When Yan Luge came back, he saw the eldest daughter of the emperor squatting on the ground and petting the cat crazily.

Suer VII gave a very face-saving response to the expected reaction of a kitten, actively rubbing his palm when he was touched on the head, looking up and squinting comfortably when his chin was scratched, and turning over and lying down to expose his belly when he was comfortably stroked......

And Shi Curti found that the cat senior did not seem to resist being stroked, his eyes were slightly bright, and his movements were one step closer, boldly trying to pick it up.

She strained ......

Hard......

I used the strength to feed......

Failed to hold the cat.

She slid backwards with one hand and fell to the grass, but the golden cat did not move, tilting her head innocently.

Scotti got up, sighed, and continued to touch the two cat's heads to decompress.

Song of Words: "......"

You can't hold a cat, but you must .jpg it

He stood in the jungle and said with a smile: "My little seven is cute, right?" ”

Scottie doesn't hide her love for her cat predecessors: "It's so cute! ”

"Don't look at it so easy to touch, it's actually very powerful." Yan Luge casually explained why he left his job and left alone, "It's enough to be domineering in this subspace. ”

Shi Curty nodded approvingly: "Yes, after all, you have to protect your money bag." ”

Song of Words: "......"

How did the eldest daughter of the emperor know her new nickname again?

Oh yes, he almost forgot that Sur VII, a fake cold spirit, didn't speak very well, and many times he would express himself by transmitting fragments of memory.

So, if Shi Curti didn't find him when he came out, so he asked Xiao Qi, the latter might really pack up the small memory he had before he left and pass it on to her......

However, it is impossible to make Director Yan feel apologetic.

What's wrong with nicknames? Does he get up less?

What's wrong with making some money? He has the final say in this market!

"Come, money bag, come and enjoy the gold VIP treatment of the big money bag." With a wave of his hand, the thing he was dragging fell forward.

It wasn't until the scarlet tentacles carried a huge mass of something that Scorti saw that Rhythm Song had not returned empty-handed, but had gone to hunt some otherworldly creature.

It can't be blamed for not seeing it.

Because the mass that Yan Lu Song dragged was almost transparent.

It was only when it was picked up and dropped to the ground that it shook like a ripple, revealing a jelly-like clump of outline.

"What is this?" Scotty's attention was drawn to the transparent creature that was not listed in the Atlas of Transcendent Creatures.

"Breakfast." The words and songs are concise and to the point.

“…… I guessed it. Scotti leaned over, as if to poke at the clear jelly, but held back, "I wonder what species it is?" ”

"A slime fungus that lives in water." "Well, let's call it 'Transparent Slime Mold'." ”

"What a simple name." Shi Curti nodded, "What about the score of this clear fungus?" ”

She suspected that someone had already secretly tasted the clear mushroom.

"30 points."

Poeti thinks she misheard: "...... Yes? So unpalatable? ”

"The mucus of transparent slime mold is essentially digestive juice, which is bitter and astringent to eat, and has a certain corrosiveness." "So, we need a little special way of cooking.

"Come, come out and work."

As he spoke, he tilted his head.

So Scotty saw a white-striped millipede the size of a small arm crawl over his shoulder and along his arm.

Shi Curti suddenly got goosebumps, and subconsciously took half a step back.

She didn't expect that Yan Luge would really keep this thing as a pet! He would let such a large millipede crawl on him as if nothing had happened!

Isn't this person really scary or disgusting at all?!

I've sworn to carry out a hunting style to the end, right?!

Yan Luge pinched the body of the white-streaked millipede and threw it onto the clear slime mold.

"Blot it off." He commanded.

The white-striped millipede understood this command, lowered its head, opened its fangs, and protruded a spiky habit from between its teeth, poking into the transparent slime fungus beneath its feet.

It began to suck on the mucus of the transparent slime mold, but after only one puff, it raised its head and refused to suck again.

Its staple diet is warm-blooded blood, not the slimy, cold slime.

It moved its limbs and quickly ran down from the clear slime mold, ready to burrow into the dirt to escape.

But its intentions did not succeed.

Because Yan Luge kicked it without hesitation.

He kicked the albicanic millipede as it tried to escape, flipping over its heels and landing on the hyaline slime again.

Then he didn't mean to repeat the order, just watched it quietly.

The white-striped millipede curled up in pain, and it took a long time to come to its senses, but it no longer dared to disobey Yan Luge's order, and lay on the transparent slime mold aggrievedly, and gulped down the mucus of the transparent slime mold.

"Something that can't be raised." Yan Luge sneered, "Listen to me honestly, I won't treat you badly." Isn't it interesting to attack me twenty-three times in one night and run away ninety-one? ”

Scotti looked at the white-veined millipede who was forced to suck junk food, and inexplicably felt a little pitiful for the other party......

She remembered the scene of Yan Luge training insects last night, and looked at the white-veined millipede a few more times from afar: "Why do I think its feet have become fewer?" ”

"It's half less." Yan Luge said casually, "If it can't do the action I requested, I'll pull out one of its legs."

"Don't say it, it's a delicate job.

"In order for it to feel pain and maintain its basic mobility, I had to pull it out one by one, and my eyes were glazed."

Poetry: "......"

No wonder it strikes you twenty-three times in one night and runs away ninety-one.

This white-streaked millipede has been tortured by you into a white-streaked pentupe, can you not hate you?

While thinking, Scotty stole a glance at the golden cat.

Now she was sure that the relationship between Yanluge and Sur VII was definitely not that of a master and a pet—just look at his different attitude towards the white-striped millipede than towards the golden cat.

The white-striped millipede buries itself in the mucus of the transparent slime fungus.

As the slime faded away, the outline of the hyaline slime mold gradually emerged—a white mass of cotton wool.

The body of the white-striped millipede slows down significantly after sucking for a while, like a well-fed person who has difficulty swallowing anything.

But it didn't dare to stop.

For fear of being punished, I had to devour it one bite at a time until I had drained all the mucus and my body had expanded in a large circle.

It rolled to the ground, belly upside down, foaming at the mouth, dense feet twitching, and looked like it had been poisoned.

What a pathetic big bug......

But pity is pitiful, and Scotti really can't sympathize with this thing, and even secretly takes another half step back.

Except for the image of the millipede that is so hideous that people can't sympathize, who let this big bug plan to sneak up on her last night and suck her blood?

However, at this time, Yan Luge suddenly turned his head and glanced at her with a smile.

The smile was vaguely oozing.

"Be careful, this thing is playing dead."

In the next second, Shi Curti saw Yan Luge pick up the white-streaked millipede with its belly facing the sky and throw it at her.

A giant millipede, as long as a human arm and thicker from the clear slime, fell from the sky and slammed into her face, almost falling on top of her.

At that moment, Scotti could no longer suppress the fear that she had so well hidden.

The calmness and decency of the eldest daughter of the emperor also seem to have nothing to do with her.

She sprang up and retreated several meters.

"Words! Law! Song! What are you doing! ”

(End of chapter)