I am a woman who makes trouble and commits all kinds of evil, and is ruthless and ruthless. I have lived for twenty-five years and have more than 20,000 criminal records.
Going to hell is my only ending.
What I didn't expect was that after my death, I would turn into a cat and be adopted by my nemesis.
She and I have been enemies for many years, and we have been at odds with each other for many years.
This is a crueler punishment than going to hell!
Soon, I discovered that being a cat is much more enjoyable than being a human.
I ignored my nemesis every day, washed her feet with her drinking cup, beat her and danced while she was sleeping. Not only did she not get angry, but she also behaved like a humble girl, serving me with trepidation and making me feel comfortable.
In order to better communicate with me, she also bought a set of voice buttons, trying to influence me with patience and love.
Out of the desire to cause trouble for her, I never cooperated with her.
Until the day of my memorial day, she was drunk, holding my photo and crying silently, muttering my name.
I was immediately furious, jumped on the table, and pressed the sound button wildly: "Shut up! Shut up! Noise! Noise! Uncomfortable! Shut up! Noise! Get out!"
Under a series of voice attacks, my nemesis raised her head and looked at me in surprise. Gradually, her eyes widened and she was completely stunned.
I raised my paws triumphantly and was about to lick my fur when I was horrified to find that my paws had turned into hands.
A pair of human hands.
Intention: To be determined