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Chapter 283 The kitten actually doesn’t want to be left alone (34)

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the hair on his cat ears became fluffy: "World consciousness?"

The man responded softly and continued to read the book in his hand: "Didn't you hear the rumors? The war 'ended' with the advent of world consciousness."

Song Nan was stunned and murmured in a low voice: "I thought the consciousness of the world just came out to preside over the battle, but I didn't expect..."

The man suddenly frowned and looked at the contents of the book distressedly: "This is indeed unexpected. Even the world itself did not expect that consciousness would take on a form."

He paused and looked at Song Nan curiously: "Are you the lost kitten? There are several people outside looking for you like crazy, and they don't even care that the war is about to begin. The last time there was such a big battle was because A human being."

Song Nan frowned and stood up to leave. However, just when his feet were about to touch the carpet, an invisible force suddenly appeared and gently lifted him up and stuffed him back into the soft quilt.

"Kid, time has started to turn. The hands of the clock have blocked this place from the outside world. You can't leave here until there is a winner in the war." The man stared at the words on the paper without any fluctuation in his tone, "This is the most beautiful place in the world. Isn’t it a safe place to stay here and wait for the war to end? You don’t plan to participate in the battle, right?”

Song Nan pursed her lower lip, glanced at him, grabbed the edge of the quilt, opened her mouth to speak, but stopped, her cheeks flushed in shame as if she didn't know how to speak.

The man looked away from the book, as if he knew what he was thinking, and continued to dissuade: "I have food and drink here, and I can give you whatever you want. Why insist on going back to that cumbersome place? If it is for those A familiar person. When the war is over, you can talk to the world. If it agrees, I will help you create an exact one."

He paused, and drew a stream of golden light in the air with his fingertips. The next second, a vivid pink-and-gold little rabbit appeared, jumping lively in the air, and jumped in front of Song Nan.

"She still exists in reality, so there is no way for another her to appear. When the real her dies, this rabbit will become real."

Song Nan stared at the rabbit nestled in his palm. He was silent for a moment and then said nervously: "Well, I'm not worried about their situation. Nothing will happen to them. I just want to ask you if you can give me some clothes..."

The man's fingertips stopped, and he raised his eyes to look at him. Then his eyes slowly moved down, focusing on the slender waist surrounded by the plush tail.

The cat's tail is obviously soft, but it covers the white and tender skin, and still leaves a small area around it with a faint pink color. It may be that his skin is already pink, but now it is more obvious against the background of the fluff.

Song Nan frowned and silently lifted the quilt.

The man raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Then, a loose and comfortable white silk nightgown appeared on Song Nan. At the same time, the plush tail was easily taken off his waist. It was picked up by something invisible and combed gently. Hairy.

And around his waist, a belt made of the same material as the nightgown was wrapped around it. It just hooked the clothes on both sides to prevent them from loosening, but it was also as loose as possible to avoid any more pinching on the white and tender skin. Conspicuous traces come.

When the man saw his cat ears twitching and his eyes narrowing in pleasure as he was combing his hair, he couldn't help but whisper, "Squeamish."

Song Nan's eyes widened, and his blue eyes were covered with a light mist. He didn't know whether it was because he was too comfortable or because he was angry.

The man supported his head and didn't care where the content of the book was. He just looked at him quietly: "It doesn't matter. It's better for the kitty to be more delicate."

Song Nan frowned, and the cat's tail swung unconsciously, slapping away invisible objects with a "pop".

The man raised his eyebrows, glanced at the back of his hand for no reason, stood up helplessly, picked up the heavy book, walked to Song Nan, took advantage of his doubts, picked him up suddenly, sat behind him, and lifted his chin Put it between his furry cat ears, hold his hand before he gets angry, and touch the books with her.

Song Nan's cat ears trembled in discomfort, and he was about to speak, but was suddenly attracted by the cold touch on his fingertips and the smell of blood that suddenly filled his nose.

He lowered his head to check the book. Unexpectedly, the book was blank and there was no text at all as he expected. But the next second, his eyes were in a daze for a moment, and then, a bloody picture suddenly appeared in front of him, and even the acrid smoke of the war was gone. Followed by invasion of the heart.

Yan Huai, Rong Ji, Yu Yuze, Bei Siwen and Bai Tu were seen standing in the center of the battlefield. Countless orcs, either in beast form or human form, were surrounding them, and they all attacked the five of them with their weapons drawn.

Song Nan's pupils shrank suddenly, his tail stood up, and the fluff on it seemed to explode like static electricity.

The man felt a little uncomfortable being pushed by the tail, so he could only let go of his hand, and instead grasped the base of the tail. With a gentle squeeze, the boy in his arms softened.

"So much movement?"

Song Nan's blue eyes were filled with tears, with a faint glimmer of water, and her cheeks were flushed with shame. She glared at him, clearly looking extremely angry, but her tone was soft, as if she was holding sugar in her mouth, without any momentum: " Why are you pinching my tail?"

The man paused and carefully let go of his hand. He was worried that it would hurt him, so he held it again and rubbed it gently: "Does it hurt?"

Song Nan bit her lower lip, her body trembling slightly, and tried to swat his hand away, but she couldn't use the strength at all.

He gasped softly, and when he saw his hand in front of him, he immediately leaned over and bit his tiger's mouth.

"Sigh~"

The man's fingertips trembled, and he immediately let go of him, reaching out to pinch his cheeks, forcing him to let go: "Why are you so fierce? I see you are in pain, and you want to bite me even though I'm rubbing it for you?"

Song Nan's cheeks swelled up when he pinched her, and the tears in her eyes seemed to be squeezed, falling pitifully from her eyes and dripping on the back of his hand.

The man's pupils shrank, and he let go of him as if he had been burned. Then he stood up and pulled away, picking up precious gems from the ground and placing them next to him. Especially the fist-sized pearl, which was carefully held up. It fell into his palm: "These are all for you, don't cry."

Song Nan frowned, threw away the heavy pearl, and reached out to press the book, but no picture appeared.

He puffed up his cheeks and stared at the man angrily. His cat ears were bent and drooped on both sides in despair. He asked in a muffled voice: "Why is there no picture?"

The man paused, glanced at the book, and said calmly: "This is a bridge to connect to the outside world. Without the blessing of my power, no one can see the content inside."

He looked at Song Nan's plush tail that was swinging again, carefully sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly came closer: "Kitten, do you want to see what's going on outside?"

Song Nan nodded, and the cat's tail wrapped around his waist, dragging him closer to him, as if signaling him to continue what he was doing so that he could see the content of the book.

But the man didn't seem to notice. He didn't sit behind him or hold his hand.

"The time schedule here is different from that outside. When you cry, the war is over. If you want to get out, you can now."

Song Nan's cat ears suddenly stood up, he stood up suddenly, ran across the plush carpet, and walked towards the door with his bare white soles.

The man sat on the bed and watched him leave step by step. Until his figure disappeared, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and said softly in a lonely voice: "You little heartless person... just know how to stretch your elbows out."

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As soon as Song Nan ran out, he found that the clothes on his body had changed into casual clothes, and he also had a pair of soft shoes under his feet to prevent his soles from being stained by the surrounding dirt.

He turned around thoughtfully to check, and sure enough, there was nothing in the tile-roofed house, except for the small broken door with its corner drooped and wobbling open.

"Baby?"

Song Nan's pupils shrank, and just as he was about to turn around, he felt himself being enveloped by a broad embrace. Then, hot moisture dripped onto the tips of his ears. It was so hot that he shook his ears unconsciously to get rid of the drops of moisture.

He raised his hand to hold Yan Huai's hand and patted his wrist comfortingly: "Yan Huai, congratulations on your victory~"