Just in case Wang He was drunk on the stairs, Chen Feng climbed the 33rd floor stairs, but from the 33rd floor to the 1st floor, he didn't see Wang He's shadow.

"Wang He!"

Chen Feng wiped his sweat and walked to the basement while shouting Wang He's name.

"Are you looking for me?" A voice suddenly sounded from the grass behind Chen Feng.

Chen Feng turned his head and it was Wang He.

Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang He looks energetic and flexible, and doesn't look drunk.

Chen Feng frowned: "Aren't you... drunk?"

Wang He touched his bald head, squinted his eyes, shook his body, and finally became a little drunk: "I am a spiritual master, drunk quickly and awake quickly... By the way, what did you call me just now?"

Chen Feng said: "I went out and looked at the switch. When you turned around, you disappeared. I saw that you were so drunk that I was worried, so I came out to look for it."

"I...I'm missing?" Wang He's smile suddenly froze.

"What's wrong?"

"No... nothing." Wang He smiled and said perfunctorily, "...You go back to sleep, I'll leave in advance, tomorrow, tomorrow morning, you will definitely arrive at your house!"

The moment Wang He turned around, he almost cried.

What should I do? Your Highness is drunk, your Highness is lost, and the entire Huming Realm cannot spare him.

Seeing that Wang He was fine, Chen Feng felt relieved, climbed the stairs, and returned to the room. His sleepiness gradually came.

At this moment, the phone ran out of the last bit of power.

There was no flashlight at home, nor was there a regular candle, which meant that the last light also left him.

But it doesn't matter. Chen Feng is now exhausted and just wants to lie on the bed and have a good sleep.

As soon as Chen Feng lay on the bed, a small thing jumped onto the bed.

Chen Feng hadn't reacted at first, until the little thing stepped on his arm and got into his arms, Chen Feng realized that something had climbed onto his bed.

Whose cat is it?

It seems a bit big and a little round.

Chen Feng has always liked this kind of furry creature, but he was not repulsive. He carefully touched the little thing's back.

The fur of the little thing is soft, fluffy and smooth.

The long fluff almost penetrated Chen Feng's entire palm into it. It was incredibly soft and had a warm and warm temperature. Softness and warmth reached a wonderful fusion at this moment. In that moment, Chen Feng felt that no creature or object in the world could compare to the touch it brought to people.

He once felt that touching Chen Jiuxing's sparse but particularly soft hair could bring peace for a moment, but now he realized that Chen Jiuxing's hair was not even as good as a hair of this little thing.

Chen Feng greedily stroked the little thing's hair, but then he quickly touched something that had a different touch from the hair.

It is slightly cool, but it is particularly soft, like silk with good texture.

It's a feather.

Wait, feather?

Chen Feng picked up his phone and prepared to light it up, but suddenly he remembered that the phone had no power. He touched it again and was sure that it was indeed a feather.

So, what kind of creature is it?

Is it a bird?

Is it an owl?

Chen Feng's mind was in a mess.

Reason told him to let go of this unknown creature as soon as possible, but his hands still followed the animal's hair over and over again.

Until the little animal in her arms let out a slight whimper, her little head rubbed under Chen Feng's neck, and her round and fluffy claws pounced on Chen Feng's chest. It raised its head and gently licked Chen Feng's jaw with its wet tongue.

Dong, Dong, Dong.

Chen Feng heard the sound of his heart beating wildly.

Chen Feng's reason collapsed in this moment.

It is so round, so soft, so warm, so irresistible.

No matter what cat or owl it is, no matter what ancient creature it is or what alien creature it is invaded.
Chapter completed!