Laid-off guide is a cat wife

——The man called him Xiao Mi.

There is no normal person among the pure-blooded Semitics.

His uncle became a dog a long time ago. He heard that he had lost hope in humans, so he simply put his brain into a dog's body because of an accident.

At that time, the princess of the previous generation of Shemixi took him by the hand and threw him at the door of Gou Yun's house. She turned her head and walked away without even stepping in the door.

Gou Yun chased after her and asked her sister, "What about this child?"

The birth mother didn't even look back at the child, and said, "It's up to you to be a cat or a dog."

Princess, I have a romantic and bright wandering dream.As an artist, I wanted to find the spiritual source of the splendid Semitic culture. I met someone who was also homeless and fell in love.

A wanderer who lives in the interstellar world without a fixed place, even if she is the princess of Shemixi, she will not stay for her.But she loves this "freedom" madly.Give birth to a child and use it as bait to find the prodigal son.

It's a pity that the other party doesn't want children.

Gou Yun said: "At least give him a name."

The princess said casually: "His father's name is 'Miao', so let's call him Xun Miao."

Gou Yun had no good intentions, but simply thought the name was ugly, so he changed it to Miao Xun.

At that time, Miao Xun was four years old and had already started to remember things.

He knew that his mother fell in love with a man, gave birth to him hard, or was abandoned by a man.

And now, he was also abandoned by her.

My uncle has a lot of dogs at home, Gou Yun doesn't care much about him, Miao Xun lives like an empty person.Eat when you have food, sleep when you have a bed, just like cats and dogs.

Gou Yun is very strange, if Miao Xun makes a request, he will satisfy; Miao Xun does not speak, even if he falls in front of him, Gou Yun will not come to help him.

For a long time, Miao Xun couldn't figure out who he was.No one took the initiative to communicate with him, he stumbled and grew up, and he couldn't speak well.

Later, Gou Yun's embryonic daughter was born, and Shemixi had a new princess.Her name "Alyssa", in the Semitic language, is the glorious light that shines on the earth.

Alyssa is very talented, she awakened her abilities at the age of two, and she also has a special physique: she can be compatible with many people.

For those who pursue high-fit binding, it is simply a treasure and a life-saving straw.

When Miao Xun was seven years old, a high-ranking official in the federation found out about Alyssa and wanted to get married, and even brought their children to visit.

"Before talking about the specific conditions, I want to confirm the specific level of compatibility between the princess and my son."

Rong Huan made a request, and Gou Yun skillfully sent Alyssa to do the test. The result was 84%, and Rong Huan was quite satisfied.

The four-year-old Alyssa still doesn't know that she is about to become a barter for political interests, marrying a 16-year-old boy as a tonic for repairing the spiritual realm.

No one asked whether the two parties agree or not, and their quick conversations only included "interests", "the establishment of the Semitic Kingdom", "the official seat of the Star Alliance"...

Miao Xun squatted by the kennel in the hall, watching all this.He found that as long as he stuck to the warm kennel, no one would notice him.

Everyone ignored him like a pet.A cat and a dog are running around in the manor, no one will take a second look.

But that gloomy young man stopped in front of him, scrutinized him with Wubo's black eyes, slowly bent his lower body, and cast a large cold shadow on Miao Xun's face.

Miao Xun raised his round almond eyes and looked at him.For a moment, Miao Xun thought he saw a deep and terrifying black hole, empty and bottomless, capable of swallowing all emotions in the world.

"Accommodating—"

Rong Huan noticed this, and called his son deeply.

The boy suddenly grabbed Miao Xun and lifted him up.Rong Huan got up abruptly, revealing a trace of nervousness, almost ordering: "Put him down!"

Rong Fang hugged the child.He is tall but not muscular, holding a seven-year-old child, he has to squeeze his arms hard, and he is a little out of breath.

He turned and took half a step back, his voice hoarse and hollow: "I don't want a princess, I want this cat."

"That's not a cat, it's a person. Let him go." Rong Huan was slightly annoyed.

The boy suddenly turned his face and asked Miao Xun, "Are you a cat?"

Miao Xun opened his almond eyes wide, not understanding what happened.

Everyone present realized that the young master of the Rong family might have serious mental problems, and his perception of things was confusing.

The dachshund lifted its limbs from the cushion and grinned, "Uh, Chairman Rong, maybe we need to discuss your son's marriage and the next cooperation?"

Rong Huan didn't waver at all, and calmly replied: "He's recuperating, he's fine."

"Are you a kitten?" Nervously asking, it sounded lonely again in the corner of the hall.

"Are you?"

"Is it mine?"

There was a dead silence around, and everyone stared at his puppet show-like stereotyped repetition in surprise.

"Is it my kitten?"

……

There was a fragile voice, caught in the indifferent silence, weakly responded: "Yes... it's yours..."

That voice actually came from the child "held hostage" in his arms.

Maybe it's because she's fed up with the life of Shemixi and wants to leave urgently, or maybe it's from the perspective of a little pet, the call that doesn't respond is also a kind of neglect.

We are all poor animals.So Miao Xun echoed him.

The little Miao Xun didn't realize that in the eyes of outsiders, he had dedicated his soul to the devil.

The boy was very satisfied, and held him tightly in his arms, "It's my cat."

After the announcement, he walked out with the child in his arms as if no one else was around, and no one dared to stop him, because Rong Huan had sent a message before he arrived: Do not contact Young Master Rong, otherwise you will bear the consequences.

The once-in-a-hundred-year aggressive guide has mental stress thousands of times higher than normal people and is difficult to control. No one has the courage to try this "uncertain time bomb".

Seeing his son leave, Rong Huan quickly changed the target of the negotiation: "Is that kid still useful to you?"

Gou Yun thought about his sister's entrustment before leaving, and decided to respect Miao Xun's choice: "He can be a cat."

"Lease him to the Rong family for ten years."

"The floating metropolis has entered the seat of the Star Alliance..."

"I'll get you three votes for the coalition vote this June."

Gou Yun smiled happily, and said generously: "It's good to give it back for another 4 years, a total of 14 years of lease."

3 support votes are the cheapest condition for the Rong family.He didn't marry the princess, but half-bought and half-rented an ordinary boy who was not awakened. Rong Huan felt that the trip failed and returned empty-handed.

However, the only son wanted a plaything, and he couldn't afford it.As for taking it home, whether it's brainwashed and thrown away after playing, or killed casually, Rong Huan doesn't care.

His crazy son insisted that he picked up a cat. No matter how he explained it, he was still stubborn. He built a small nest with old clothes in the corner of the bedroom and started raising cats.

The servant knew about Master Rong's situation, so he rushed to report in a panic: "Mr. Rong, Master, he and that boy..."

Rong Huan waved his hand, unable to hide the tiredness between his brows: "Let him go, anyway, he won't be home for a few more days."

Young Master Rong lived alone in another courtyard, away from the main house, even if something happened in the middle of the night, no one would rush to check.

The maid who delivers meals and cleans has heard a lot of scary rumors. I heard that Young Master Rong has a violent personality and serious obsession with cleanliness. He will wash away other people's consciousness when he is unhappy. There are densely packed bones buried in the bamboo grove, all of which are "scrap products" damaged by Young Master Rong.

The maid tremblingly entered the room, glanced quietly, and was relieved that the little boy was still alive.

"Are you the one who cleans afterward?"

After closing the book, Young Master Rong sat quietly in front of the window, the warm sunlight was like a tulle on his front, he looked like a gentle and handsome boy with a clean temperament.

The maid hurriedly bowed: "Yes, young master."

Young Master Rong waved to the child, "Come here."

Miao Xun got up and walked towards Rongfang, like a cat, she lay down on the boy's thigh softly.

Rong put her white and slender hands, slowly stroking from the soft hair to the tender neck.The maid stared nervously at this scene. Even though the light was covered with a warm filter, the maid still felt that the hand would break the child's neck at any moment.

"Have you ever had a cat?"

The maid answered cautiously: "I raised it before."

"What kind of cat?"

Maid: "... just... a normal cat."

Young Master Rong frowned slightly, and rubbed the child's withered and yellow hair, "Do normal kittens also turn yellow?"

The maid looked at the child, it was obviously malnourished, she said carefully out of kindness: "Feed more nutritious food, and it will look good."

The knuckles raised the cat's jaw, Master Rong took a closer look, and suddenly smiled gently: "It's pretty good now."

The maid had never seen him laugh like this before, and she was so shocked that the rag in her hand fell to the ground.

After that, Master Rong gave the maid a sum of money to help take care of the kitten he picked up.

The night in the other courtyard was pitch black, and the strange chirping of insects and birds surrounded the small courtyard.There is a large suitcase spread out on the floor in the house, which is used to pack things.

Miao Xun hid behind the tree in the yard and secretly looked into the lighted room.

Sleeping in the pile of young master Rong's clothes is much more comfortable than before.No smelly dog ​​smell, everywhere is clean.He can run around the house, but there are always eyes following him.

Young master Rong could see him and paid attention to him.

and--

"Mimi? Xiaomi—" Rong Fang couldn't see the cat for a while, so he came out to look for it.

Miao Xun desperately shrank his body back from the shadow of the tree.Young Master Rong would turn over the house and push aside every clump of grass in the yard. Even if the grass is too low to hide a child, he still persists in searching: "Xiao Mi, Mi Mi——"

In the end, Miao Xun was caught from behind the tree, he broke free from Rong Fang's hand, ran into the house, jumped into the box, and hid in the pile of clothes.

Young Master Rong would come to look for him every day, and if he couldn't find him, he wouldn't do other things.Miao Xun played this kind of game many times a day, and Young Master Rong never got tired of it.

But today—

"You, are you leaving?" A pair of hiding eyes appeared in the pile of clothes.

"Yeah." Young Master Rong opened the suitcase again, and continued to tidy up on the side where no "cat" was lying on his stomach.

"Go, where?"

"Go back to school."

"I, can I go together?"

Young Master Rong pinched his fleshless cheek, "You are a kitten, Mimi can't go to school with you."

"Little cat, you can't talk, talk." Miao Xun retorted in a low voice.

Young Master Rong was silent for a while, "Indeed." He stood up, poured himself a glass of water, calmly poured out half a bottle of pills, and murmured: "It's all hallucinations... cats can't talk..."

He was about to swallow it in one gulp when a small hand tugged at the corner of his clothes. The "little milk cat" in his eyes said aggrievedly, "Xiao Mi, can, can talk."

The pills were scattered all over the floor, and Young Master Rong said to himself: "My cat can talk..."

Miao Xun nodded, "Yes!"

As long as he is not sent back to the Semitic tribe, even if he is raised as a cat by the paranoid young master, he is willing.Moreover, the dumb young master doesn't look very smart either.

But the affirmation of "cat" connivance invisibly aggravates the cognitive confusion of tolerance.

Before Young Master Rong left, Miao Xun poked out half of his head at the door, and softly asked him: "Will you, come back?"

The boarding academy for supernatural beings only has Sundays off, and it takes more than ten hours to go there. Rong Huan chose this remote planet's school at that time, because he hoped that Young Master Rong would stay there obediently and receive spiritual guidance treatment.

"I'll be back." Young Master Rong came over to rub him, then pushed the suitcase and left.

Miao Xun knew that Young Master Rong was probably lying to him.The maid sister put all the clothes of Young Master Rong into the cabinet, the desk was also tidy, and the bookshelves at the height of the wall were covered with a transparent dust cover, but the bottom two rows of books were left——

It happened to be the position that Miao Xun could get.

It was as if, before his mother left him, she sold all the belongings of the Xiao family and stuffed two lollipops in his pocket before leaving.

Miao Xun didn't look forward to it at all.

Occasionally, he could hear the servants who came to deliver meals and clean up talking loudly, all about Young Master Rong.

"...It's so perverted, imprisoning a child as a cat? Is there any child protection organization that can take care of it..."

"Keep your voice down, don't worry about it so much."

"Such a beautiful child hangs out with the young master, and he will be abnormal when he grows up... Haven't you heard that many murderers have childhood shadows?"

"...Not really, the young master told me to take good care of him, and the young master only returns home once a year."

"Why did you start talking for him? Children should grow up beside their parents!"

…………

Miao Xun stopped the crayons in his hand and found it strange to see the two maids arguing outside.

The young master who can't even tell the difference between a cat and a human grew up beside his parents, so he is not stupid, even he is worse than him.

However, at nine o'clock on Sunday morning, there was the sound of chaotic footsteps in the small courtyard, and the maid exclaimed from behind: "Master, why are you back?"

Miao Xun rubbed his eyes and sat up, the sliding door was pushed open, and the young master, who was busy with travel and tired, stood at the door, his eyes were swollen like peaches because he stayed up all night for the journey.

"I'll come back to see Mimi."

Seems like a legitimate reason.

"Did you come back by the Interstellar Express? Eleven hours?" The maid still couldn't believe it, "You still have class tomorrow."

"Well, don't tell father, I'll leave after a while."

In fact, during the days spent in the Rong family, Miao Xun spent a very short time with Young Master Rong, far inferior to the maid who cleaned, the cook who delivered meals, and the grass in the yard.

But the short three hours every Sunday is very heavy in his memory.

Because, that was the promise that Miao Xun received, the first time in his life, the unique attention.

It was also the reason why 21-year-old Miao Xun didn't pull out the particle knife and stabbed through the guide with one knife.

Instead of Princess Alyssa, she was sold to the Rong family and became his cat.

"You... bastard, pervert!" Miao Xun complained hoarsely, his teeth chattering.The chaotic memory cramped his brain, and he was almost out of breath, resting his forehead on Xue Fang's shoulder, gasping and saying, "Ah... liar... liar, liar!"

Xue Fang didn't expect that Miao Xun's casual words before going on stage turned out to be a prophecy, and Miao Xun's spiritual realm was shaking violently.

"He's not in a good condition, let's go first." Xue Fang made a decisive decision, informed Xue's mother, and took Miao Xun to leave.

On the way back, Xue Fang felt a strong killing intent behind him several times. He pretended not to notice it, and only held the little wild cat's hand even tighter.

Go back to the house and close the door, turn on the noise isolation device to the maximum, and go to the bathroom to take a quick shower, so that the bloody smell will not affect the sense of smell of the sentinel.

When Xue Fang came out wrapped in a bath towel, the cold black muzzle of the gun pressed against the center of his forehead.The muzzle moved further, Xue Fang took a step back, forcing him against the wall.And the finger holding the handle of the gun was so hard that it made a mark.

"I guess you have no bullets in your gun." Xue Fang glanced at his trembling wrist.

"Kacha", the sound of the bullet being loaded was crisp.

The little wild cat's face drooped, the corners of its mouth twitched and raised nervously.

Xue Fang made a very desperate move——