After choosing their spoils, Du Ningzhuang eagerly took out the music box and played with it for a while. Everyone watched the little Anjie figure dance, praised the craftsmanship, and then Chen Ligu took out the pistol to show them all.
The three cats by the treasure chamber hot spring, who were making Nightmare Cat Lamp specialty products, chorused:
"Meow-ao, it looks like a cat!"
That was the highest praise.
Even the two Cat Lamps guarding the door were itching to try it out. Meow-aoing, they puffed out their fluffy, chubby bellies and squeezed in step by step, pressing close in a soft, furry mass. Jiang Han could even feel their fur brushing against her face a few times, warm and cozy.
The two cats patted their bellies and judged it with meow-aos:
"Meow-ao! It looks like a cat!"
One of them even stretched out a paw and tentatively poked the exquisite firearm, a blissful smile appearing on her furry face.
Cat Lamps collected treasures for much the same reason dragons collected gold, and Eileen collected anything that could or could not be exchanged at equivalent value: it improved their mood, made cats—made cats braver! There were even Cat Lamp subspecies that could raise morale simply by collecting treasures, making them precious subspecies.
"I told you I had good taste, didn't I?"
Chen Ligu said smugly.
Her smooth, shoulder-length hair trembled lightly with her movements, like a lively child running through the countryside; every little hop carried the breath of life and the fragrance of vitality.
Chen Ligu had an exquisite, somewhat mature kind of beauty, and a capable air about her. Jiang Han had probably seen a thousand or even a hundred thousand times more women in this life than in her previous one, and had developed her own