The world of mercenaries: evildoers, please respect yourself

Chapter 249 Make a Wish
Mao Xiaose was obviously stunned. It didn't expect Yue Shuli to see its real body. It looked at Yue Shuli in disbelief, and a desperate light flashed in its eyes.

When it was an ignorant kitten, its greatest wish was to grow nine tails and become a fairy cat with nine tails. So, it practiced hard, practiced, and gave up all happiness. For endless practice.

When his friends were playing, he sat alone under the moonlight, comfortably flattening his body, letting the moonlight flow on him, and slowly waiting for the growth of each tail.

Because of his hard work, the tail grows very quickly. With the first tail, there will be the second and the third. Everything is so logical.

However, when its eighth tail grew out, it fell into a vicious circle belonging to a nine-tailed cat.

When the nine-tailed cat grows its eighth tail, it may meet its predestined person, who can see its real body, its eighth tail.

Then, when the nine-tailed cat is seen by its predestined person, it must fulfill a wish of that person, and it cannot refuse.

That is a rule deeply rooted in the life of the nine-tailed cat, and no one can resist it.However, when it uses its divine power to satisfy her grievance, its eighth tail will disappear.

Then, he doesn't have to practice again, and wait a long, long time until its eighth tail grows out.

In fact, this is an endless loop, practice the tail, meet a predestined person, fulfill his wish, the tail disappears...

The cat Xiaoshi is very unlucky, every time it grows its eighth tail, it always meets its predestined person.

like today...

Mao Xiaose looked at Yue Alien with some despair, and said softly: "Tell me, what is your wish?"

He can only comfort himself, at least, it's not that it's not cheap for outsiders, if it's this woman, it's fine if it's gone, after all, she is Yuewu's goddess of war.

Yue Shuli was stunned, as if she understood a little bit, her eyes couldn't help but look like Li Xuan, who was pale and angry, and said lightly: "Then I am not dreaming, Xuan'er is by my side, and he hurt so badly. Very serious?"

"Yes, do you want me to revive him?" Mao Xiaose asked coldly in a formulaic manner.

For so many years, perhaps thousands of years, he always asked this question repeatedly, and then lost the eighth tail that he had worked so hard to cultivate. It was really difficult for him not to become numb.

(End of this chapter)