It's so cute, Niu Dazhu thought, and couldn't help but reach out to the little black animal with wary eyes: "Kitten, I won't hurt you, don't be afraid."
Cat? Damn it, who is this dark-skinned farmer in his thirties? What about the people who have been waiting for you for thousands of years? ! "Ho ho—" Ni Junjue grunted angrily in his throat.
Mistaking this sound for a frightened kind uncle, his eyes became even kinder. Slowly he stretched out his hand again, ignoring the scratched back that was bleeding, and slowly approached its chin with his big hand. Looking at the hands with bloodstains scratched by him, Jun Jue hesitated for a moment, but for some reason he did not refuse and allowed this human to take him home.
In this way, the monarch of the demon world who had waited for thousands of years to be born was taken away by an extremely ordinary human being for some reason that even he himself did not know.