Chapter 22: I feel bad, why don’t I have a cat? “I’m sorry…

"I'm sorry, but this is a piece of merchandise that escaped from our place. I'll take it away right away so that it won't bother you."

The slave trader who came in a hurry wiped his sweat and reached out to pull the little werewolf with a smile on his face. Before he could get close, the two knights drew their swords again and stared at him coldly.

In their eyes, whether it was a werewolf or a slave trader, anyone approaching without permission was a source of danger. The merchant quickly stepped back, fearing that the other party would accidentally slip.

The little werewolf suddenly shrank his head. Perhaps it was not quite accurate to call him a child, as he looked about the same age as the cheap believer. He stared at me.

If it were an ordinary person, they would have been unable to resist taking it away. I heard at least ten players shouting "so cute!" and taking photos with their bodies visibly stiff.

It would be too much to expect them to have empathy. I shook my legs, trying to get him off my feet. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to have any effect.

The slave trader was a little embarrassed: "Let go of this noble man! Don't you know what you are, you dumb dog!"

When he found out that I could help him, the werewolf became even more aggressive and unwilling to leave. He curled up at my feet motionlessly, looking dark, thin, and extremely weak, like a puppy drenched in rain.

The player forum never deceived me.

The poor little dog picked up outside will definitely grow up to be a lone wolf, and then eat the person who raised him, and then enter some indescribable links, thus entering the content of the book, and it will be a violation to say anything more.

So I turned around and left without hesitation, leaving no chance for the other party. As early as when I was browsing those player forums with Big Beard, I was ready to face this situation in the future. Now is the time to test!

Just then, my feet suddenly sank.

A hand tightly grabbed my trouser leg. I lowered my head and met a pair of animalistic eyes.

This kid really shouldn't pretend to be pitiful. If there was a mirror here, he would see how inappropriate it looks. But both humans and beasts will burst into amazing brilliance when their lives are about to go out. He said hoarsely, "Save me."

The pair of grey eyes stared at me stubbornly. I should have turned around and walked away. After all, what did a puppy have to do with me? The church would not say anything.

But at this moment, I suddenly remembered the cat I once had.

Yes, Death and black cats are a popular match. But unfortunately, the cat I'm talking about is just an ordinary stray cat.

This story begins with an even older story. Before I became the god of death, I did have a cat.

It is very good at catching mice and birds. It is not afraid of beasts bigger than itself. It will even rush to challenge them. Therefore, adults hate it and always throw stones to drive it away.

But to me at that time, this cat was an important family member. If it weren't for it, I would have starved to death. When it occasionally felt like getting close to people, it would slowly approach like this, with its tail casually and artificially sweeping across my legs.

When you look over, he turns his head away, only occasionally glancing at you with his grey eyes, as if waiting to be touched.

I have never been able to resist such expressions, and I only have a limited amount of computing power to control this body. So when I realized it, my hand had already landed on top of his head and touched it.

I:"……"

Little wolf: "..."

I was about to withdraw my hand when the little wolf grabbed my hand and pressed it firmly on his head. The speed and ferocity of his movements were simply breathtaking.

Our eyes met, and his eyes were full of the aura of "You've already touched me, and you still want to run away?"

This is absolutely a blatant fraud.

I just can't figure it out, do I look like someone who loves picking up small animals?

Half an hour later, the dragon chewing the magic crystal looked at me and the wolf cub I was holding with disdain. The wolf cub's ears were tense and he was about to jump up in fear.

"Why did you pick up another one?"

I rolled my eyes, fished out two magic crystals from its mouth and put them in my pocket. The dragon kept cursing, and I felt very justified.

"You should eat sparingly. Do you know what thriftiness means?"

Long rolled his eyes and said, "Bullshit, you're just angry because I said it right."

How could I not talk nonsense? I am the Holy Son of the Church of the Lord of Light. How could I take revenge on my beloved contracted beast because of something like this?

So, I took away all the remaining magic crystals.