The cook hurriedly reached in and grabbed the kitten nested in the hay.

"It's still a white cat."

The little guy is soft, with a slender tail hooked on his belly, a soft white fur stained with a lot of blood, and his head hangs weakly when he is caught in his hand, his eyes are closed, his pink mouth is slightly open, and he spits out a tender pink tongue.

"I'm dying, throw it out."

Du San frowned and waved his hand, asking the cook to quickly dispose of the cat, after all, the master never liked these gadgets.

The cook was a little unbearable to hold the kitten.

The little things are quiet in the palm of the hand, and the body is soft and warm, if there are no dirty things on the body, it must be snow-white and flawless.

People don't live well these days, and cats don't live well.

In the end, the cook put the white cat under the roots of the tree outside the backyard door, and spread a thick layer of hay on her before leaving.

"My own children are almost out of life, and I don't have the time to support you, so you can ask for more blessings."

The cook muttered a few words and then turned away, not noticing some faint movement under the pile of hay behind her, and the faint meow of the cat gradually became clear, followed by a white figure slowly arching under the hay.

A chill breeze blew away the pile of hay, the milky "meow" sound disappeared in the wind, the original dying white cat slowly opened its eyes, in the light of the faintly lit sky, a pair of different pupils quietly contracted, as clear as the lake blue with a mysterious and quiet purple, with the sky in full bloom, the white cat posture elegant and lazy stand up, under the mottled blood stains on the body is like snow-like pure white hair, it turned its head and gently licked the wound on its back, the tongue full of barbs is small and pink.

Ding Bao never expected that as soon as he opened his eyes, the world in front of him would become so huge and unfamiliar.

She could hear many sounds that she hadn't noticed before, and she could clearly see the dead leaves rolling in the wind under the corner of the wall in the distance, and the initial stunned made her a little confused.

"What's the situation?"

"Meow Meow~"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the sound that came out turned out to be a cat meow!

Ding Bao took three seconds to calm down, and then looked down at his feet.

Well, it's a pair of pure white cat paws, very much like peeled mangosteen, looking soft and small, with a little force, the fingertips suddenly stretch out the sharp claw tips......

She really became a cat, and she was still a white cat.

Ding Bao was stunned for a moment, followed by a memory that did not belong to her.

The body she is in now belongs to a cat demon.

This is the thirteenth year of the civil calendar, which is the era of the country's turbulent Western culture, the recent monarchy system was abolished, and the spirits that originally existed in rural folklore have become intolerable existences.

Today's rulers have formed a team of warlocks who are specially used to catch demons among the people, and they are managed by the supreme ruler "Shogun" to catch monsters hiding in the world.

The original owner is a cat demon who has been cultivating for more than 100 years, and in the era when she was born, civilians had to kneel when they saw the official master, and now these feudal systems have been abolished, and the one with the highest status is not called "Long Live Lord", but "General".

In the past, more than a hundred years were living their lives freely, but now warlocks are rampant and specialize in catching monsters, and the original owner, as a cat demon with low mana, bore the brunt and was seriously injured.

Fortunately, she had a big life, and she turned into a prototype and escaped by grabbing the warlock's hand at a critical time, otherwise she might have been stripped and sent to the General's Mansion now, and she would have died without a corpse.

After escaping, the cat demon was seriously injured and was quickly frozen to death in this ice and snow.

And Ding Bao followed closely behind to occupy this body.

At the end of the memory, she felt a hot pain in her back, her four paws were almost unconscious, her whole body was soft and weak, her mouth was dry and hungry.

She felt a little uncomfortable in her throat, she couldn't cough out a dry cough, she felt a little snot dripping from under her nose, and she wanted to reach out to wipe it, but then she saw a soft white paw stand up.

Ay......

Ding Bao sighed.

She knew that she was here to do a mission, but she never expected that she would wake up and become a species.

"Hurry up and get warm up, don't freeze to death."

A voice rang in my ears.

Ding Bao shook his head, and his little short legs couldn't reach his ears no matter how he lifted them.

"Why am I a cat?"

"No way, who let this cat demon have the same name as you."

"Then what if I have the same name as a cabbage next time?"

"No, who would name a cabbage Ding Bao?"

Ding Bao didn't want to pay attention to it, she only knew that she had a fast-wearing assistant named Baza Hei in her head now, and she didn't know anything about the rest.

All she could do in this cold world was shiver and curl up

The ball continued to tremble, burying its head in his stomach, revealing only a small ear that was shivering from the cold.

I don't know how long time has passed.

The huge city slowly woke up, stretching for more than ten miles on the Ping'an Street, the traders who came and went carrying their burdens to go south to north shouted, standing on the side of the road holding an oil-paper umbrella, and a girl in a light blue cheongsam stretched out her hand to stop a rickshaw. As the wheels of the rickshaw rotated rapidly, the Lincheng Morning Post sticking to the ground was scraped up, and many conspicuous headlines were written on the black and white pages, among which #Linbei Warlords Divide the Eastern Triangle# was the most prominent and eye-catching.

The newspaper seller picked up the newspaper on the ground, wiped it and folded it, and continued to put it in the satchel on his chest, chasing the passers-by who shouted coming and going, the bank clerk in the suit, the schoolgirl with the cloak on her shoulder, and the woman in the round hat...... The bustling and noisy streets are bustling like a slowly unfolding picture, from the south to the north of the street, accompanied by the white smoke curling from the cake stalls, and the early 20th century Lincheng Ping'an Street has been divided into two distinct parts.

On the south side of the street are dance halls, banks and department stores that have been fully impregnated with foreign culture, while on the north side of the street seems to have been neglected by history, the narrow and long street is full of shavers and shoe shiners, and the deeper alleys are full of the appearance of the old Lincheng, the girls who carry the burden to sell flowers and the juggling of gongs and drums are all symbols of the old Lincheng that has been immersed for hundreds of years.

And the big courtyard standing in the middle of the north and south, is the rich gentry house at the top of the whole Ping'an Street, the gate faces south, the whole house is wider than the Qinyang River at the end of the South Street, the tiger head bolt on the vermilion gate symbolizes the status of the master, and the high threshold highlights the long history of the house.