After Yu Keqiu returned home, he felt a little chill inexplicably.

The heating doesn't seem to be running very much.

Yu Keqiu didn't think much about it, turned on the air conditioner and went to cook.

Without the kitten, his dinner was simple.

After dinner, Yu Keqiu cleaned up the table, and then went back to the bedroom to read.

Next semester, he will start teaching cultural history at the same time, so he has been very active in preparing for classes these days.

After preparing for class, I started to send messages to my girlfriend on QQ as usual.

She had disappeared since she was taken away by her parents, and Yu Keqiu asked the people to inquire and know that they had arrived safely at the White Tiger's station.

QQ as usual no one replied.

The man in love let out a long sigh, only to feel colder.

He put his phone aside, took off his glasses and lay down on the bed, closing his eyes.

As he slowly drifted off to sleep, his shadow shook suddenly.

A miniature dragon descended from his shadow and turned into pure black when it landed on the ground, looking like a miniature version of the dragon figure.

At this time, after the dragon fell to the ground, it first paraded dizzily for a while, and then finally found the main owner.

It slowly climbed onto his bed.

Jiao is not toxic, but Jiao should have.

In order to take revenge, he made himself neither human nor ghostly, obviously a dragon about to turn into a dragon, but he inlaid himself with poisonous fangs.

At this time, the mini version of Jiao Ying also reproduced the fangs of the original body.

It's just that this mini version is not a real dragon, it's just a shadow dragon.

The shadow of the dragon can be separated from people, the shadow can follow others, and it can also transform when necessary.

The shadow Jiao climbed onto Yu Keqiu's bed.

Tsk, what kind of supernatural person is the first person, it's nothing more than that.

Thinking so, he triumphantly bit down on his neck.

Shadow Jiao's teeth seeped into his skin like a black mist, leaving no wounds.

Just when it wanted to just do nothing and poison him to death, the window was slammed open.

"Meow!!" A little white cat jumped in from the window and slapped its paw on Shadow Jiao's head.

Jiao Ying has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, and no matter how powerful the beasts can't help him, but now he has been slapped on the head by a cat.

His resentful eyes stared at the kitten in front of him.

On the bed, Yu Keqiu also woke up.

Shadow Jiao's poisonous gas had seeped into his body, and Yu Keqiu struggled to support his body.

"Xiaozhi?" His face turned pale.

The kitten stared at the shadow Jiao in front of him, and the cat exploded, and the sharp nails in a pair of claws had been opened.

The kitten, who used to play with him in front of him with pink and tender paws, finally showed his sharp blade.

Yu Keqiu's body was weak, and he just wanted to tell her to leave here first.

Shadow Jiao was entrenched on the sidelines, still unwilling to give up this opportunity.

He swam like a poisonous snake, trying to find a chance to kill with one hit.

Finally, he seemed to find a flaw, and his head jerked forward.

In the life of "pop", the kitten's paws hit the head of the shadow Jiao all of a sudden.

Shadow Jiao was in pain, howled, and pounced again.

In the animal kingdom, cats have snakes on their plates.

Because cats react exceptionally fast, no matter how venomous the snake is, it is almost impossible to hit a cat.

The shadow Jiao is not as good as the snake.

After being scratched for an unknown number of marks, Shadow Jiao finally turned around and fled.