Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 67 The Tsundere Little Master

It stands to reason that at this level, this strategy should be a success. Wen Jingshu waited for a long time but still didn't get the sound from the small light ball.

"Have I not succeeded in the strategy yet?" Wen Jingshu looked at Huahua, who was squatting half invisible on his shoulder.

"...No." Huahua glanced at him quickly, and immediately shrank into a ball again.

"Oh." Wen Jingshu didn't ask any further, since the system won't say anything anyway.

Huahua shrank back for a while, seeing that Wen Jingshu didn't press on, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and fell asleep peacefully.

Contrary to what Wen Jingshu was worried about, his cat's body did gradually age, but his human body did not. He still maintained his appearance in his 20s, almost in sync with Hua Zhirong.

This is probably also the benefit of the traveler.

Wen Jingshu lived peacefully in the third world for more than ten years, accompanied Hua Zhirong to travel around the world, and even got a certificate in a country that allows same-sex marriage. Although there was no wedding, she was still married.

However, it is inevitable that his body as the main body of the cat is aging a little bit, and he starts to move slowly, and there are some small problems on his body, but the strange thing is that these diseases will not bring him as a human being.

Now he spends most or almost all of his time as a human being, and he is not afraid that the cat's physical aging problem will be seen by Hua Zhirong, but his life span has almost come to an end. This is an indisputable fact, even if he deliberately conceals it, he cannot get rid of it. The day of death.

And now it's clear that both of them have shifted from the period of passionate love to the mode of old man and old man. His strategy has not made any progress, and it seems that he will not be able to complete it until he dies.

But that's fine, he wants to see how sacred it is to master this game, that is, if he dissipates without completing the task, there is really no way, but at that time he dissipates, Hua Zhirong, Will it be done by someone else?Thinking of this, Wen Jingshu couldn't help frowning.

"Jing Shu, did you read the company's new plan last time?" Hua Zhirong came out of the room with a small dried fish in his mouth. Throw it to the back of your mind: "Don't eat small dried fish all the time, eating too much is not good for your health."

"It's not your dried fish." The dried fish the cat ate had no salt in it, and it had an original taste, which was too fishy for Hua Zhirong. After trying it two or three times, he refused to eat it again.

But he also particularly likes the way the cat-shaped Wen Jingshu gnaws on dried fish. He has almost become a professional wholesaler of dried fish in the past few years. There must be something wrong with it.

"My small dried fish can be eaten by you." Wen Jingshu tilted his head, leaned in front of Hua Zhirong, and bit off half of the small dried fish he was holding in his mouth. Hua Zhirong froze, his face unconscious There was a layer of pink on it, and he curled his lips: "It's not delicious."

"It's delicious. I just bought a new kind of dried fish." Wen Jingshu actually brought a pack of dried fish. tasted.

I saw that his originally puzzled expression gradually changed, becoming more and more stiff, and finally covered his mouth with a black face and rushed into the toilet to spit it out, then rushed out angrily and looked at Wen Jingshu: "It's still delicious. !You lied to me!"

Wen Jingshu blinked, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth: "It's delicious."

When Hua Zhirong knew the shape of others, his taste was the same as that of ordinary people. Only when he was in the shape of a cat could he eat cat food, and he began to really wonder if he was too anxious to eat the deliciousness of this small dried fish Come.

Hua Zhirong continued to stare at the package of dried fish, as if he still wanted to try it, but after struggling for a while, he gave up. Maybe his family Jingshu was used to eating dried fish, and now he can get used to it as a human being. It's better not to challenge the taste buds of a cat monster casually, it's more reliable to eat his spicy dried fish.

"Don't look, eat less dried fish, too much salt, I'll make fish for you." Wen Jingshu saw what he was thinking at a glance, stepped forward to kiss him, and put the dried fish away By the way, I went to his room to search out the small dried fish hidden in the box, and moved them into the kitchen together.

Hua Zhirong's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that he had found such a good small dried fish. He forgot that Wen Jingshu was still a cat. Even if his sense of smell was not as good as that of a dog, he found a box of small dried fish. Still no problem.

Two years ago, the two of them refused to let their aunt come when they had a rest day. Wen Jingshu naturally lit up his culinary skills, coupled with his hard work and hard work the day after tomorrow, his cooking was no worse than that of his aunt. Zhirong's certification was better than that of auntie, and the two of them happened to be able to live in two complete two-person worlds.

Wen Jingshu recently learned a new dish of boiled fish, Hua Zhirong couldn't stop eating it while feeling spicy, and said inarticulately: "You cook this for me every day from now on, and I won't eat small dried fish. "

"Too spicy will cause acne," Wen Jingshu took a sip of water slowly, Hua Zhirong paused, "The skin will also get worse and look old."

Hua Zhirong put down the chopsticks, looked at Wen Jingshu quietly, Wen Jingshu swallowed the last sip of water, stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "I like that too."

Hua Zhirong silently picked up the chopsticks again, humming: "That's right."

After lunch, Hua Zhirong lay down comfortably on the sofa. The sunshine outside was so good that it covered half of the sofa. Hua Zhirong waved to Wen Jingshu who had just thrown the bowl into the dishwasher, and turned to his own Patted on the stomach, and commanded: "Lie down on me as a cat, and pet the cat for me."

Wen Jingshu glanced at him, but he still turned into a cat and jumped on him. Hua Zhirong narrowed his eyes comfortably, and by the way put his hands on the cat, enjoying the cat from head to tail. Wen Jingshu Because of the cat's habit, he couldn't help but raise the tip of his tail comfortably.

"Hey hey, is it comfortable?" Hua Zhirong picked up the cat's chin and scratched it. Wen Jingshu showed an expression of enjoyment in cooperation, and gave him a helpless look by the way. If she doesn't change, she won't change her shy nature after molesting, Wen Jingshu is used to it.

Only when he turns into a cat, will he flirt smoothly from his mouth to his actions without getting stuck.

"Aren't you a little old?" Hua Zhirong rubbed her hands for a while, then said suddenly, and after she finished speaking, she lifted the cat up and looked at it carefully from the abdomen to the back, Wen Jingshu didn't even bother to pinch her legs.

On the one hand, what is the relationship between the two of them, afraid of being seen...that part?On the one hand, it is also because he is really an old cat, so he can save electricity as much as he can. He is still a little tired from the jump just now, and he can't slow down.

Wen Jingshu was held up in mid-air for a moment, looked at Hua Zhirong, who was also sizing him up carefully, and finally curled his lips and gave up: "It's an illusion, after all, people look smaller than me."

No, older than you.Wen Jingshu said silently in his heart.He didn't respond to Hua Zhirong, but waited for Hua Zhirong to put him down and continue to lie on his body, letting his hands touch his body.

Hua Zhirong was satisfied with stroking the cat, and picked it up and kissed it twice. Wen Jingshu stretched out his paw, held Hua Zhirong's face, and kissed back: "Meow~"

"Cough, acting like a baby again." Hua Zhirong coughed twice, squeezed the cat's paw, and kissed the old fat cat's hairy face.

Wen Jingshu didn't refute, but hugged him more stickily.

He knew that he would leave this world sooner or later, but he didn't expect that now, Huahua whispered in his ear while trembling: "The strategy was successful."

Wen Jingshu didn't reply, he looked at Hua Zhirong quietly, as if he wanted to engrave this scene in his heart forever.

Hua Zhirong hugged the cat and started to feel drowsy under the warm sway of the sun. His cat seemed to be asleep too, laying motionless on his body, as quiet as if he had lost his breath. Zhirong squinted his eyes towards the ceiling, and slowly closed his eyes, not seeing that the furniture around him gradually disappeared, and finally turned into the white that Wen Jingshu was familiar with.

"I want to ask you a question." Wen Jingshu didn't know how long he had been standing here, he just watched Hua Zhirong slowly disappear from his eyes, he didn't speak for a long time, and only now did he speak.

Huahua could not wait to shrink into a small spot of light. It squatted at Wen Jingshu's feet and replied shyly, "What's the problem?"

"When I succeeded in the strategy," Wen Jingshu paused, as if he was thinking about something, "Am I dead?"

"What's dead?" Huahua pretended to be dumb and stunned, looking puzzled.

"Am I dead?" Wen Jingshu looked calmly, glanced at the little light ball, and repeated the question again.

Huahua was shivering and refused to answer. Finally, under Wen Jingshu's calm and almost cold eyes, she had no choice but to answer in a low voice: "Dead."

"Oh," Wen Jingshu nodded, and didn't speak any more. He straightened his mind, seemed to understand something and didn't understand anything, and said after a while, "Let's go."

"Let's go, what?" Huahua couldn't react for a while, her family Shu Shu didn't come up to step on him like this, she was so gentle, woo woo woo, the little ball of light floated slowly and stopped at the text Jing Shu's shoulder.

"Go to the next world." Wen Jingshu pinched his brows and said.

"Oh oh oh, let's go now!" Huahua cheered up quickly, it gave off a faint light, Wen Jingshu watched the whiteness in front of him gradually turn into pure black, closed his eyes slightly, and started Accept the memory from this body.

The author has something to say: Please, set a lid first, there is an irrelevant side story in this world

It's not sadism, it's not sadism! ...Probably abused (...)

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