experienced a hundred battles. If he hadn't been reluctant to fight against cotton, he wouldn't have hurt it. Now the old cat didn't know what to be crazy. He actually grabbed people and scratched them. It's the head. Don't you know whether to scratch or scratch your face? He turned his head and looked for it again, but saw that the cotton had jumped back to the pile of game characters, and then pressed the white cat. It came and went as fast as the wind, and the white cat couldn't even turn over and escape.

"Cotton, what are you doing?"

Yong Bowen ignored the crazy old black cat and turned his head to observe and looked for the whereabouts between the flowers.

At a glance, he saw scattered leaf fragments on the ground.

Damn, it was a step late and let her get out.

I just don't know which body is attached.

Yong Bowen carefully leaned against the pile of game characters, always beingware of which one suddenly bursts and hurting people.

The cotton meowed.

Yong Bowen ignored it and wanted to settle accounts with you later.

The cotton screamed again. This time, the meow meowed a few times, and the voice was rapid, as if to remind me.

Yong Bowen looked up at the cotton in surprise, and then at the white cat it was pressing.

The white cat struggled harder.

The cotton shouted at Yong Bowen again, jumped on the white cat's belly and stepped on it, shaking its tail.

Yong Bowen finally woke up.

No, the white cat is something in the game. Why does it suddenly move?

Is the divine consciousness hidden in the white cat?

He quickly came forward to explore carefully. Sure enough, he found that there was a wisp of divine consciousness in the white cat's body struggling like a white cat, but he was banned by a spell and could not escape.

The spell Yong Bowen looked familiar. It should also be a spell of Taiping Road, but he had never seen it, and he was puzzled for a moment.

The cotton meowed twice again and raised his right paw and handed it to Yong Bowen. This time, it was no longer the hair-biting look just now, but a flattering look, and its round eyes narrowed.

Yong Bowen looked at the right claw. This is the claw that the cotton scratched him just now. I don't know why, "What are you doing?" Apologize to me? Forget it, just know it's wrong, and I won't hit you."

The old black cat was petrified on the spot.

Yong Bowen also ignored it. He pulled the white cat out from under his cotton claws, pinched the back of his neck and put it in front of him. He smiled and said, "Huajian, you also make mistakes. If you are attached to the human body, you may be able to fight with me, but you don't have the courage. You just want to attach the cat's body to escape first, but it falls under the hands of the real cat. The so-called human calculation is not as good as that of heaven. What else do you have to say?

The white cat struggled angrily and looked unwilling, but it couldn't say anything. Nowadays, there is only the divine consciousness left in the flowers. If you want to make a sound, you can only shake the mana through the divine consciousness, but the remaining mana is all used to protect the divine consciousness and drive the white cat. With a little less, naturally you can't make a sound.

Yong Bowen checked the spell that sealed the consciousness of Huajian, which was quite stable and reliable. Even if he was born, he could not do better. With this spell ban, Huajian could not escape from the body of the white cat.

The only doubt now is who used this spell.

He and the flower room enter the storage room, which is the time before and after. If someone can seal the flower room in such a short time and leave calmly, it will be too amazing. Is there such a fairy-level master in Taiping Road?

At this moment, the petrified cotton finally came to his senses, jumped on Yong Bowen's shoulder, and raised his right paw to Yong Bowen to see. He also looked quite unwilling, meowing and seemed to be quite angry.

Yong Bowen scratched his head and looked carefully at the right claw of the cotton. Then he felt something strange. He couldn't help but move his heart. Then he explored the spell and suddenly found that there was a divine consciousness firmly in the seemingly empty paw of cotton!