Shen Jiu felt that his expression had probably froze on his face.

She reached out and stroked the cat's hair, but the fat cat jumped up with a "whoosh": "What are you doing?" ”

The hair on its whole body exploded, fluffy like a ball, but there was a small crumpled clump on its back: "Why are you my hair!" Are you jealous of my furry! ”

Shen Jiu raised his hand, touched the fat cat's head soothingly, then lowered his eyebrows, and said softly: "I'm sorry, I was a little surprised just now, and I started a little heavier." ”

The fat cat stared at her for a moment before she broke free from her anger that "my servant actually supplied my hair."

It lay back on Shen Jiu's lap, its thick tail flicking off one after another.

Shen Jiu pursed his lips and continued to pet the cat while thinking back to what the fat cat had just said.

can change her body shape, and can also hypnotize and tamper with her memory, Jiang Chi obviously will not be an ordinary human.

Shen Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then, since she first met Jiang Chi, most of the characters he showed were disguised, and his identity was mostly fake.

A descendant of the first bishop of the Sanctuary?

Shen Jiu sneered lightly, and his fingertips gently stroked the neck of the cat in his arms, scratching it to make a comfortable "purr" sound.

Jiang Chi's identity came out of the mouths of the two policemen, but this was most likely not the result of their inquiry, but Jiang Chi hypnotized them and forcibly instilled in them their cognition.

So what is Jiang Chi's true identity?

Shen Jiu licked his lips lightly, wanting to sort out the information he already knew, but a question unexpectedly came to his mind-

Jiang Chi is a blood clan, but he is living according to the routine of human beings, and even walks in the sun many times, will he be injured?

The cat's purr sounded in her ears, and as soon as Shen Jiu's worry surfaced, she remembered what the fat cat had said to her in the afternoon: "Walking in the sun is the exclusive ability of the first generation of blood clans."

The First Bloodline.

Shen Jiu's fingertips stiffened slightly.

Judging from historical records, only one first generation of the entire blood clan was born.

The one who provoked the holy war, the king of the Blood.

Shen Jiu's fingertips hung stiffly in the air for a while, but they still lightly landed on the fat cat's body.

The fat cat was touched comfortably by her, her ears trembled, and she suddenly remembered something: "That's right." ”

It rolled over lazily, "Didn't you tell me to follow you and see if anything was following you?" ”

The fat cat said casually: "When I followed you to the convenience store, I saw a bat following you all the way. ”

Shen Jiu subconsciously frowned.

The fat cat sensed Shen Jiu's pause. It tilted its head slightly, and its green eyes looked at it suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?" ”

Shen Jiu lowered his head, licked his lips slightly, and forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

She shook her head slightly: "It's okay." ”

It happened that a customer entered the door, and Shen Jiu gently pushed the fat cat. Reluctantly, it jumped off her knees, crouched on the ground to the side, and licked her hair slowly.

The guest quickly selected the items and brought them to her to settle the bill.

It was a distinctly blood-clan, with a pale complexion and a deep, dark red pupil.

He leaned against the cash register, waiting for Shen Jiu to settle the bill, while chatting casually: "You are a little girl, you are on duty alone at night, aren't you afraid of danger?" ”

Shen Jiu flashed his fangs expressionlessly.