Meow, Where Did Your Soul Go?

His name is Shen Jing, a model young man from a fine Chinese family, well-rounded and charming. He was all set to run down the track of life, but tripped and landed flat on his face after just one step?!

He was only looking for a job, so how did the owner of this shady shop manage to swindle him?

On his very first day, he had no idea what the shop even did, and they already kicked him out to go to work?

All he did was pick up a cat, and the owner ran off, leaving the shop to him?

He only came here to work as a shop assistant. If the owner was going to run away, couldn't he at least tell him what was going on?

Can somebody tell him what it means when a cat has lost its soul?

What do you mean he's been chosen? His name is Shen Jing, not Shenjing. Why are so many supernatural, idealist things showing up in his materialist world?

And now he has to shoulder all this pressure and help the cat sitting on his head find its soul?

Meow, where on earth did you drop your soul?!

Boss, you run one shady shop!

I've been having no motivation to write lately. Rolling around and begging for favorites and comments, sob sob.

Below is the earthly home of Bi Yao, the round little demon who's lost all her dignity and landed on the floor. Don't be shy, go ahead and poke that chubby teacher!

This is my old story, Gu Re Wo. You can click in and take a look, dear readers~~

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