Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!

Qing Yi, speaking with his head raised and wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, looked completely unlike the calm and dashing figure he was when fighting enemies in the forest.

Observing Qing Yi's flustered state, Jun Moyan frowned displeasedly:

"All this panic, what a sight."

"No, no, young master, I really saw a ghost, that cat, the corpse of that cat disappeared, just vanished all of a sudden; I had people search the entire Wu Garden but... fuck." Mid-sentence, Qing Yi suddenly felt as if something was watching him.

He took a careful look and was so frightened by the thing Jun Moyan was holding in his arms that he staggered backward two steps, nearly falling to the ground.

He even let loose with a curse.

He steadied himself against the doorframe with one hand and raised the other, pointing at the thing in Jun Moyan's arms: "It, it..."

His fingertip and voice were trembling along with him.

Wen Xiao'ai gave him a disdainful look, thinking, cowardly humans, so sheltered from the world. Just wait until the day her inner core is repaired and her mana restored, allowing her to transform back into human form, then she'd scare him to death.

This cowardice certainly didn't come from his master.

Wen Xiao'ai withdrew her gaze and snuggled further into Jun Moyan's embrace.

Yes, this human had more of a kingly aura, not bringing shame to humankind.

He also smelled nice.

He, he was being looked down upon by a cat?

Qing Yi was dumbfounded.

"Young, young master, are you holding something in your arms?"

Qing Yi stammered a bit.

Could it be... only he could see it?

"Hmm." Jun Moyan responded indifferently, looking down and smoothing the fur of the kitten in his arms.

"It... wasn't it dead?"

Wen Xiao'ai suddenly lifted her head and glared at Qing Yi with authority.

"Meow~"

That sound was as if to say: You're the one who's dead, damn it, how dare you curse her.

Hmph, she'd settle the score with him later.

The vaguely annoyed meow from Wen Xiao'ai inadvertently made Jun Moyan's eyebrows twitch slightly.

He understands? How very astute.

"Where's the drunkard?" asked Jun Moyan, without looking up at Qing Yi.

"He's, he's with Mage Qing Yi."

"Call him over."

"Call the drunkard? Young master, is your wound hurting again?"

"To check on it."

"Oh... right." Although Qing Yi verbally complied, his eyes remained fixed on Wen Xiao'ai.

It's so damn spooky, how could something that clearly stopped breathing come back to life?

And speaking of... Qing Yi suddenly remembered the crow with vampire-like red eyes he had seen while digging the hole.

Countless folk tales sprang into his mind... tales of the dead being possessed by the spirits of animals that lingered around their corpses.

This cat... could it be possessed by that crow?

The more Qing Yi thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and his scalp started to tingle increasingly while his face grew paler.

Damn that Mage Qing Yi, it's all your fault.

Knowing full well how frightened he was of these things yet always tempting him with horror novels.

Causing him to spend many nights hidden under the blankets, sweating profusely from reading horror stories and not even daring to lift the cover.

Totally embarrassing.

Mage Qing Yi would say: Old Bai, such drama you have.

"Hurry up and go."

Seeing Qing Yi still made no move, Jun Moyan glanced at him with a hint of impatience.

Qing Yi snapped back to reality, swallowed hard, and forced his gaze away from the cat.

"Young, young master, maybe... I should call a Mage over."

"Meow~" If Wen Xiao'ai were able to talk at this moment, she'd be putting her paws on her hips and sternly scolding Qing Yi for his lack of guts.

Summoning a Mage now, to perform an exorcism?