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Chapter four hundred and eighty fifth white cat

The little monster and Monk Hai were stunned for a moment, not knowing whether to move or evacuate.

When the two monsters were at a loss what to do, the thing they pulled down made a wild boar sound of "humming".

"A wild boar." The vigilant guard said. Just as he was about to turn back, he asked strangely: "Hey, why is this wild boar still shining?"

The little monster turned his head and saw that Monk Hai's bald head was shining in the sun, and the refracted sunlight was particularly eye-catching.

Seeing the guard slowly approaching, the little monster touched the guagua in his hand, and the guagua immediately swallowed the bald head in one gulp.

Then Guagua swallowed the little monster and the things he pulled down into his mouth, leaving only the yellow frog Guagua hiding among the withered grass.

The guard came over and took a look at it, but because the croak was the same color as the grass, he didn't see anything.

"I thought there was some treasure there." The guard muttered, turned around and walked towards the venue.

Only then did Guagua release the three monsters. The monster that made the roar of a wild boar turned back and stared at them, "What are you trying to do with me?"

This monster has a petite body and has not yet completely transformed into human form. It has a tail behind it and a piece of skin that looks like a cat's face covering its forehead.

Its eyes were like beans, staring at them closely.

The little monster pushed Monk Hai.

Monk Hai couldn't push it to others, so he could only bite the bullet and said: "It's nature, nature is like this. You are wagging your tail, thinking you are attacking us."

"Hey, do you also have this hobby?" The monster showed an affectionate look, "Me too, I want to move things when I see them shaking."

As he said this, the monster flicked his tail, enjoying himself.

"Haha", Monk Hai, who was exactly what he wanted, agreed with a dry smile, and then approached the monster, "Brother, what were you looking at just now?"

"Slave." The monster with a cat face pointed outside the grass.

The little monster and Monk Hai poked their heads out and saw a lot of people gathered in the clearing in the woods, mostly slaves.

They were dressed in rags, with sallow complexions and skinny muscles. Their eyes were dull and they stayed in the center, surrounded by some guards with swords.

As for the slave owner, he was surrounded by guards and sat in a built shed drinking wine.

There is also a pretty female slave next to her who is serving her cautiously, fearing that the slightest mistake could lead to death.

"Do you want a slave?" After looking around, Monk Hai turned around and asked the cat-faced monster.

The monster nodded, "Don't you think it would be more honorable to find a slave to serve Beier?"

Monk Hai and the little monster looked at each other.

He approached the cat-faced monster and whispered: "Do we have better slaves? They are more majestic than these slaves."

"What slave?" The cat-faced monster looked at them curiously.

"Giant slaves can go to the kitchen and fight gangsters, but they are definitely not comparable to these thin humans." Monk Hai said.

"Giant slaves?" The cat-faced monster looked at them suspiciously. Are there still giants in the Eastern Wasteland now?

"Really, it's in the belly of this yellow frog. Why don't you go in and have a look?" Monk Hai pointed at the croak.

"Forget it, I don't want it anymore." The cat-faced monster waved his hand. If he could get in but couldn't get out, wouldn't he become a slave himself?

"I can sell it to you cheaply." Monk Hai said on his own initiative, making the little monster's eyes widen.

"But, I'm going to rob it." The cat-faced monster said, "I have no money."

"No money? Then you, a monster, are miserable," said Monk Hai.

"Do you have money?" the cat-faced monster asked.

"Well, we three monsters are having a pretty miserable time." The little monster concluded.

The three monsters squatted down, turned their backs to the direction of the slave, and sighed at the same time, sighing as if they were all fallen from the world.

"Hey, isn't it inappropriate for us to call ourselves monsters?" Monk Hai suddenly realized.

The little monster was about to talk when a woman screamed from behind, "Trash, you don't even have breasts." The slave owner cursed.

Three monsters poked their heads out from the grass and saw the slave master pulling his hand out of the clothes on the chest of the female slave he was serving.

He cursed and wiped his hand on the female slave's face, "It doesn't matter, she looks good, and I guess she tastes good too."

He waved his hand, "Drag it down and cut off a few ounces of meat to drink."

The guard was not surprised and went up to drag the female slave.

"Sir, please spare my life, my lord." The female slave burst out, stepped forward and hugged the slave owner, crying and begging for mercy.

The slave owner kicked the female slave away and asked the guard to hold her shoulders and drag her down by her legs.

"Don't damage your butt. Her butt is very perky and the taste is the same." the slave owner warned.

"Why do I think he is the monster?" said the little monster.

"That's right, Monk Hai still doesn't laugh at Monk Hai's bald head." Monk Hai said, stroking his forehead.

"How about we save her?"

The cat-faced monster eagerly suggested, "This slave is the most beautiful, and I don't like anything else."

"Are we unable to do what we want?" said Monk Hai. They only play tricks on people and rarely confront them head-on.

The three monsters were still discussing, and the female slave was dragged away by the guards and held down.

Just as she was about to take off her clothes, a sword suddenly passed through the guard's chest and fell to the ground, leaving a big hole.

The sword landed crisply on the ground. In front of the little monster, he was surprised to see that the sword had deep threaded grooves.

The flesh and blood of the guards remained on it.

"Who, who." After the sudden change, the slave owner stood up like a spring.

Many of the surrounding guards also drew their swords and looked warily behind the fallen guard.

In that direction, there was a "rustling" sound of feet stepping on dead leaves. It was clear and crisp, and it made the guard's heartstrings tighten.

The woods were very quiet. Everyone held their breath. One of the guards even swallowed his saliva and grasped the hilt of his sword again.

Finally, amidst the sound of "rustling", a girl in a bright red robe turned out from behind a tree, dragging her long skirt.

Her hair is like snow, her face has no wrinkles, and she is as smooth as a teenage girl.

Her feet were uncovered, revealing her white, delicate feet and ankles, and her gait was calm and light.

No one could see her face clearly.

Because she was wearing a cat mask, her exposed eyes were always lowered, never leaving the white cat in her arms.

"Who are you?" the slave owner asked, standing behind heavy guards.

The woman didn't answer and continued to move forward, her long skirt trailing like a river of blood.

Seeing such a strange woman in the gray woods on a monotonous winter day, the three monsters were stunned.

Only the monster with a cat face stared at the cat in the woman's arms without even blinking.

"Hey, have you met that girl? I will be her slave sooner or later." said the cat-faced monster.

The little monster and the sea monk nodded at the same time.

As for the slaves, they looked at this scene dully and numbly, as if it had nothing to do with them.

Only the slave, whose breasts were almost cut off, looked at the girl gratefully.

"Don't go any further, or we won't be polite." The slave owner shouted, and at the same time motioned for his guards to move forward.

The guard holding the money raised his sword and stepped forward warily. Just as he was about to stop her with his sword, the woman's hand stroking the cat was pushed forward.

Out of nowhere, two swords pierced the chests of the two guards at the same time.

The woman passed by them, and the blood she spurted out just splashed onto the robe behind her, making it even more red.

"Come on, come on, kill her." The slave owner was frightened and called for the guards to rush forward. He also drew his sword.

"Meow", the white cat in his arms meowed, and countless long swords suddenly appeared out of thin air and plunged into the chests of all the guards instantly.


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