Dressed as a Cat Demon: the Cold Ancestor Eavesdropped on My Thoughts

When Bai Li, a migrant worker, opened his eyes, he found that he had transformed into a kitten demon in the world of cultivation, whose spiritual veins had been destroyed and on the verge of death. Just as the wild wolf opened its bloody mouth, a cold sword light split open the long night. Yan Hanyuan, the ancestor of the Kunlun Sword Sect, who was dressed in white and outshone the snow, came out of the rain with an expression as indifferent as a god. Bai Li desperately hugged the man's boots: [Handsome guy, help! As long as you save me, this cat will work as a cow and horse for you in the next life! Woohoo, he's so handsome, I can hold him for a year with these legs! Yan Hanyuan's body froze—this unbridled young man's voice suddenly exploded in his consciousness that had been silent all year round. Bai Li trembled: [It's over, with this look in his eyes, he doesn't want to steam me, does he? He bent down and pinched the back of the cat's neck, and the corners of his mouth curved up slightly: "I don't eat cats, but I need a pillow." Since then, there has been a strange rumor in the world of cultivation—— The ancestor of the Sword Sect who has been inhumane for thousands of years has raised a little cat demon who can only act coquettishly. Bai Li transformed into a half-demon form, wearing fluffy cat ears and tail and wagging his tail crazily to please him, but he was complaining crazily in his heart: [Ancestor is not wearing a shirt today, these abdominal muscles... Are sucking, I want to touch them! [Why is this old Bingshan so good at pinching his chin? Could it be that he has taken a liking to me, a peerless little kitten? Yan Hanyuan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, the tips of his ears were reddish, and pressed a certain well-behaved kitten demon into his arms, saying in a low voice: "Where do you want to touch?" Bai Li covered her cat ears tightly and was frightened: Help! How could Ancestor Qing Leng hear my voice!