The strong momentum knocked out the egg stuck in her throat, but it also beat her almost to the point of vomiting blood.
Damn it, wasn't she just stuck by the egg? Should he use so much force?
Seeing that she was fine, Dongfang Xing returned to his seat and sat down, continuing to read the newspaper expressionlessly.
"Master, are you feeling better?" the Persian cat poured a glass of warm water over and asked worriedly.
Xiahou Huan'er took the water glass and drank a few sips until her throat felt comfortable. Then she waved and said, "It's okay."
The Persian cat was relieved and said: "Master, be careful when eating."
Xiahou Huan'er wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin and resolutely refused to eat while talking.
She looked at the Persian cat and saw that she looked like she was wearing something or not. She felt uneasy in her heart. She didn't know if Master Xing would have any thoughts after seeing her like this. It was really a nuisance and he couldn't stay by his side.
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"You are a free man now. You can go wherever you want without following me."
The Persian cat panicked: "Master, I don't want to go anywhere. I just want to be with my master. Don't abandon me. Master, please don't abandon me..."
As he spoke, tears came again.
"Hey, don't pee like a horse. I hate it when people cry in front of me." Isn't that sinful? Why does she have to follow her? She's not a handsome guy, and she can't be eaten.
The Persian cat turned around silently and walked to the kitchen.
What was she doing in the kitchen?
Xiahou Huan'er frowned, and she quickly came out with a shiny, sharp kitchen knife in her hand.
She was startled and asked warily: "Why did you bring the kitchen knife out?" Could it be that she didn't want to take her in, so she just used the kitchen knife to chop her.
The Persian cat bit its lower lip, pushed the handle of the kitchen knife forward, and said aggrievedly: "You are my master, if you don't take me away, you will kill me with your own hands."
As soon as these words came out, two people were shocked. The other one remained calm and continued to read the newspaper, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Wouldn't it be a pity for such a beautiful creature to be hacked to death like this?
Cang Ying said reluctantly: "Xia Liu, don't kill her."
This name was so jarring that Xia Houhuan'er took the kitchen knife and glared at him angrily, saying angrily, "Uncle Xia, if you call me Xia Liu again, I will be the first to chop you to death."
Sogying's face stiffened and she felt aggrieved. Who gave her such a name? Why didn't she let others call her?
His face turned red with anxiety: "If she doesn't scream, she won't scream. Don't chop her. I'm anxious for you."
"She insists on following me. If I don't chop her to death, who am I to worry about?" Xiahou Huan'er snorted coldly.
"So, you really want to chop her to death?" Cang Ying's face was filled with regret. It was a spring night last night, and the feeling of soul-crushing and bone-crushing was still lingering. He couldn't bear to see her die so soon.
Xiahou Huan'er's tone was very firm: "Nonsense, this kind of trouble, why don't you kill her and wait for her to cause trouble to the people?"
"You're so cruel." Cang Ying pointed at her through gritted teeth, then covered his face and turned away, unable to bear to look at her anymore.
"Tch, how many people have you killed as mercenaries? You really have the nerve to criticize me." Xiahou Huan'er turned around, raised a kitchen knife at the Persian cat, and reminded her again and again, "Persian cat, you think clearly, do you still regret it now?
It's too late, if this knife cuts down, you'll be dead."
The Persian cat raised its pitiful and pitiful face, puffed out its chest, and put its neck in front of her. It choked and said, "I swore to God that if I am abandoned by my master again, I will die in his hands."