440 Cats Have Nine Lives

Wang Qianchen was lying on the ground, looking up at the stars in the sky as well. Unlike those who were deliberately dealing with Mr. Huang, he thought that the Eighth Prince would die one day, but he did not expect that it would be today and that it would come so soon.

Ban Bian's guess was correct. He did still have the strength to give this opportunity to Li Qianqiu. Is there anything in the world that could be more satisfying than killing an enemy with his own hands?

Having said that, this time it was really all thanks to the demonic energy.

Wang Qianchen patted his body and said, "Brother Yaoqi, thank you!"

There was no response, and the demon fell into a deep sleep again. I wonder if he could be woken up. This time he seemed to be hanging. Banzhuan also said: "Stop screaming. I feel like it has collapsed. I may not be able to wake it up next time."

The subtext of this sentence is that if there is a similar situation again, you must rely on yourself.

Wang Qianchen also understood that in fact, his qualifications were very ordinary. He had been an ordinary person for the past twenty years. Only with this layer of demonic possession did he become a gifted person. Without the help of the demonic aura, He has everything

No, I can't even advance to the first level, I can't learn anything, and I can't compare with guys like Du Hong and Wei Zihua who are geniuses in their own right.

But Wang Qianchen will not belittle himself. Just like Zhou Junxian said, since God has given him this thing, it naturally makes sense, so he can just keep going.

The [Qingming Space] has been withdrawn. Li Qianqiu put away the body of the Eighth Prince, and then went to check the injuries of Wang Qianchen and others one by one. Everyone was seriously injured, but it didn't bother them. Anyway, with Zhong Xin here, everything would be fine sooner or later.

Li Qianqiu rushed to the door of Zhezhe's car wash shop immediately, and Wang Qianchen and others also helped each other over.

There were many cat corpses lying here and there. Li Qianqiu held a black cat in his arms and cried heartbreakingly. That was the black cat Tangtang, a monster that only existed in the sand realm. He couldn't survive a single move from the Eighth Prince. His neck was cruelly crushed and he died miserably on the spot!

Black cat Tangtang’s behavior can be called impulsive, but without her impulsiveness, Wang

Qianchen couldn't save anyone.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see her feelings for Li Qianqiu, including Li Qianqiu himself, but how can a demon and a human be together? Everyone has never talked about this before, and they all think it is impossible and no chance. This little monster is so weird.

But now, everyone can't help but think, how wonderful it would be if the black cat Tangtang was still alive. As long as Li Qianqiu is willing, no one will object!

It's a pity that the black cat Tangtang is dead, in the hands of the Eighth Prince.

Finally taking revenge, Li Qianqiu, who was supposed to open the champagne, had no idea of ​​celebrating at this moment. He held the body of the black cat with a broken neck in his arms, crying bitterly and heartbroken, with tears falling down one by one. dripping on the black cat's head.

Of course he didn't have any feelings for the black cat Tangtang, but it was impossible for such a monster who was affectionate and righteous to him to remain calm in anyone's body.

Wang Qianchen and others stood nearby, silently praying for the black cat Tangtang, hoping that she would become a real person in her next life.

Right person.

They were not as sad as Li Qianqiu, but they couldn't help but shed tears. Zhong Xin even burst into tears. She walked over and put her hand on the black cat's broken neck, trying to help her repair the wound so that she could die. Gotta be decent.

Wang Qianchen and others quietly cleaned up the scene and extricated all the corpses of other cats. They also paid a high price to save Li Qianqiu and others.

"Uncle...your tears are so salty..." At this moment, a groaning voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone was stunned and looked at the black cat in Li Qianqiu's arms in surprise.

The black cat really opened his eyes, his face was soaked with Li Qianqiu's tears, his expression was obviously disgusted, but he seemed a little proud at the same time.

Alive...alive? !

How could it be possible? Everyone saw that her neck was broken and she could not die anymore. There was no way that she, a monster in the sand world, could survive from the hands of the Eighth Prince!

But the black cat really opened his eyes and talked to Li Qianqiu!

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Qianqiu was also confused and stared at the black cat blankly, thinking that he was hallucinating.

"Why, I saved you and you don't know how to say thank you?" Black Cat curled his lips slightly.

Really alive!

Everyone looked at Zhong Xin. She was helping Black Cat heal her wounds just now. Could it be that she has the ability to resurrect corpses?

Zhong Xin quickly waved her hand: "It's not me! I don't have this ability. I just helped her connect her neck..."

"How did you survive?" Li Qianqiu immediately lowered his head and looked at the black cat.

"Uncle...Are you getting old and your memory is bad...Didn't I tell you before that I have nine lives? I just lost one, and there are eight more...You can do it right in the future I'm better, I only have eight lives left..." Black Cat said softly, it could be heard that he was still very weak, but there was still a hint of pride in his tone.

Cats have nine lives. This is a legend that has existed since ancient times, but no one has ever taken it seriously. It is just a legend.

It’s actually true!

(End of chapter)