Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

Only then did a certain cheap dragon regain a little balance in his heart.

"Meow-"

And at this moment, a soft meow sounded under the wine table.

Ling Luo lowered her head and saw an extremely cute cat, rubbing against her legs, raised her round head, and stared at her with big eyes, as if begging for mercy.

She likes cats best.

Being rubbed like this, Ling Luo felt that her heart was about to melt.

She picked up a few pieces of beef and put them near the cat's mouth, then stretched out a hand, gently stroked its round head, and smoothed its fur.

The little cat purred comfortably while eating the meat.

There was an extremely gentle smile on Ling Luo's lips, and he pinched a few more pieces of meat, and his eyes were closed together.

On the other side of the table, Prison's eyes turned green!

This is simply racism!

Why didn't she hold his meat, stroke his head, and smooth his hair with such a gentle expression... Well, he actually has no hair.

But he didn't mind at all if she helped him fix his beards and polish his scales.

"Xiao Luo—" Moulong's voice was somewhat bitter.

"Huh?" Ling Luo dealt with it absent-mindedly, stroking the cat without even looking at him.

Gritting his teeth, women really like the new and dislike the old.

A mortal little tabby cat can defeat him, is there any reason for this?

"The emperor also wants to..."

"Ah? What do you want? Two more jars of wine?"

Ling Luo would turn her head, and suddenly found that the prison on the opposite chair had disappeared, replaced by a beautiful black cat.

The cat's fur was extremely smooth, with a blue brocade belt around its neck, tied in a beautiful knot, and its eyes were bright red.

This cat - at first glance, is very noble!

A black noble cat.

Ling Luo's eyes were drawn to her in an instant.

A look of cheapness flashed across the red eyes of the black cat, he leaped lightly, jumped onto the table, then rubbed against Ling Luo's hand, and pushed her with his head.

Ling Luo let out a "puchi" laugh, stretched out her hand, and pampered the black cat.

"It's so cute." The soft touch from her hand made her sigh, "I like it so much."

She has no natural resistance to cats.

The black cat's lips curled up into a standard smirk.

The corners of Ling Luo's eyes flickered fiercely, this smile—how could it look so familiar.

"Prison?" She asked tentatively.

The black cat raised its paw, held up the small meat pad, and patted Ling Luo's face affectionately.

Ling Luo smiled: "You really can play tricks."

She stretched out her hand and gently touched his cute triangular ears.

"Hmph, I'm just looking at you for pity, so let's satisfy you for now." A certain cheap dragon enjoyed the pleasure of being stroked contentedly, while playing cheaply arrogantly.

Ling Luo couldn't see through it, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, you are so kind, Lord Dragon Emperor."

"Hey, it's good that you know." The black cat assumed the posture of an old man, turned over, and turned his legs to the sky, "Xiao Luo, give me a massage quickly."

"..." This guy really has an unusually thick skin.

But—the one who pets cats is the most loving.

Ling Luo stretched out her hand, and gently stroked the furry and soft belly of the black cat transformed from prison, helping him smooth the fur over and over again.