Bloodlines and Orange Cats

The orange cat walked around the house anxiously for half an hour, and finally heard the door knock.

The blood race walked into the house carrying big bags and small bags, and looked at the orange cat for two seconds with a strange smile.

There are a lot of delicious ingredients in the bag, each of which is the orange cat's favorite.

What's this?The Last Supper?

Especially with the blood clan's increasingly thick and weird smile...

"Master master."

The blood clan was stunned for a moment, his head turned 120 degrees mechanically, and then his neck twisted a little.The orange cat hurriedly rubbed to the feet of the blood clan, with big eyes attacking.

The blood clan glanced at the orange cat, and continued to pack the food in his hands.

Shrimp, crab, shellfish, fish paste, fat beef, lamb... What, there are hairy tripe, brain flower, yellow throat, gluten, enoki mushroom, vermicelli that I loved to eat before transformation...

The orange cat's eyes were straightened, and he woke up suddenly when the saliva dripped down his belly.

No good, these could be next to your own side dish!

"Master, do you want to know why you can understand me?"

"Oh--"

"Eat me and you'll never know."

"Oh."

Seeing that the blood race had no intention of stopping, the orange cat quickly said: "Simply put, this gene of my orange cat has a special chemical reaction with the life characteristics of your blood race at a specific time and place."

"Oh?"

"Yes," the orange cat raised its eyebrows, "this is the power of science."

Seeing the convinced expression on the blood clan's face, the orange cat let out a long sigh of relief, thinking: My ability to talk nonsense in a serious manner is really getting stronger and stronger.

"What are you talking about? Are you stupid?" The blood race finally stopped, looking straight at the orange cat, "Do you think I can believe it?"

"Then what can I do! Your smile is so weird, how did I know you were going to meow..." The orange cat became more and more aggrieved as she talked, her eyebrows drooped to her eyelids, and she was about to cry.

"Please, because I want to eat hot pot! I'm happy, can't I?!"

Meow meow?The orange cat has never found the voice of the blood clan so beautiful.

"But not for you."

From heaven to hell is never an instant.