Bloodlines and Orange Cats

The blood race felt that it would be impossible to continue like this.

Now that this group of humans didn't even have fertilized eggs, his fellow race had a special worship for creatures that meowed all day long.

At that time, he was still a human being, a blood clan of a noble young master, so he didn't care about it.

Can that kind of creature be as beautiful as this young master?

The more other people are interested in cats, the less interested he is.

Hmph, why not see how cute and beautiful this young master is.

This stubborn determination made his old heart feel like he was on a roller coaster, going up and down, and maybe he would be gouged by a cat's claw at any time.

In all fairness, the frequency of the orange cat's fuss was much less than what the blood race had imagined.

Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, and when it is cold, they will automatically shrink to the bed, curl up into a ball, and surround the hands of the blood race.

That belly, that hair, let him have two chances to eat meat, he is...willing, unwilling, willing, unwilling...

Well, how could you not want to!

Because of burying their stomachs, the blood race was late for work several times.

But when he tried to show his colleagues pictures of orange cats with loving expressions, a group of people looked like the guy smelling catnip.

What about human dignity? !

If things go on like this, not only humans, but also the noble vampires will fall into the meat balls and fur balls.

Ultimate world domination...

The big thing is bad!

I can't forget that I took in the orange cat in the first place to use it as a food reserve.

Not for cuddling and kissing!

But every time he thinks about it, Orange Cat will always stare at him with those big eyes that glisten with water.

The blood race quickly covered his eyes, hugged the phone tightly, hid in a small room beside him, and pressed a series of mysterious numbers.

After two rings, the phone was connected, and there was an unhurried "Hello" from the other side.

"Is it time?!" The blood race's voice was short and powerful, as if conspiring with the person on the other end of the phone for some big plan.

"Could it be that you..."

The blood clan nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.Realizing that the other party couldn't see him at all, he quickly answered "yes".

"In that case, let's go shopping now, and I'll meet you later."

Putting down the phone, the Blood Race shouted loudly: "Mimi, I'm going out, you stay at home to watch the door."

"Meow! Take me! I want dried fish, tiger prawns, beef... wait, I haven't finished yet!"

Before the orange cat finished speaking, it was locked into the room with a loud slamming sound, its face was full of bewilderment and at a loss.

Now it happens to be the fixed weekly grocery shopping time for the blood race.After getting the orange cat, in order to bring the orange cat into the supermarket, the blood clan specially changed to another supermarket, and responded to the orange cat's food requirements.

what is it today?Orange cat doesn't understand.

Could it be that the blood clan discovered his real body?