The black cat was not born by Mrs. Mao herself, but by the cat with the same fate.

Mrs. Mao's nine cats are all female cats. But in the hundreds of years of exile, only one has ever conceived, and only one son has been born.

On the day they split into a sixth one, Mrs. Mao exchanged a treasure pearl from a mussel spirit in a sale.

It was a black pearl, dark and bright. There seemed to be a breath inside that condensed into light and slowly flowed.

Mrs. Mao was so excited that she forgot her shape, lost her pearl and was swallowed by a cat with the same fate.

Before the old lady could get angry, the belly of the cat's life instantly grew.

Mrs. Mao also felt that her stomach was swollen, and she didn't even have the heart to get angry.

At that time, Mrs. Mao already had some insight, and she knew that the abundant aura of the black pearl had condensed into a fetus in the belly of the cat.

There is no other way but to wait for it to be born.

The cat with the same fate was pregnant for three years, and the old lady wanted to cry without tears.

When the black cat was born, Mrs. Mao experienced the pain of childbirth for her mother.

She lay on the bed, fainting in pain; Outside the house, the female cat gives birth and barks violently.

Mrs. Mao swore in heart-rending pain that when this little bastard was born, she would stew it into soup and absorb the aura of the black pearl bit by bit.

When she opened her eyes in a daze, she found a petite black cat lying on her belly, curled up, sleeping peacefully.

Mrs. Mao pinched it viciously.

The little black cat groaned and rubbed her hand gently.

Mrs. Mao pinched her hand and trembled gently, and the pain during childbirth made her clothes soaked with sweat, and it was clammy and cold at this time.

Suddenly, Mrs. Mao's tears rained down.

She loosened her grip on the black cat's hand and stroked it gently.

Maybe it was the mental shock of the pain of childbirth, or maybe it was the weakness that made her yearn for solace.

Mrs. Mao stroked the little black cat, and the temperature of her palm made her cry.

Mrs. Mao hated the cat to death. But for this black cat, she finally regarded it as her own.

The black cat has no intelligence, but it really depends on her and treats her like a mother.

Mrs. Mao has been lonely for hundreds of years, and what the black cat brings to him is all the warmth that he can feel.

In other words, it was Mrs. Mao herself who told herself that the black cat brought her warmth.

It's like someone who craves companionship, finds an object and gives himself a reason to self-hypnotize.

Mrs. Mao named the black cat, and took his body color as her surname, called Mo Bei.

Mrs. Mao hopes that her son will never be sad and sad.

When a monster heard this, he laughed and teased: This name sounds like a sad ink spirit.

Mrs. Mao bared her teeth at them and didn't pay attention to them.

She just thinks it's good.

Since there was Mo Bei, Mrs. Mao gave it all the cultivation she had in exchange for her clothes.

In just a few years, Mo Bei's spiritual wisdom and enlightenment will soon be able to speak.

Its first sentence reads:

"Mother."

At that moment, Mrs. Mao hugged Mo Bei, tears raining down.

Mrs. Mao began to balance the practice in exchange. Except for the amount to maintain his own survival, the rest was given to Mo Bei.

But Mo Bei disliked the practice that Mrs. Mao had exchanged for it more and more.

In the days when Mrs. Mao ran a tailor shop, Mo Bei walked in the streets and alleys, seeing the hot and cold state of the world, as well as the state of those big monsters with advanced cultivation.

Everyone who comes to seek to trade their clothes, whether it is a human who gives or a demon who wants to take it. Their state is clearly a last resort.

It understands that these beings are succumbing to their own desires. They are willing to pay like this, they deserve it.

But in Mo Bei's view, Mrs. Mao opened such a deal, clearly putting a shortcut in front of them and luring them into succumbing to their own desires.

Without Mrs. Mao's business and Mrs. Mao's instigation, these people can fight against their own desires, devote themselves to cultivation, enrich themselves, and finally achieve their goals.

Mo Bei felt that tempting people was more evil than doing it personally.

Mo Bei and Mrs. Mao broke out into a quarrel, and she ran away from home to practice on her own.

Mrs. Mao was angry, pleading, and hysterical.

Mo Bei finally left.

Mrs. Mao felt that the sky was falling, and she sat at the door of the tailor shop for a long time.

On the third day, a passing monster gave Mrs. Mao a package containing a few fresh fish.

"Your son asked me to bring it to me."

The passing youkai finished speaking and left.

Mrs. Mao hugged the package and cried.

No matter what path he chooses, the son always recognizes his mother.

Mrs. Mao couldn't understand Mo Bei's approach, but the concern in her heart made her choose to give in.

Mo Bei returned to the store, and Mrs. Mao treated her gently. After a while, I watched him leave home to practice.

The mother of the child is worried.

Mrs. Mao often hears humans say this. Now, she finally understood the meaning of the words.

The last time Mo Bei came back, he excitedly told Mrs. Mao that he had sensed that the day of adulthood was approaching.

Mo Bei said that he practiced in the wilderness near a construction site, where there were often three spirits and five monsters, and he was not lonely at all.

Mo Bei said that he bought insurance from Boss Zuo, and even if something went wrong, he would never worry about his life.

Mo Bei said, Mother, you can't always be so greedy, it's not the way of my generation's cultivation.

Mrs. Mao didn't care what he said, she looked at Mo chattering sadly, smiling kindly, and nodding yes in her mouth.

That night, the key incarnation ceremony of Mo Bei, the moon hung in the air like a big silver plate, and the aura of heaven and earth was incomparably abundant.

Dozens of unjust souls that were burned to death were mixed in the aura of heaven and earth and entered Mo Bei's body.

Mo Bei loses his mind and becomes a terrible monster.

Si Chen and Zuo Kui tossed and finally rescued Mo Bei.

When Zuo Kui sent the half-dead Mo Bei, Mrs. Mao's hair exploded.

She fought with Zuo Kui desperately, and once again made the demon street chickens and dogs jump.

The bosses persuaded Mrs. Mao, and Mrs. Mao hated and left.

All her hatred and hatred are placed on Zuo Kui.

Mo Bei woke up, which made Mao Lao too happy.

Mo Bei stood on Zuo Kui's side, looked at her, and sighed lightly.

It jumped on the barrage at the door, bowed to the crowd of onlookers, and said:

"I'm sorry for the trouble to the bosses, so please disperse."

The crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed, but it was very different from that of mortals.

"Son......" Mrs. Mao stretched out her hand and greeted Mo Bei with some pleading.

"Mother, although I am stiff, my consciousness is still there." Mo Bei looked at her and said, "You did this, you shouldn't be alive." ”

Mo Bei turned his head to Zuo Kui and said, "Mr. Zuo, this matter is not my mother's." She is greedy, selfish, and stubborn......"

Mrs. Mao's movements froze, and she slowly sat down.

Mo Bei paused, it looked at Mrs. Mao for a moment, and finally continued to say to Zuo Kui:

But she has been lonely for hundreds of years, and she has suffered from the warmth and coldness of the world. greedy for life and profit, but also tortured by fate to this point. I also hope that Mr. Zuo will not be embarrassed by her, just pity a lonely old woman. ”

Mrs. Mao's tears poured out instantly. She sat on the ground, weeping silently.