Live-in Son-in-law

Qin Yi joked, "This is what a normal man should be interested in, how is it perverted and disgusting? Right, Hei Shan?"

Hei Shan showed a knowing smile understood by all men, but when the Red Lotus Netherworld Envoy shot him a glance, he quickly lowered his head in fear.

The Red Lotus Netherworld Envoy gave a dismissive wave of the hand, let out a cold snort, and turned to leave, with hips swaying more seductively than a woman’s.

"Ah, I really don’t know what fun there is in life for someone like that," Qin Yi scoffed.

Hei Shan didn’t dare make a sound; if he dared to agree, his head would be hanging on the deck in a minute by the Red Lotus Netherworld Envoy.

Qin Yi looked at Hei Shan and said, "Let them all go back! I’m going to take a bath and rest. I fought today, and I’m really tired."

Hei Shan, the Netherworld Envoy quickly said, "Then, sir, rest well, if you need anything, just call me."

Qin Yi nodded, and Hei Shan instructed the beautiful women to pour the water from the basin into the wooden tub, then led them away.

Qin Yi stretched lazily and unconsciously grabbed the wine jar for a sip before heading to bathe.

He found the weight of the wine jar off. Looking down, he saw it was empty.

Where’s the wine?

He clearly only drank one sip, how could it be empty?

Then, he cast his eyes on the little white cat on the table and asked suspiciously, "Was it you who drank it?"

"Meow..."

The little white cat meowed, its round eyes looking innocently at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi thought he was just overthinking it. So much wine, how could it have been the little white cat that drank it? Such a cute little cat couldn’t have bad intentions.

So where did the wine go?

Just as Qin Yi was puzzled, he saw the little white cat swaying a bit before falling over on the table, then standing up and stumbling again.

"Crap... it really was you."

Qin Yi’s eyes widened. The thief was indeed the little white cat; it had drunk a lot and was now drunk.

"Meow..."

The little white cat lifted its head, round eyes looking at Qin Yi with innocence.

Qin Yi was at a loss, pinching the back of the little white cat’s neck and picking it up, "Don’t you act cute with me; that’s Hundred Herbs Wine, and I got it with great difficulty, and you wasted it just like that."

"Meow..."

The little white cat didn’t struggle, just looked at Qin Yi innocently.

Qin Yi was speechless; whose cat was this? It could drink wine, and had quite the capacity. A whole jar, and it was Hundred Herbs Wine. A Qi Refiner below the Transcendence Tribulation Stage would be overwhelmed by the spiritual energy, but this little white cat didn’t seem to have any issue, just a bit tipsy.

"This little white cat is something else."

The voice of the Evil Lord resonated in Qin Yi’s mind.

Qin Yi nodded slightly, "It is quite something; it drank a whole jar of Hundred Herbs Wine and was fine. Could it be some kind of remarkable fierce beast?"

"Old ghost, can you tell what it is?"

The Evil Lord said, "It looks like just a cat."

"I’ve seen a ghost cat before with strong combat prowess. Could this be a ghost cat?"

"Impossible, the reason it’s called a ghost cat is that it’s entirely black and can blend into the darkness with frightening speed and surprise attacks. This cat is pure white, with not a single stray hair, can’t be a ghost cat."

"What do you think it is then?"

The Evil Lord said, "I can’t tell, maybe it’s just an ordinary cat."

"Nonsense, an ordinary cat drank a jar of Hundred Herbs Wine without issue?"

"Anyway, I can’t see anything unusual about it."

"Drank a whole jar of Hundred Herbs Wine, and that’s not unusual enough?"

Qin Yi frowned, "Forget it, I’ll ask its owner later."

Qin Yi stowed away another jar of Hundred Herbs Wine and tossed the little white cat on the table before taking a comfortable bath.

The battle with the Thunder Beast was indeed a bit tiring.

Qin Yi didn’t cultivate; he collapsed directly onto the bed to sleep. Recently, with the Hundred Herbs Wine, one sip is better than cultivating all night.

A few hours later, Qin Yi woke up, opened his eyes, and stretched; he hadn’t slept this well in a long time.

Qin Yi suddenly felt an itch on his neck, turned to look, and at some point, the little white cat had curled up next to his pillow, sleeping soundly, making a purring sound.

Oh my, this guy wasn’t the least bit reserved.

Qin Yi mischievously prodded it awake.

The little white cat opened its eyes, looking innocently at Qin Yi.

"What are you looking at? Whose cat are you anyway, stealing my wine and sleeping on my bed."

"Meow..."

The little white cat leaned closer, rubbing its head against Qin Yi’s cheek, even sticking out its pink tongue to lick his face.

Qin Yi disdainfully pushed it away, wiping the cat slobber off his face.

"Enough with the acting cute, I’m not falling for it. I’ll take you to find your owner later, and have him compensate me for the Hundred Herbs Wine."

Qin Yi sat up, ready to get out of bed.

The little white cat quickly leaped onto Qin Yi’s shoulder, rubbing its little head against Qin Yi’s cheek.

Qin Yi disdainfully picked it up and tossed it onto the bed.

"Meow..."

The little white cat, undeterred, jumped back onto Qin Yi’s shoulder.

"Are you clinging to me now?"

Qin Yi tossed it onto the bed again.

The little white cat was persistent, climbing back onto Qin Yi’s shoulder once more.

After several repetitions, Qin Yi finally resigned; this little guy had latched onto him.

"You can stay, but don’t poop or pee on my shoulder, or I’ll hang you on the deck."

Lately, this had almost become Qin Yi’s catchphrase.

Qin Yi went to the table, poured himself a cup of tea to refresh his throat, while the little white cat meowed noisily.

"You want some too?"

The little white cat looked at him with round, clear eyes.

"Geez, it’s not bad for a thief to be cute."

Qin Yi poured it half a cup of tea, and the little white cat jumped onto the table, extending its little tongue to lick and drink.

"With the speed you drink water, how did you manage to down a whole jar of wine while I was talking?"

Qin Yi was curious, as the little white cat didn’t drink water particularly fast.

He thought this little white cat was quite extraordinary.

"Someone come."

A Black Armor Warrior opened the door and entered, "Netherworld Envoy, any orders?"

"Go call Hei Shan for me."

"Yes."

While waiting for Hei Shan, Qin Yi amused himself by playing with the little white cat.

Suddenly Qin Yi noticed one of the little white cat’s teeth was broken, and burst into laughter, "You little rascal, what did you sneak to eat that even broke your tooth?"

"Meow..."

The little white cat looked up at Qin Yi.

Qin Yi paused; he saw a look of resentment in the little white cat’s eyes. Yes, resentment, as if he had wronged it somehow.

Suddenly, Qin Yi laughed to himself. Was something wrong with his head? Seeing emotion in a cat’s eyes—when did he develop such a superpower, and why did he not know about it himself?

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Hei Shan opened the door and entered, respectfully, "Netherworld Envoy, you were looking for me?"

Qin Yi nodded slightly, pointing to the little white cat, "Go find out who owns this little white cat and have its owner come see me."