17-Transformed Meow

He Yu was about to ask when the door slammed shut.

"Has this cat become a spirit?" He Yu tried to jump up and open the door, but couldn't. Is the lock broken?

His cell phone is still inside.

"Woof woof woof! Give me back my cell phone!"

He Yu slapped the door with his paws, but didn't dare to make too much noise. Then he thought, this cat doesn't understand human language, how could it know to give him back his cell phone?

The door will open tomorrow, and I'll get the cell phone then.

As for who will get it... I'll talk about it tomorrow.

Inside the door, Nan Qiao was whispering to Rong Fei to be cautious.

Although He Yu is the same as them now, what if someone else came up today?

If someone else found Rong Fei playing with her cell phone and let the cat out, how would they deal with it in the future?

This is indeed dangerous, and Rong Fei didn't refute it. He Yu can't be taken lightly just because he has become a dog.

"It's okay. I can turn into a human form now, but the time is short, probably only half an hour."

"When the time is longer, we can deal with the jewelry and property and buy real estate."

Si Qingyan didn't want to see them being too cautious.

These cats are proud of themselves, and they don't need to do such things as living under someone else's roof. It's too inconvenient to stay in the Forbidden City, eat cat food every day, drink tap water, and be monitored everywhere. It's too inconvenient. It's rare to be able to eat normal meals like ordinary people. Even if Lao Xia can cook cat food, there are many cats in the Forbidden City, and they won't fight with other ordinary cats. If it were an ordinary cat, playing every day would be fine. The body contains a human soul, and the thoughts are naturally the same as humans. Playing around, sleeping, and staring at a mobile phone every day is not a long-term solution.

You have to try to find meaning in life, or set a goal. Before, He Yu was not at home every day, and provided three meals a day. The food was not as good as the imperial kitchen, but it was much better than living in the Forbidden City and eating cat food. Here at He Yu, there is comfort and freedom. All cats have the conditions to do what they want to do. They gradually find the path that suits them and clarify the direction of their future life.

"Prince, I wonder what you will look like when you transform?" Rong Fei asked in confusion.

"I don't know for the time being." Si Qingyan's transformation is different from the last time Rong Fei transformed. This is an essential physical change, but his current body strength is not enough and cannot be maintained for too long.

Seeing the cats' faces full of expectation, Si Qingyan tried to change.

The white light enveloped the cat's body. He is not big yet. He is only three or four months old and grows very slowly. I don't know what he will look like when he transforms.

After about three or four minutes, the white light dissipated.

There was only a child of about three or four years old left on the spot, with black hair and golden pupils, his eyes were wide open, and his facial features were too delicate to tell whether he was a man or a woman. Unlike ordinary people, he still has a pair of furry cat ears on his head, one orange and one white. His golden pupils are clear and gentle, not stained by dust, which makes people's hearts melt.

"It seems a little short."

Si Qingyan noticed the change in perspective and looked back. There was a tail behind her.

This is what happens when you don't have spiritual power. The transformation is also very simple.

"Meow meow meow! Oh my god..."

Rong Fei's eyes almost had stars. She immediately jumped off the sofa and surrounded Si Qingyan. She looked from the left and the right. She wanted to pick Si Qingyan up and rub her.

Rong Fei especially liked children, especially cute ones. It always reminded her of her child who died young, and she felt love and pain in her heart.

"Rong Rong, what happened..."

Ayun was about to see what happened here. Without saying anything, she stared at Si Qingyan and began to lose her mind.

At the beginning, her and Nan Qiao's daughter Yan Yi was also so cute, delicate and beautiful, more beautiful than the children under the seats of gods and Buddhas, and she really wanted to give her all the good things.

Nan Qiao looked at Si Qingyan and, like Ayun and Rong Fei, thought of her own children who died young. Perhaps Da Gan's luck had run out, and his two children died before the country was destroyed.

Nan Qiao couldn't think of a better way to die, martyrdom or illness. At least when the children were still here, the country was not lost. He was still their father.

"Did the prince transform?"

"The prince looked a bit like Nan Qiao when he was a child."

The other cats gathered around, and the queen mother gradually lost herself.

"Indeed, they look a bit alike, both are so good-looking."

Perhaps it was because cute children all looked a bit alike, the more the queen mother looked at Si Qingyan, the more she felt like Nan Qiao. At the same time, they were also happy. If Si Qingyan could transform, they could also in the future, but they didn't know when exactly.

"Will we keep our ears and tails in the future?" Rong Fei asked.

"When we have enough cultivation, the transformation will be more complete."

Si Qingyan was only wearing a white robe and stepped barefoot on the floor. Maybe because of his young age, his hands and feet were fleshy and looked chubby, which made Si Qingyan feel complicated.

Nan Qiao approached carefully and asked:

"Can I touch it? See how it feels?"

"Yes." Si Qingyan didn't refuse.

Nan Qiao stretched out her cat paw, retracted her nails, leaving only the pink pad, and pressed it against Si Qingyan's instep.

"It's warm... except for the ears and tail, it seems exactly like an ordinary person!"

The pad was soft and slid back and forth on the instep. Nan Qiao was getting more and more excited.

Si Qingyan squatted down, grabbed Nan Qiao's foot, and pinched the pad.

It's so soft! And it's pink!

The cat's legs are white-haired, and the pads are usually pink.

For example, Nan Qiao, for example, Rong Fei.

The pink little pads and fat cat jio looked as round and cute as the white mangosteen, and felt incredibly soft. Si Qingyan couldn't bear to let go after squeezing it twice.

"Prince, you are a little frivolous."

Nan Qiao wanted to escape but couldn't, so he said seriously.

Si Qingyan simply picked up Nan Qiao and masturbated her.

If it were an ordinary child, he might not be able to hold Nan Qiao, the orange pig. After all, Si Qingyan had enough cultivation to pick up a fat cat.

Nan Qiao's flesh squeezed out from Si Qingyan's arm. After practicing, the hair became softer and silkier, which felt great to the touch. Si Qingyan hugged Nan Qiao and collapsed on the sofa, feeling satisfied. There was nothing better to touch than this!

"It can only last for about half an hour now. If it transforms into an adult, like Concubine Rong did last time, it can last for about an hour. Illusion is not very real. If you are really careful, you can easily find flaws."

The last time Concubine Rong met with He Yu, there was no physical contact, so nothing was revealed. If you really want to deal with various incidents outside, it will be much more convenient to have real flesh and blood.

"We are just around the corner to make great achievements." The censor, Doctor Mao, said with emotion.

"Yes, yes!"

Nan Qiao was not angry even when the prince pinched him here and there. This is one of our own, different from He Yu's little pup.

Later, Si Qingyan held paws with other cats one after another to satisfy their curiosity about their new body after transformation.

The whole night was immersed in the excitement of transformation, and no one could sleep well.

He Yu's cell phone has been left there, and everyone is in low interest. There is a TV in the living room on the second floor, computers in the study and guest bedroom, and unused tablets, spare mobile phones, etc. in the villa. Although we cannot allocate one to each cat, we will never take turns waiting for a mobile phone like before.

The next day Ke Jingyan found that the phone was not there and asked He Yu. After asking what happened, He Yu was asked to go upstairs to get it. Otherwise, she would be in a wheelchair and unable to go up the stairs, and it would be difficult to explain to Sister Lin why her cell phone went upstairs for no reason.

He Yu came to the door of the second floor again, a little timid.

To this day, his scalp tingles when he thinks of the fat tiger walking upright. I have only heard of netizens’ cats walking upright, often because they were frightened. I have never heard of cats picking up dogs and throwing them away. It's too ridiculous.

He was just a humble little country dog ​​who couldn't reach the door handle even when he stood upright.

Seeing how hard he was working, Sister Lin came.

"Wangcai wants to play with a cat? Don't start a fight. You're such an honest and humble person. No cat is as powerful as you. If you hit one out of ten, you'll get beaten."

Sister Lin opened the door with a smile. The cats inside were performing their duties. Some were lying on the sofa, some were lying in the cat's nest, and some were by the window. They all had round and soft bodies and looked cute and cute. Can't help but want to touch two.

Sister Lin didn't do anything. She also found that the cats here didn't love their relatives, let alone petting them. They would move if they got closer, for fear of being next to people.

"The door still needs to be opened frequently for ventilation, why is it always closed?"

Sister Lin was puzzled. She is responsible for taking care of He Yu and cooking. Others are responsible for the hygiene of the house and feeding the cats. People always leave as soon as they finish their work, rushing to the next work station and don't stay long.

Sister Lin walked around in a circle and went downstairs without finding anything wrong. She still has to buy groceries and cook.

He Yu’s mobile phone was still where it was yesterday.

He looked at the many cats and felt something strange, but couldn't place it.

These cats seem to be too sensible. He never breaks anything, scratches furniture, or urinates anywhere.

He turned to Miss Ye. Any kind of person would have the same kind of cat, and the cat she raised followed her. As elegant, noble and beautiful as she is. If I could live with her, wouldn't it be a magical life?

He Yu fell into fantasy and couldn't extricate himself.

But Miss Ye is still abroad. Given her conditions, there must be many suitors. Maybe there will be people better than herself who will surround her and show their attentiveness...

I am still a dog now, and I don’t know when I will become a human again.

When he thought of this, He Yu's liver and gallbladder split and his heart ached, and he immediately called Miss Ye. Only by hearing Miss Ye's voice can the fear and pain in my heart be relieved a little.

The cats staying in the living room with He Yu are all novel.

It turns out that dogs can have so many expressions, sometimes bitter, sometimes inferior, sometimes affectionate, sometimes frightened, and they change every once in a while, comparable to the Face Changing King of Sichuan Opera.

At this moment, the phone is in Nan Qiao's hand.

He was playing games in a bedroom when he saw an incoming call with the note "He Wangcai" and pressed reject without hesitation.

He Yu refused to give up and fought again.

Nan Qiao was already at a critical moment and was interrupted once. The second time, the character in the game died.

"This little kid calls every day."

Nan Qiao complained and said a little impatiently:

"Then I'd better take it."

Nan Qiao wasn't afraid of him. Wasn't he just answering the phone? The first time He Yu called, he was the one who answered. If it weren't for the purpose of checking Ke Jingyan's whereabouts, Concubine Rong would not be allowed to answer the phone.

Si Qingyan's consciousness swept away and she suddenly knew that He Yu was outside. He set up a soundproof barrier to ensure that He Yu outside could not hear Nan Qiao talking.

"Way? Who are you? Why are you calling my daughter?"

Nan Qiao lowered his voice, like a middle-aged and elderly man, and his mouth smelled like dirt. After watching too many live broadcasts of Shoumai, Nan Qiao has long been spoiled.

"..." He Yu Xiaolu's beating heart slowly stiffened. Maybe this is what a sudden heart attack feels like.

Si Qingyan almost laughed out loud.

Is Nan Qiao a devil?

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Thanks to the little angels who cast the Overlord votes or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

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Qian Shi. 10 bottles; Wu Yu Le 3 bottles; Si Shui Ruo Qing Tian, ​​Xue Mei Niang, Mo Ah 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!