"I just picked up a stray dog at the dating corner and took it home. Why is the entire metaphysical community lining up in front of my house?"
Bai Rong, a retired nine-tailed fox, runs a pet boarding center on a daily basis, and occasionally goes to the blind date corner to look for cute little strays.
Until she took the No. 1 Sword Master of Xuanmen home as a long-haired dog.
What's even more outrageous is——
The leader of the Demon Cult? The black cat with fried hair needs to be masturbated.
Millennium drought? Golden Retriever is losing hair, it's time to take a bath.
Ancient beast? Maine Coon cats, schedule neutering.
Bai Rong looked at the "furries" queuing up in the store and felt deeply responsible:
"Come on, don't fight. Sister will open the can for you."
The occult world is going crazy.
The Righteous Sword Master was in seclusion for three thousand years. On the day he came out of seclusion, he was picked up by a woman as a dog.
The leader of the Demon Cult was so powerful that he was lying on the counter while his belly was being turned.
Thousands of years of drought destroyed the city and destroyed the country, and now they are waiting in line to have their hair blown.
The ancient ferocious beasts devoured everything, and now they are fighting with people just to grab a cat bar.
And that woman——
She held the small pet scissors and asked lovingly:
"Who among you will be sterilized first?"
All the big guys took a step back.
Only the Sword Master stood in the front with an expressionless face:
"... I'll come."
