"You've only managed to accumulate a palmful of nourishment, and you're already satisfied?"
There seemed to be a trace of disbelief in the Yellow Calico Cat's tone. It had apparently forgotten how its fur had stood on end earlier and only felt it was a pity it had not looked a little longer. Muttering, it began to complain, "We only looked outside for a moment, and the Origin of both of us grew this much... yet you cut it off so decisively!"
As the saying went, once the wound healed, the pain was forgotten.
At this moment, the tabby only remembered that before it had even had time to extend its claws, Zheng Qing had already acted. It was rather dissatisfied. Even the severed threads of light around the halo in its mind were beginning to show faint signs of life again, slowly rising and falling in its sea of consciousness along with the fluctuations of its thoughts.
Zheng Qing glanced at the cat.
"We're only not being immediately assimilated by this world because we're under the bookstore's protection."
He raised a hand and pointed at the surrounding walls, reminding the Yellow Calico Cat, "Also, don't think free cat food tastes so good... if you enjoy the nourishment born from the intersection of higher and lower dimensions, you must bear the corresponding great karma... the more you eat now, the more you'll have to repay later... just like that line in the book: 'Every gift bestowed by fate has long since had its price secretly marked.'"
At this, he paused, looked the Yellow Calico Cat up and down, and added, "...Can a little body like yours bear that price?"
In his words
was obvious disapproval.
Rarely, the Yellow Calico Cat did not fly into a rage from embarrassment, nor did