Chapter 044 Little Pet
After all, Garcia had seen eyes of all sizes blinking at him before. Although he fainted from fright both times, at least he had seen some of the world and raised his psychological threshold.
Now, seeing this miraculous scene of a person being resurrected, he remained strong and composed.
At the same time, she apologized in her heart for criticizing the robed man for his greasy words.
After all, who would have thought that this handsome man with neat short white hair was actually a kitten?
It's just a little cat with a bad temper who will bite and scratch people.
"Eli," the robed man said in a deep voice, "You can't always be so willful."
In response, he was given an even more ferocious breathing sound by the snow leopard.
The robed man sighed helplessly, as if he had no way to deal with this recently injured and extremely sensitive snow leopard. His tone suddenly softened: "Alright, alright, I won't bully you anymore."
"I'll help you heal your wound." He measured the snow leopard's bristling fur with his eyes, as if calculating how to get rid of him. "I'll hold you upright. You'd better not bite me."
After saying this, the man in the robe pinched the snow leopard's neck skin with one hand, supported its hips with the other hand, and picked up the snow leopard as if it were a child.
Garcia noticed that the snow leopard only struggled slightly on the surface, but its long, furry tail subconsciously wrapped tightly around the waist of the man in the robe.
It was like they had done this action many times before.
The blood from the snow leopard's paws soon soaked the man in the robe's shoulders, and it roared softly as if urging him to do so.
"Okay, got it. I'll go now." Smoothing the fur as if to soothe the leopard, the man in the robe finally left the glass greenhouse carrying the snow leopard.
Garcia waited until he could no longer hear any sound before releasing his hand that was tightly covering his mouth. When he had just turned back to life, he had subconsciously covered his mouth, fearing that if he accidentally cried out, he would be killed by these two strange couple who did not look like good people.
He was so weak that if one of the two men discovered him, he might die on the spot.
The feeling of eating melons up close is indescribable. Garcia felt like he had just experienced a heart-pounding experience comparable to the suspension bridge effect, with adrenaline rushing like crazy.
Now that I have calmed down, I feel that my peeking behavior just now was too dangerous.
I must immediately return to my quilt castle and tuck my feet in. This should be able to resist spiritual harm - this is what Garcia learned from college students when he was working in China.
Thinking of this, he tried to stand up, but suddenly put on a mask of pain.
Oops! My feet are numb!
Garcia closed his eyes in pain, feeling the dense black and white snowflakes spinning and jumping in his spiritual world.
By the time he finally recovered and was able to stand up and run, it was completely dark.
Garcia followed his memory and successfully returned to the temple.
But this time, he quickly passed through the hall and did not look at the six-winged angel statue that amazed him.
Naturally, he failed to notice the small eyeballs that had been attached to the back of his head and moved with him since the moment he stepped into the temple.
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After spending a safe night in the quilt castle, Garcia opened her beautiful green eyes early the next morning, kissed by the first rays of morning sunlight.
He pulled his hands and feet, which had been curled up all night, out of the quilt, stretched them as far as he could, and stretched comfortably.
"Hmm? What is that?"
Garcia felt a chill on the back of his hand, as if he had touched something bouncy. He grabbed the smooth little object with his backhand, brought it in front of him, and examined it carefully.
The Golden Snitch? Garcia wasn't sure.
Because he had just woken up, his mind was not very clear and his eyelids were dry. He lost control of the strength in his hands and squeezed the small ball in his hand hard.
The two eyelids opened quickly, and a small eyeball with a blue pupil stared at him in Garcia's hand.
Garcia: “…”
Garcia was stunned for a few seconds, then started screaming.
The little eyeball seemed to be frightened by him and suddenly struggled in his hands, its two little wings flapping.
Garcia panicked even more.
When people panic, their IQ tends to drop and they may do things that they can't even explain.
Garcia, who was in this state, felt like he had caught a bird that could peck at people. He subconsciously pulled back the quilt and threw the little eyeball in.
The bedroom suddenly became quiet.
After a few seconds, Garcia realized that he was still under the quilt!
He slid off the bed as quickly as a loach, rushed to the wardrobe, picked up a robe and put it on to cover his naked body, then ran around the room like a headless fly until he found a glass for drinking water. He took it and approached the bed as if he was ready to die.
Slowly and carefully he lifted the covers and suddenly covered the little blue eye with the glass.
After this action, the little eyeballs stopped struggling and just blinked their eyelids, staring blankly at Garcia.
They just stared at each other for a long time.
Because it was daytime, and considering the farce that had just happened, Garcia gradually became less scared.
He poked the cup tentatively, but his little eyeballs remained motionless.
"Huh?" Garcia bravely took a closer look and said to himself, "Why are your eyelids red?"
He slept naked last night, and he had just put on his clothes in a hurry and was not dressed properly. Now that he was standing in front of the little eyeballs at close range, it was simply a beauty attack.
It was clearer than what I could see just now in the pitch-black bed.
As a result, the little eye's eyelids became even redder.
"Why is it getting more popular?" Garcia asked in surprise.
As if it understood, its little eyeballs flew back, hit the wall of the cup, and bounced back by itself.
This action made Garcia laugh.
"Why are you so dumb?" To be more specific, this body looked exactly like Garcia himself, only younger. Because of his upbringing, he looked even more innocent. When he smiled, he looked even more angelic than his winged eyes. "Do you think I'm pretty? Are you shy?"
The little eyeballs moved up and down, as if answering.
Garcia found it more and more interesting. "Double eyelids." He casually gave the small eyeballs a nickname. "Promise not to scare me or hurt me, and I'll let you out, okay?"
The little eyeballs blinked quickly, then sank heavily.
Knowing that it understood and agreed very readily, Garcia no longer hesitated and gently lifted the glass that was upside down on the bed as he promised.
The next second, the little eyeball, having regained its freedom, flew shakily in front of Garcia at a very slow speed that would definitely not scare him, and came close to him.
"You have double eyelids, you are so cute!"
After playing with Little Eyeball for a while, I heard the sound of wooden wheels rolling on the floor from afar, and knew that Daming had come with the breakfast cart.
Garcia poked the little eyeball and asked it, "Double eyelids, do you want to hide for a moment?"
The little eyeball seemed not to understand and continued to circle around him, rubbing against him from time to time. Once it flew a little faster, it looked like a golden snitch and Garcia couldn't catch it at all.
We can only leave it alone.
But soon, Garcia found out why the little eyeball suddenly became disobedient again.
Because when Daming pushed the door open, he couldn't see the little eyeballs at all.
No matter how the little eyeballs flirted with Garcia, or even flew in front of Daming's face as if to show off, Daming didn't react at all. He just smiled and talked to Garcia while preparing breakfast for him.
Garcia thought thoughtfully.
This little eyeball is so human-like, and even Daming, a priest who has served in the Holy See for decades and is not weak in strength, can't see it.
Who exactly is the little eyeball?
What's more, what on earth is that giant eyeball with six pairs of wings and a human head?
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Daming seemed to have some plans for today. After breakfast, he asked for leave from Garcia, saying that he had something to do.
Garcia didn't care whether there was someone to take care of him personally or not. Maybe he would feel more comfortable if he was left alone.
Plus the double eyelids of the little pet I just got.
He readily agreed and promised Daming, who was a little worried about him, "I promise I'll go to the cafeteria for lunch and won't skip dinner like I did last night."
I don't know who complained, but just now when Garcia was having breakfast, Daming gently criticized him for half an hour for not having dinner last night.
The concerned look made him look more like Garcia's former agent.
Knowing that Daming was doing this for his own good, Garcia didn't find him annoying at all.
Even with a little feeling of nostalgia, I listened to Daming's nagging and made the promise obediently.
After Damien left, Garcia simply took Little Eyes and played a game of cat and mouse in the empty temple. The man and the ball chased and played in front of the angel statue, although most of the time, Little Eyes gave in to Garcia.
It’s simple, running is not as fast as flying.
And the clever little eyes know very well that one should give in to the one he likes.
After a morning of exercise, Garcia's stomach started to rumble before noon.
Hearing the noise, the little eyeballs quickly flew in front of him, with drooping eyelids, looking at him sternly, and rubbed Garcia's hand with its little body, as if urging him to go to the cafeteria for dinner quickly.
"Okay, okay..." Urged by his little pet, Garcia, who was indeed very hungry, went to the cafeteria to have a meal. However, because he was too full and felt sleepy, he found a secluded and deserted lawn and took a nap in the open air.
When Garcia was awakened by the flapping wings of Little Eyeball, he remembered that the bishop had made an appointment with him yesterday to have class in the glass greenhouse today.
"Oh no!" He ran hurriedly towards the greenhouse.
Garcia didn't know how late he was.
But when he rushed into the greenhouse in a hurry, gasping for breath from the intense running, hunched over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily, he caught a glimpse of a long robe out of the corner of his eye.
Why does it look familiar?
Garcia slowly raised his head and saw the young man sitting at the round table in the middle of the greenhouse, leisurely holding a book and drinking tea, and his familiar face with cat scratch marks.
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