Now that it has been confirmed that there will be undercover agents from the Twenty-Eight Mansions attending the homecoming dinner, Ragdoll Cat began to plan ways to expose his weaknesses with high morale.
"We can't do it too obviously, or people will doubt its authenticity, and it might also lead to other superpower sects taking advantage of the opportunity to attack," he propped up his chin with one finger, and spoke thoughtfully, "If we don't wait for the Twenty-Eight Mansions to attack, and other sects get there first, that would be a lot of fun."
Since the Twenty-Eight Mansions can place undercover agents in the Cat God Sect, other super-powered sects can naturally do the same. Faced with a mixed group of people, how to cleverly achieve the goal requires Yun Jian to put a lot of thought into arranging the expected situation.
[But your weakness is not real, you are just pretending to show it to others.]
Cat Toys wondered.
"Yes, of course I am pretending to have weaknesses," Yun Jian said dimly, "When they really attack me, they will find that I am full of weaknesses. There is no need for a mirror, just a random stick can make me unable to fight back."
[……]
The cat toy gave two dry laughs and shut up awkwardly.
Being inside the enemy camp, even though his mental strength had now reached the level where he could communicate silently with the cat toys in his mind, Yun Jian had no intention of saying much. He tapped the wheelchair's armrests inlaid with warm jade with his fingertips. The crisp sounds echoed in the house, like the ethereal and pleasant sound of silver in a temple deep in the mountains in the early morning. The fanatical believer who opened the door and brought in fruits and vegetables was intoxicated by it, and could not help but kneel on the ground, holding the tray and kneeling to the table.
Yun Jian glanced at him indifferently.
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After spending so many days together, he had already labeled these fanatics as psychopaths. He was no longer surprised when they suddenly did something strange, but he couldn't help feeling a little tired.
Wasn't I just sitting in a wheelchair thinking about countermeasures? How did I touch the sensitive and fragile nerves of these fanatics?
[No way, Ragdoll cats are good-looking. Even when looking up at the sky, there is a filter, as if looking through the clouds at the heartless gods of the world.]
Cat toys speak the truth.
[If a tabby cat did this, people would just ask if he had a stiff neck last night.]
Yun Jian: "Hey! Tabby cats are also very attractive!"
Kitty can't listen to this!
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Despite the noise, Ragdoll Cat stayed up all night and made a detailed and effective action plan very seriously. He even carefully divided it into planABCD, listing all possible problems one by one to prevent any unhandled unexpected situations from happening at the banquet.
He even used the identity of Tabby Cat to ask Tang Aibai for information about undercover members of the Cat God Sect.
Tang Aibai was a little hesitant at first. After all, once the information of the undercover member was exposed, the member would inevitably face extreme revenge from the superpower sect, which was the most severe hell. It was not an exaggeration to call it the most severe hell. It was not about whether he believed in Yun Jian or not, but he could not gamble with other people's lives just because of his trust.
It was not until the tabby cat said that he could use a blessing spell that could increase the corresponding person's luck in a short period of time that Tang Aibai finally gave in and handed him the undercover information.
Of course Yun Jian doesn’t know any blessing spells.
"At this kind of banquet, not everyone has the peculiar filters and thought processes of the high priests or fanatics. The risk of me being exposed is very high," he said seriously to the cat toy, "Once something goes wrong, the Cat God Sect will inevitably be attacked by everyone. I have to ensure that the Twenty-Eight Mansions can gain the upper hand in this battle. At least the identity of the Cat God should be able to protect the little undercover."
Of course, it would be best if he could get out of this unscathed. For this reason, Yun Jian even used his physical body to buy a book titled “An Actor's Self-cultivation” in the school bookstore. He secretly flipped through it during self-study class, and Yan Anqing mistakenly thought that he had developed an interest in the entertainment industry.
After a long period of intense preparations, until the priest appeared in the villa and respectfully invited him to the banquet, Ragdoll Cat finally put down the book in his hand and let the fanatics push his wheelchair out of the room.
A group of people entered the space shuttle together and arrived at the banquet hall in a blink of an eye.
This hall is about the size of the basketball court of Sufang No. 1 Middle School. The golden arch on the ceiling shines as brightly as stars. Next to the champagne tower with dozens of layers are a wide variety of pastries and delicacies. A diamond sculpture carved in the shape of a cat stands in the center of the hall.
Ragdoll Cat tried hard to suppress an ignorant exclamation.
He patted the cat toy wildly in his mind: "It turns out that what is shown in the TV series is real! There really is such a luxurious banquet!"
[Hmph, it’s just so-so. The temple where the Cat God lived was much more beautiful than this one, with a spirit pond, phoenix feather trees, and flowers and plants… I won’t pretend anymore. I want that diamond cat!]
He was so busy whispering to his cat toys that he inevitably neglected to control his facial expression and looked quite absent-minded.
The fanatics who had been waiting at the banquet all knelt on the ground, most of them did not dare to look up. A few who were brave enough or had ulterior motives secretly glanced at the Ragdoll Cat, and saw that His face was full of indifference, and He had no interest in anything in front of Him, as if He had already witnessed countless ups and downs and vicissitudes of life in the world, so the gold, silver and wealth that these ordinary people thought were precious were no different from dust and ants.
They felt horrified, as if a handful of cold water was poured from head to toe. They lowered their heads deeply, hiding their calculations and schemes even deeper.
In fact, Yun Jian was just shocked by the scale of such a high-end banquet: Sorry, I am just an ordinary person.
The cat toys that are also envious are: Sorry, gods also like these things.
What little kitty wouldn’t love sparkles?
Looking at the fanatics kneeling on the ground, Yun Jian always had the urge to shout "My dears, please stand up." He coughed lightly, not intending to risk the life of the ragdoll cat. His eyelashes drooped slightly, pretending not to see this group of people. He sat upright in the wheelchair and motioned the fanatics behind him to push him to the buffet table where the food was placed.
As he passed by the priest, he said in a light tone: "It doesn't have to be like this."
The priest stood up quickly, and the fanatics behind him also stood up. They looked at each other and hesitated for a moment, then dispersed at the priest's signal.
Yun Jian was holding a small ice cream cake in his hand. He saw from the corner of his eye that the fanatics were becoming more and more awed, and smiled slightly.
This was the banquet response plan he came up with after discussing it with the cat toy for a long time - the ragdoll cat was too fragile, and the usual methods of establishing authority could not be used. In addition, Yun Jian himself was not used to this kind of environment, and the more he said, the more mistakes he would make. It would be better to just treat the fanatics as a backdrop throughout the whole process. Anyway, with his status as a god, it should be rare for someone to dare to provoke him at the risk of his life when the situation was unclear.
Sure enough, although most of the fanatics lingered around him reluctantly, no one came forward to disturb him.
The ragdoll cat smiled as it looked at the exquisite pastries in front of it.
Perhaps to cater to the preferences of the Cat God, most of these pastries are decorated with cat ornaments of various shapes. Yun Jian picked up a cat ornament with its leg raised and licking its fur and placed it in the palm of his hand, staring at it with interest.
The priest who had been paying attention to this side was so anxious that he jumped up and down.
...Who was responsible for the banquet decoration? They put cats in such an indecent pose! What if the cat god blames me?
Yun Jian didn't think too much about it. He just thought it was cute. He curled his eyes happily, elegantly finished a whole piece of ice cream cake, patted the crumbs on his hands, and raised his hand to signal the fanatic behind him to take him to see the diamond cat statue over there.
He controlled the degree of his curiosity very precisely, as if all other gold and silver objects were nothing but clouds. The only thing that could make him stop was the things related to cats everywhere.
This kind of effortless and all-under-control performance undoubtedly convinced everyone present, whether they were fanatics hoping to be favored by the Cat God or undercover agents from all sides, they all gave up the idea of approaching Him rashly, and instead gathered in groups of three or two with the Ragdoll Cat as the center of the circle.
"The super-powered weapon that caused the explosion in the residential area a while ago was operated by me. This kind of weapon requires extremely precise control of super-powers. I dare say that there are definitely no more than five fingers of the number of weapons that can be used by the entire Su Fang..."
This is a fanatic who boasts endlessly about his achievements in an attempt to be noticed by the Cat God.
Catching a few words from him, the eyes of the ragdoll cat admiring the diamond statue suddenly darkened, and he almost lost his calm expression. In order to prevent the anger flashing in his eyes from being seen, he did not turn around, but just let the cat toy record the guy's appearance, and angrily put him on the must-kill blacklist.
Before this fanatic had even finished his words, others had already rushed to follow suit and claim credit.
"When we offered sacrifices to our god two years ago, I used my connections to get the sacrifices from the orphanage!" shouted an ordinary believer without any super powers.
The fanatics around him rolled their eyes: "It was my grandfather who risked his life to exchange Lord Bu Ou from the Twenty-Eight Mansions! In order to make the space formation of flower-transferring and tree-transferring work, we had to fake a fire scene near the house, which accidentally caused an explosion at the nearby chemical plant. Our whole family almost died!"
"What are you doing? I..."
For a moment, the banquet was bustling with noise. The fanatics pretended to be gentlemen and ladies, toasting each other and seemingly chatting with each other, but in fact they were all secretly looking forward to Bu Ou's reaction.
How could Ragdoll Cat react? He was already so angry that he could only stuff delicious ice cream cakes into his mouth one by one to ease his mood of wanting to get angry and fight.
After all, he was still a minor. Although he had been patrolling with Team Nangong for a long time, he was protected by Tang Aibai and mostly dealt with combat matters like the Hellhounds. Occasionally, when he encountered a super-powered sect, most of the missions were fair sniper missions. Such purely dark parts, except for the explosion in the residential area not long ago, had only been seen in the archives of the Twenty-Eight Mansions.
Not to mention that this group of fanatics said these things in a completely boastful tone, as if those innocent victims were not worth mentioning in their eyes.
[Don't be angry, don't be angry, I've written it all down! No one will be able to escape when the time comes, and we will all accept the justice of the Twenty-Eight Mansions!]
Cat toys buzzed in his mind.
[Ignore them, just pretend you don't care about these things, remember you are a super ruthless ragdoll cat who has seen through the world! ]
Hearing the sound of the cat toy, Yun Jian calmed down. He paused as he reached for the next piece of ice cream cake and turned to pick up the chocolate not far away.
Perhaps they realized that Bu Ou was not interested in these things, or perhaps they had already talked about their main achievements, and there were only trivial and boring family matters left. The voices of the fanatics gradually became quieter, and the clear male voice that suddenly joined in was particularly obvious: "I have seven cats at home."
The ragdoll cat turned back suddenly.
"Seven cats?" This was the second sentence He said after being at the banquet for a long time. "How old are they? If I keep them all at home, won't they fight?"
The fanatics who tried their best but failed to attract the attention of the gods: Fuck (a kind of plant)!
Knowing that Lord Bo'ou was the God of Cats, why didn't they think of discussing cat-related topics? They let a young man who had just joined the sect for a few days get the upper hand!
priest:"……"
Not to mention you, even I, who see the Cat God every day, never thought of trying to please him in this way!
The life winner who has seven cats at home and an undercover agent of Twenty-Eight Mansions smiled slightly.
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