Fu Lingwei ignored the kitten who followed him and continued walking.
Yu Qingyu staggered behind him dragging what looked like a broken leg, jumped into the car the moment he opened the door, lay comfortably on the passenger seat, raised his head and meowed at him Call.
Fu Lingwei wanted to laugh a little, where did such a lifeless little thing get the courage, isn't he afraid of being beaten to death
Fu Lingwei stretched out his hand, thought for a while and retracted it, and went around to the trunk to get a tennis racket.
"Go down!" Fu Lingwei waved the tennis racket and poked at the little white cat.
The chubby little white cat jumped to the top of the seat and screamed pitifully, it was so cute.
Fu Ling paused slightly, feeling a bit unbearable, but he still swung the racket at the little white cat,
No matter how Fu Lingwei drove the little white cat away, the little white cat ran around in the car, determined not to get out of the car, even if he opened the four doors.
Fu Lingwei dropped the tennis racket and got into the car angrily, and sat in the driver's seat to adjust his breathing.
"Meow~" Stupid human beings, this big monster can be driven away by you!
"Damn it! System, how could I have such an idea?"
"It's the ghost's leftover soul that affects you."
"No? I am the master of this body now, right? How does he affect me?"
The system carefully explained to him that when a person or demon is strong to a certain extent, his soul will also be very strong, so after his death, there will be a trace of residual soul in his body.
This trace of soul will carry some memories of the body. If someone takes away the body at this time, then these memories engraved in the soul will also affect this person.
Fu Lingwei parked the car in his yard, opened all the doors and picked up the tennis racket.
Yu Qingyu didn't wait for him to drive him away, he jumped down on his own initiative, raised his head and yelled twice in a fawning manner.
Fu Ling squatted down slightly, and tentatively stretched out his hand in front of the little white cat.
"Meow~" What do you want to do
Yu Qingyu tilted his head and looked at Fu Lingwei.
After Fu Lingwei confirmed that the cat would not attack him, he quickly reached out and grabbed the little white cat by the back of the neck and lifted it up.
"Meow~meow~" What are you doing? Let me go!
Fu Lingwei carried the little white cat into the house, found a rope and tied him to the corner of the table, turned around and went upstairs by himself.
Yu Qingyu: "..." Is he sick
"Meow~" Fu Lingwei, you bastard!
"Meow~" Fu Lingwei has the ability, you come down!
"Meow~" Fu Ling got up to pee!
Fu Lingwei could vaguely hear the little white cat's meowing downstairs, and raised his hand to look at the hand that had grabbed the little white cat. It seemed that there was still a soft warm touch left on it.
He thought of the little fat man's hand again, it was also soft and warm, and he shook his head involuntarily.
What is he thinking about, it's just a patient and a stray cat, he doesn't need to care so much.
Fu Ling closed his eyes slightly, and closed his eyes amidst the faint meowing.
Yu Qingyu yelled for an hour but did not see Fu Lingwei coming down. He sighed, turned into a human form, went to the bathroom, tied a towel, and entered the guest room on the first floor.
It's not that he doesn't want to go up, but that the timing is wrong.
Before dawn, Yu Qingyu turned back into a cat, leaning on the table obediently.
As soon as Fu Lingwei came downstairs, he saw eager and admiring eyes staring at him.
He made sure that he saw these emotions in it, and thought that the little fat man had looked at him with such eyes, why did he feel a little weird
(end of this chapter)