On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

"Meow~" Ding Zhiwei stretched out on the pillow where the hero had just slept on.

The male protagonist sat on the edge of the bed and watched him.

So he winked at the hero.

The male protagonist was unmoved, and covered his face with his palm.

"..." Ding Zhiwei.

Struggling to get out from under the fingertips and then lying on Juemin's hand.

Juemin scratched the cat's stomach, and the smile on the corner of his lips was so obvious that Ding Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment.

It's good to laugh like this often.

Ding Zhiwei lay lazily on the bed all day long, eyes half-opened, sometimes watching the hero writing at the desk, sometimes rolling over.

'The world of cats is not boring, you don't have to worry about anything all day long, and no one will trouble you with a cat, but it's still not good to be a human. '

Ding Zhiwei turned over while thinking, and yawned. Seeing that the male lead was not doing his job or practicing all day long, he wanted to hit the male lead on the head with a ruler.

When does Feng Buzhan plan to talk to the male lead about cultivating and stepping into the immortal way to get the dragon ball?

Apart from the possibility of the hero and Luo Jichen stepping into the immortal way, this Qishan Fengtuo probably won't find a third person.

In the evening, the hero sat alone at the round table, with two vegetarian dishes, a bowl of soup, and a plate of deep-fried crucian carp that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

Qishan Fengtuo's food is actually pretty good, but the male protagonist doesn't have much requirements for the richness of the dishes.

Ding Zhiwei jumped onto the dining table early, staring at the crucian carp salivating.Since becoming a cat, some of the cat's habits have also been unknowingly contaminated, such as an inexplicable desire for fish.

It's not a luxurious room, with plain and elegant furnishings. The most valuable thing is probably the bed where he sleeps. This is where Jin Chi has lived since he was a child.

The square wooden window facing the bed is supported by a top window post. The moonlight shines lightly through the window, casting a silver light on Juemin's side face. His drooping eyelashes are thick and long, and his quiet eyes seem to Sealed the gentle technique.

He picked up chopsticks.

Ding Zhiwei's eyes moved to the chopsticks.

He pinches the fish.

Ding Zhiwei's eyes moved to the crucian carp.

So the male lead rubbed his pointed ear with his other hand while he was focusing on other things.

"Want to eat?"

"Meow!"

Big Brother, Young Master, I love it!Ding Zhiwei looked hopefully at the direction in which the chopsticks were moving.

wait!How can you be so spineless as a cat.

Although Ding Zhiwei knew that the dish of fish was deliberately added by the hero, he still subconsciously put himself in line with Ha Zai at home. How is this different from Ha Zai who wags his tail?In the male protagonist's eyes, he is similar to Hazai, right?There is no need to question it, if Ding Zhiwei could pat his chest, he would have patted it long ago, what kind of backbone does he need, the cat is under the eaves, how can he not bow his head!Eat as much as you can!Enjoy while you are still alive!

He enlightened himself very happily, while enjoying the caress of the male protagonist, while lowering his head and munching on fish.

This life is really corrupt...free!happy!

In the evening, the hero took a bath as usual, and Ding Zhiwei ran to the hero's writing desk.

"Meow..." I write here all day long, but I don't know what I'm writing about.

Ding Zhiwei stood on the white paper, touching the thin paper with his paws.

"Meow..." Nothing.

It's not that he said, compared with the unsophisticated writing posture of the male lead, it's not a level of ugly.

Especially the posture of holding a pen, is that the posture of writing brush characters?It's better now, what was it before?It's like just learning to write brush characters.

Ding Zhiwei scratched, and inadvertently scratched the first layer of white paper with his claws, revealing a corner of the dark ink stain underneath.

"Meow?" There is actually another layer?

Carefully peel off the top layer.

The black and white characters below were completely exposed to Ding Zhiwei's vision.

"..."

This…

Ding Zhiwei looked at the lines of black and white words in disbelief.

It is a modern word.

This familiar handwriting was so familiar that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

It is Juemin's word.

is it him?

But there is no such coincidence in the world...

Ding Zhiwei has never been so eager, never eager to transform back into a human form to face the male lead, and ask him who he is.

"I heard, do you have a question you want answered?"

A somewhat familiar voice suddenly appeared in Ding Zhiwei's ear.

"...too many." Huh?How can I talk anymore?

Ding Zhiwei found that the surrounding environment has undergone earth-shaking changes again.

A man appeared in front of him with a smile: "Hello, Ding Zhiwei."

"Jiang He?"

"I'm back, miss me?"

"About what happened last time, I'm sorry, this time I have a question I want to ask you."

"Who is it about? Or your own?" Jiang He's smile deepened.

"Besides me, are there other traversers in this world?"

"Isn't it too straight forward? Let's talk about those issues later. Let's talk about the things we didn't finish talking about last time, shall we? Mr. Ding, I told you last time that I was a fairy, and I'm sorry for cheating you. I'll tell you this time I am from the same world as you, do you believe it?"

"A world? So, you know everything? Then why did I come here?"

"Actually, Mr. Ding, I can answer everything you want to know, as long as you do one thing for me."

"You said."

Jiang He tilted his head slightly and smiled: "I need you to hand over Fang Siqing to me."

"Fang Siqing?"

"Yes, I need her."

"She's dead."

"...you said...what...?" Jiang He's smile cracked instantly.

Ding Zhiwei frowned: "Fang Siqing is dead."

"Why did he die? Who did it? Who did it?" The veins on Jiang He's forehead suddenly popped up, and his face became ferocious.

"What do you want her to do?"

"...Ha..." Jiang He rubbed his forehead: "It's because the wind doesn't show up, right?"

"..." Ding Zhiwei didn't speak.

"I probably already guessed it... The speed at which he tore his face is really fast... This is really unexpected to me."

"You know him?"

"Didn't he tell you anything? Ha, it really fits his character. Brother Feng has always taken care of you, and he understands everything about you in great detail."

"..." Ding Zhiwei felt that things would become more and more complicated. Looking at Jiang He's baby face, his heart suddenly felt empty.

"If you have anything you want to know, you might as well ask me now, otherwise as the time passes and my mood gets worse, then I won't say anything."

"Why do you need Fang Siqing?"

"Do you want to know this? Doesn't it have nothing to do with you? I thought you would ask about Juemin first."

"You know Juemin? Has he come here too?"

"Yes, but Mr. Ding, I am very upset to know the news of Fang Siqing's death."