Mrs. Mao has had many masters.

Her first owner was also an old lady, who raised her for some years and then returned to the west.

She wandered for a while and was adopted by a middle-aged woman.

After a few years, the middle-aged woman died of a sudden illness.

It is rare for people to live for 70 years, and it is not unusual to have an era when people will die if they catch a cold.

After that, Mrs. Mao's life was back and forth between being adopted and wandering.

At that time, Mrs. Mao's wisdom was still very low, and she never thought about why she had such a long life.

When she is full, she plays and sleeps, and when she is hungry, she screams a few times. When you don't have an owner, you go through the garbage you can find.

encountered a famine year, and also ate two mouthfuls of dead people's stomachs.

It's just to live.

Slowly, Mrs. Mao began to be able to analyze their meaning from human tones.

In order to eat well and sleep well, she worked this matter and spent many years.

After becoming a person, she realized that it was the feeling of slowly becoming familiar with a language.

After Mrs. Mao could understand human speech, she became an elf-like existence. From where there is food to eat, whose house no one can sleep in, to the most unspeakable secrets between people, she can hear that she knows the world of people.

Of course, during this time, I got to know many other animals and spirits.

There are many unwritten rules among elves, the first of which is not to ask each other's origins. The original form of a youkai is likely to expose the weakness that killed him.

Therefore, it is a big taboo to ask the other party about the behavior they experienced before becoming a demon.

Of course, if the other party trusts enough and is willing to explain it himself, then it's a different matter.

Mrs. Mao also knew monsters that could transform into human forms, but before she knew this rule, she never asked them how to transform into humans.

That's not what she wanted.

She felt that the human world was a mess, fame and fortune, and hard work.

My life is to eat when I want to eat, sleep when I want to sleep, and I am extremely comfortable.

Mrs. Mao wandered to a small city, where the stray cats are very ordinary, and there is nothing to do.

Mrs. Mao easily led these stray cats, and the wild cats served her like their ancestors.

Over time, Mrs. Mao also regarded these wild cats as her own children.

Mrs. Mao and the wild cats live in a mass grave, where few living people come to disturb them. Occasionally, a few shredded carcasses are sent here to feed hungry wildcats.

Mrs. Mao lives in a dry grave, and occasionally goes around the city to see the customs and find delicious food in the world.

It's also at ease.

The food in the restaurant in the town tastes good. Mrs. Mao is fast, can understand people's words, and often goes to steal food, so that there are always young guys who are scolded by the chef.

Until Mrs. Mao ate cat meat.

Mrs. Mao ate a lot of dishes, and she didn't feel that she had some insight in food. When she first tasted the delicate meat dish, she only noticed something unusual.

The shredded meat is simmered very heavy, and after stir-frying, the smell is almost masked.

But the hairy old lady has a tricky mouth, and it is a cat's tongue, which is much sharper than that of mortals.

But Mrs. Mao didn't think much about it, the taste of the dish was still good. She stole a few bites and jumped on the beams of the house satisfied.

Chef found out, cursing the invisible habitual thief.

He looked at the jar of meat, and when he saw that it was empty, he called for his men to fetch some meat.

Mrs. Mao's curiosity surged up, and she followed the man in the shadows.

There's also a bunch of guys busy in the backyard. The guy who took the meat snorted a few times, and carried a basin of blistered raw meat into the back kitchen.

When Mrs. Mao saw the contents of the basin, the hair on her body exploded.

It was a pot of skinned dead cats, cleaned and white.

Mrs. Mao let out a terrible howl and jumped on the man's face. Her sharp claws left deep scratches on the guy's face, and blood splattered everywhere.

The man covered his face, wailed, and threw the basin out.

The blood of the cat's corpse was scattered all over the ground.

The men and the cooks were alarmed, and they rushed over, shocked by the huge body of the old lady Mao.

"Catch it! It's a goblin! ”

I don't know who shouted.

Everyone rushed up. Mrs. Mao rushed left and right with agility and easily escaped the round-up.

A group of people collided, and the whole back kitchen was in a mess.

Mrs. Mao ran wildly on the way back to the mass grave. Her pupils became erect, and saliva and tears flowed down her face.

Mrs. Mao lay in the grave for several days, not eating or drinking. Whenever other wild cats came around, she howled violently and chased them away.

There were unsuspecting people passing by, and they were scared to the point of urine.

On the fifth day, Mrs. Mao felt a little strange.

She found that there were no wild cats to harass her for a whole day.

Mrs. Mao was so hungry that she staggered out of the dry grave and found that it was already night.

She howled, but no other wildcat responded to her.

Mrs. Mao was so hungry that she had no strength. She had eaten some dead bodies that had just been thrown down for a few days, and regained some strength.

After that, she walked around the mass grave for a long time, but she never found her cats and grandchildren.

She ran into the city and inquired about the elves in the city who had taken on human form.

The news she got made her fall into an ice cave.

The people in the restaurant used medicine to turn over the wild cats in the mass grave and arrested them all.

Mrs. Mao rushed to the restaurant like crazy, and the picture she saw was bloody.

Mrs. Mao made a fuss in the restaurant.

Her claws scratched through everyone she could reach, she smashed everything she could in the back kitchen, and the guests in the restaurant were tossed to a mess by her.

But the pain in my heart has never diminished in the slightest.

The guys eventually caught her and beat her half to death.

If you can toss it again, it's nothing more than a cat.

Mrs. Mao was hung upside down, and the butcher sharpened his knife, and his face was covered with bright red blood marks scratched by it.

An old lady pushed the door open and entered the backyard. She was richly dressed, holding Buddhist beads in her hands, and surrounded by maids and servants.

"Ouch!" When the old lady saw this, she cried out, "What a sin! Put it down! ”

The guys hurriedly put Mrs. Mao down and nodded one by one.

A middle-aged man walked out of the old lady's side: "What is this for?" Where did such a big cat come from? ”

A shopkeeper-like man came over and said, "Boss, it was sent to the door by itself." It seems that this beast has been stealing food from our restaurant a few days ago. Today, I don't know why, I dare to make a fuss in our restaurant blatantly, it's like crazy. ”

"Hmph, can you stop making trouble, can you stop making trouble? Look at you, slaughtering so many cats every day, this is God sent the cat ancestor to warn you! ”

The old lady tapped on her crutches and said angrily.

When the proprietor heard this, his face was a little disdainful, but he still respectfully supported the old lady and said, "Yes, my mother is merciful." ”

He pointed to the guys and said, "Put it away." ”

The old lady said again: "If you fight like this, you won't survive if you let it out." Take it home, I'll take care of it, and I'll give you some virtue. ”

The proprietor readily agreed, greeted a few guys, and carried Mrs. Mao back to his house.