Way to blow a little bit.

"Hey, hey, hey, I can't help but follow. No wonder there is a saying among humans that curiosity kills a cat. Sooner or later, I will die due to my own curiosity."

The Lord of the Swamp gently tugged at the cat's whiskers on his cheeks. In his slightly thin cat face, a pair of narrow and sharp gemstone eyes were tightly narrowed, filled with a strong desire for knowledge.

"Who is the player in this game? I really want to know. Maybe if we continue, we can find the result, but what if we find the result? Really, my curiosity should be stopped soon."

"Do you really want to know that much?" A childish and sweet voice asked.

"Yes, otherwise why would I follow?" The Swamp Lord nodded and tugged on the cat's beard more frequently.

Suddenly, its whole body froze, and its body stood upright like a popsicle. The two cat tails that were swinging back and forth were also pulled down at this time. If you look closely, you can see that the short hairs on it are popping up and shaking constantly.

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The powerful lord of the swamp, even when facing the murderous intention of the ruler of the dead forest, he still maintains his calm demeanor, but he is afraid of something at this time.

"Do you really want to know?" Behind her, the childish voice sounded again, and there was an innocent, light and naughty flavor in the voice.

However, the Lord of the Swamp could not find any sense of security from this feeling at all. His whole body was shaking more frequently. If it were not supported by the cane, his legs might have collapsed and fell to the ground.

He didn't dare to look back, even if he had the courage to look back, because looking back would bring about deeper despair and greater fear. The Lord of the Swamp knew this deeply. He widened his eyes and thought with fear in his heart.

I wanted to die, I really wanted to die. I didn’t expect death to come so suddenly. My curiosity, you should be satisfied now.

"I'm asking you a question, why don't you answer?" the voice rang again.

Not far behind the Lord of the Swamp, in the snow, a huge flower bud slowly emerged. The petals stretched out, revealing a figure inside, the owner of the voice.

Playing with the butterfly wings carelessly, Belial looked at the stiff [Cat Baron] not far in front of him with a smile in his clear eyes.

Shaking his head, the Swamp Lord shook his head desperately, fearing that his reaction would be slow and make the other party unhappy.

Death is not terrible. The Lord behind you has 11,000 ways to let you experience things more terrifying than death.

"I...I...have...a little bit...a little bit of interest."

Without any trace of the calmness and elegance he had shown in dealing with the ruler of the Dead Forest before, the Lord of the Swamp stammered in reply, not even daring to lie.

"Oh? It's okay even if I tell you, do you want to know?" Beryl chuckled, widening his curious eyes and looking at the cat seeking death.

"No... I don't want to, not at all!" The lord of the swamp shook his head faster. How could he seek death at the critical moment? The lord did not take action immediately, indicating that he still had a glimmer of value to be used and a glimmer of a chance to survive.

"Tch, it's really boring. I hate smart guys." Beryl pursed his lips slightly in dissatisfaction. His cute face with an aura of innocence somehow gave people a feeling that it was colder and more terrifying than the blizzard blowing around him.

s things.

The Swamp Lord's legs went weak and his vision went dark. He felt that his game was about to end and death was the best outcome.

"But... forget it, I just happened to have something to do. I was worried and didn't know what to do, but I found an interesting kitten. Kitten, can you do me a favor?" With a change of tone, Belial revealed his face again.

He asked with a bright smile and a soft voice, as if he was afraid that the other party would not agree.

"Of course... of course, it's my honor!" The Swamp Lord was about to cry. He didn't know whether it was because he survived the disaster or because he was called a [little kitten].

How can I say that I have lived for tens of thousands of years and am considered a senior in the eyes of most of the powerful men in hell, but now I am being called by a kitten?

However, if it is Belial, he does have the qualifications, both in terms of strength and age.

"Is that really okay? Thank you so much." He clasped his hands together and clapped his hands together, and Beryl smiled even brighter.

"Then listen up, little kitten, what I want to ask you to do is..."

A few minutes later...

"This is a very important task, but you must not mess it up, little kitten, otherwise..."

As soon as he finished speaking, suddenly, one of the two cat tails hanging down by the Lord of the Swamp was silently broken off.

"Yes...yes, obey!" Every pore in his body was penetrated by a cold murderous intention that was ten times and a hundred times more powerful than the murderous intention exuded by the ruler of the Dead Forest. The Lord of the Swamp's teeth creaked and trembled, and he straightened his body.

Responded loudly.

"Then please, I'm waiting for good news."

As he spoke, those huge petals slowly closed up, wrapping Belial inside. As if they were rewinding when they appeared, they burrowed into the snow and disappeared.

After several hours, the Swamp Lord's stiff body relaxed and he let out a long breath. Only then did he dare to turn his head, look at the broken cat tail on the snow, and smile bitterly.

"This is great, this is great. The second tail that finally grew out, the life-saving tail, is just gone. It will take at least another thousand years to grow back. What a difference in thought, I really

We should learn from the forbearance and decisiveness of our old friends."

As he spoke, he picked up the broken tail, took off his dome hat, put the tail inside, and put it inside like magic, put the hat back on, raised his head, looked at the dark snowstorm, and murmured to himself

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"However, if you can see a glimmer of the truth, a tail... it will be worth it. The so-called cat does not die because of curiosity, but lives for curiosity..."
Chapter completed!