Venerable Lin's name is so easy to use. Even if Qian Yan's behavior looks like a liar, no matter who hears this name, they will automatically find various excuses for her.
At first, Jiang Huairong was very shocked and uneasy. Later, when she saw her disciples taking their seats one by one, she gradually calmed down as she saw that she had no intention of stopping.
"How many disciples do you want to accept?"
"How many people have a master-disciple relationship with you?"
Faced with Jiang Huairong's doubts, Qian Yan touched his cat's head, stroking it again and again. The cat's touch was getting better and better, and it was worth giving him all kinds of goodies.
Jiang Huairong: "..."
Forget it, just touch her. She has no bad intentions, she just wants to raise a cat. Speaking of which, she has eaten a lot of her good food recently, so what if she was touched twice?
As a strong cat, you should be able to bend and stretch.
"I think there should be 2,999."
Jiang Huairong: "..." He shouldn't ask.
This answer still sounds like a liar.
Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, the number of a medium-sized sect.
Jiang Huairong actually also knew that accepting these disciples based on her status was definitely not the reason for being destined to her, there must be other reasons. If she didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask more, because this already involved her secret.
In his thoughts, Jiang Huairong suddenly felt a sense of relief on his back. He couldn't help but squint his eyes and relax his body. The whole cat just collapsed on the bed, looking like a cat cake.
Anyway, she has seen him when he was in such a mess, and now she treats him like a cat. She has no bad intentions and has helped him a lot. There is nothing wrong with being a cat for the time being.
He was born a sperm cat and had never been petted.
Previously, he thought it was extremely comfortable to have his hair smoothed, but he didn't expect that having his hair combed with a comb would make his whole body more relaxed, and he felt that every pore on his fur was open.
"It seems you like it very much."
Qian Yan was holding a comb made of jade, and when he saw the cat collapsed with satisfaction, he suddenly asked: "Do you want a cat scratching post?"
Jiang Huairong was stunned for a moment, what is a cat scratching post?
Thinking so, he asked.
"I heard it's an indispensable thing for cats. It's standard for domestic cats. Little wild cats don't have it. I'll get you one."
JAC Rong Silent, cat scratching post? A standard feature for domestic cats?
There are no wild cats.
It sounds like wild cats are really pitiful, as they don't even have scratching posts.
He didn't refuse this time. After all, he can be regarded as being raised by someone now, not a wild cat. Anyway, he doesn't really want to be a wild cat, which sounds pitiful.
I don’t know what a cat scratching post is.
He can't transform now, and his animalistic nature is exposed. He messes with the domestic cat's scratching post because of his animalistic nature. After he transforms, these animalistic traits will fade away. Things that happened when he was a cat definitely cannot be counted after he transformed.
Not long after, Qian Yan came back, holding a cat scratching post she made.
She placed the scratching post in front of the black cat: "Try it."
Jiang Huairong looked at the cat scratching post in front of him and observed it carefully for a while. Isn't this just a piece of wood?
"Don't know how to use it?"
"Forgot that you were once a wild cat that no one owned."
Jiang Huairong: He is a cat spirit, not a wild cat. Cat spirits don’t need people to raise them, and they don’t bother to be people’s pets.
No one dares to touch him like this, to caress his hair.
Of course, except her.
She had no bad intentions and helped him again.
He also promised to stay with her for a thousand years, so he was willing to be a cat.
If this had happened to anyone else, he would have turned against him long ago.
This chapter has been completed!