princess from the underworld

Chapter 58 text 62
With a flash of inspiration, Zi Yan smiled slyly at Gui Lao, and under his expectant eyes, picked up a piece of white lotus cake, gently tore off a small piece, and pretended to eat it.

Suddenly, the hand was put down, "Hammer, eat."

Hammer likes dessert the most, not to mention Ziyan feeds it, and it swallows it happily.

Personally, I don't think people can compare it with ordinary cats. After all, it was raised by a famous ghost. It's not surprising that it likes to eat sweets, love to take a bath, and other unconventional living habits.

As expected of Guilao's favorite cat, it has a good resistance. It didn't respond at first, but when Guilao's eyes widened and he was about to go crazy, he kicked his legs and rolled his eyes.

Hammer, I'm sorry, if you want to blame, blame the ghost!Ziyan mourned in silence, and made a cross on her chest with one hand, ah the door——

"You damn girl!" Gui Lao jumped up and quickly hugged the hammer, not forgetting to give Ziyan a glare.

He took out a white porcelain bottle from his body, took a cup casually, poured the powder into it, and said, "Stretch out your hand!" His face was extremely serious. Normally, when he was like this, Zi Yan would not dare to talk to him. Just kidding, now he is eager to save the cat, and he is in a hurry.

Ziyan often wondered, if something happened to her one day, would he have half the heart to save her.Or do you want to die and die, and don't even want to waste your energy?I personally think the latter is the majority.Don't look at his appearance, but his heart has never been used at all. He is heartless and has always been a murderer without blinking an eye.

I stretched out my hand obediently, and when my hand hurt, he cut a small cut on my hand, blood slipped from the tip of my hand, my head suddenly became dizzy, and I almost stopped.Shaking his head, he barely lost consciousness.

Gui Lao let go of his hand and glanced at her, afraid that he would see something tricky, Zi Yan sat down as if nothing had happened, and watched him fiddle.

The ghost mixed her blood with the medicine powder, kneaded it into a small ball and fed it to the hammer.

The medicine worked well, and after a while, the hammer started to move. It stood up staggeringly, raised its head and glared at Ghost, meowed, and walked away without paying attention.

Gui Lao looked at Hammer's butt inexplicably, and was at a loss for words for a while, as if he was complaining about something, and it wasn't whether he did a good job, why was he always the one who was blamed?

(End of this chapter)