Turning around, he saw a fat cat lying on the ground, covered in wounds and tears, crying wooo wooo wooo.
He had been crying all along, but now hearing his Yuyu say this, the fat cat cried even more, covering his eyes and mouth with his two big paws and his chubby tail, as if afraid others would know how miserably he was crying.
He remembered this cat.
Qingqiu would hold it every day, not parting with it even if it was missing limbs and suffering serious illness.
Like it was holding its own child.
But even a child doesn't cry as much as this fat cat.
"The interests of the sect come first."
"No wonder you're so old and still don't have a wife or kids."
"…"
With this teasing, this lightheartedness, this sharp tongue, then... she suddenly flipped over to counterattack, disregarding that her body was torn by a hook, and grabbed Hei Wu's shoulder, catching him at his weakest, most fatigued, and least vigilant moment.
