After the Demon King Failed to Cross the Tribulation, He Said It Was the Cat I Raised.

The night I failed to overcome the tribulation, I shivered under the demon lord's original cat paw. "Evil traitor!" Black Cat breathed out human smoke, "Can't you even recognize my true form?" I held up the sect's handbook tremblingly: "The first rule of the Wuwu Dao... It is forbidden to keep cats." He sneered and smashed the manual with his claw: "Now the second rule, the Demon Lord must sleep on a pillow." Later, the whole world of cultivation saw the snoring coal ball lying on the shoulder of the cold sword cultivator. "Immortal Yunjian, your cat scratched the elder's wig again at the Immortal Alliance Conference!" Without changing my expression, I picked up the back of my neck and said, "Good boy, go back and give you some dried fish." The Demon Lord in his arms suddenly turned back into his human form and bit his ear: "I want to be a noble concubine." ——Help, Wu Qingdao can't hold this dramatic cat down anymore!