northernbook Chapter 390 I had 6 kittens with the black and white cat
Chapter 390 I had 6 kittens with the black and white cat
Evelyn walked forward with a smile, gently ruffled Yuanbao's fluffy head, and spoke affectionately:
"Long time no see, Orange, you've gotten even fatter."
Yuanbao glanced at her sideways: "Do you even know how to talk to someone?!"
Wasim also strode over and solemnly gave Yuanbao a thumbs-up:
"It has to be you, Yuanbao! Your moves are always decisive, no one can compare!"
Yuanbao then slowly meowed, its tail swaying gently on Lin Feng's shoulder, its posture full of smug satisfaction, as if it were a piece of cake.
Lin Feng watched this scene with a slight smile on his lips.
With a slight thought, he took out a can of dried deep-sea fish from his personal space.
The can is printed with a tuna with its tail curled up; it's a premium product that he specially stocked up on.
He gripped the pull ring with his thumb, and with a soft "hiss," the sealing cap popped open, instantly filling the air with a rich fishy aroma.
"Thank you so much for earlier. Let me treat you to something."
Yuanbao glanced down at the neatly arranged dried fish in the can, his amber pupils dilated slightly, and he clearly swallowed.
But it stubbornly turned its head away, and its tail lightly brushed against the back of Lin Feng's head.
"No rush, leave it for now, I'll take it back and eat it slowly later."
Lin Feng was slightly taken aback, raised an eyebrow and looked at Yuanbao teasingly:
"What's gotten into you? You weren't like this before when you saw dried fish."
Yuanbao straightened its round body and sat even more upright on Lin Feng's shoulder:
"Let me tell you something first."
A hint of a smile flashed across Lin Feng's eyes, and he casually ruffled its hair:
"Judging from your tone, it sounds like something joyous?"
Yuanbao's whiskers curled slightly, and his tail swished even more enthusiastically:
"That's right! I have a child with... Hua Hua!"
Lin Feng suddenly stopped in his tracks: "You mean—that cow-patterned cat from Jingjing's Ghost School?"
"Who else could it be but her?" Yuanbao's amber eyes were full of pride. "She gave birth to six kittens in one litter, each one with a chubby face and glossy fur."
"Six?" Lin Feng reached out and ruffled Yuanbao's hair. "Your efficiency is impressive. So, are you... a full-time stay-at-home dad now?"
"Yes." Yuanbao sighed, but his tone was full of undisguised tenderness and pride.
"I have to watch over her every day, feeding her and putting her to bed. Hua Hua has a terrible temper now. She scratches me if she's not happy at all. It's so annoying."
Lin Feng felt a warmth in his heart upon hearing this, and gently stroked Yuanbao's soft fur with his fingertips, whispering a promise:
"Once this Silent Temple instance is finished, I'll take Wan'er to visit you, Huahua, and those little guys at the Jingjing Ghost School, and bring them some delicious food."
Yuanbao's ears perked up instantly, and he became alert in a flash.
"Then remember to bring plenty of food! Canned food, dried anchovies, meat strips... the more the better! It's a large family, expenses will be high!"
Lin Feng was amused by its eagerness to do good for its family:
"Don't worry, there will be plenty!"
Yuanbao then meowed contentedly, "You've got some conscience, kid. I didn't help you for nothing."
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the other side.
Dave, Park Ji-won, and Sergei escorted the Slit-Mouthed Woman as they continued along the outer wall of the temple.
Dave walked in front, with Sergei bringing up the rear.
Park Ji-won walked to the right of the slit-mouthed woman, still immersed in the afterglow of the kiss—or rather, the lingering fear.
His lips were still numb; the cold, sticky sensation felt like it was branded onto his skin, and he couldn't shake it off.
He unconsciously wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then wiped it again. On the third wipe, the slit-mouthed woman suddenly turned her head and glanced at him.
"You look down on me?!"
Park Ji-won froze, quickly lowering her hand:
"No, no, absolutely not! I was just—just sweating, wiping my sweat!"
The slit-mouthed woman didn't speak again, but her dark, dry eyes stared at him intently for several seconds.
Park Ji-won seemed to be nailed to the spot, enduring an entire century.
When he reached the middle of the west side of the outer wall, Dave suddenly stopped.
His ears caught a faint rustling sound coming from outside the west wall.
The next second, Dave's expression changed drastically:
"Oh no! It's rats and snakes!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than several dark figures suddenly darted out of the roadside weeds—
Seven or eight enormous rats, all black with glossy fur and blood-red eyes, squeaked and pounced toward the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
Meanwhile, three or four snakes were mixed in, including a green snake as thin as a finger, a venomous snake with patterns all over its body, and a silver-ringed snake, all with their sights set on the Slit-Mouthed Woman.
Clearly, the intense karmic aura emanating from the Slit-Mouthed Woman acted like a magnet, attracting these animals.
The moment the Slit-Mouthed Woman saw the rats and snakes, the smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme disgust and fear.
She suddenly crouched down, clutching her head tightly with both hands, her body trembling uncontrollably, emitting a sharp hiss; all her previous allure was gone—
She was most afraid of rats and snakes when she was young, and once she was locked in an old house full of junk overnight.
The rustling sounds in the darkness and the cold touch that crawled across her feet became a nightmare etched into her bones.
Even after death, when they became a ghost, the fear rooted deep in their soul never dissipated in the slightest.
"Quickly! Drive them away! Don't let them disturb the pilgrims!"
Dave shouted anxiously, bent down to pick up a stone from the ground, and threw it at the two rats that were pouncing on the front.
With a "bang," a stone struck a rat on the head. The rat let out a shrill scream, collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and then went still.
Another mouse was grazed by a pebble, squeaking in pain, and temporarily retreated a few steps.
Park Ji-won also came to his senses. He looked around, picked up a fallen branch, and swung it forcefully at the onrushing rat snake.
The branch struck a rat that was lunging at the Slit-Mouthed Woman, making a crisp sound. The rat squeaked and tumbled away.
He swung his sword a few more times, forcing back a green snake that was trying to approach from the side.
Sergei furrowed his thick eyebrows, but his large, bell-like eyes showed no fear whatsoever.
As a lumberjack from the Grizzly Bear Kingdom, he had been cutting down trees in the primeval forests of Siberia for twenty years. He had even faced bears head-on more than once, so a few rats and snakes were not worthy of making him frown.
"You little brat, you're asking for it!"
He gave a low shout and strode forward to meet them.
His burly body stepped onto the stone slabs, each step causing the broken stones to tremble slightly.
A large black rat squeaked and pounced on the woman with the slit mouth. Sergei seized the opportunity, raised his right foot sharply, and stomped down hard with his heavy work boot, which whistled through the wind.
With a muffled "crack," the rat didn't even have time to scream before it was crushed into a bloody mess and flattened onto the stone slab.