Before the bus came, Li Xianyu's face experienced countless disfigurations. The cat deity's claws cut iron like mud, not to mention Li Xianyu's face.
An infuriated cat was terrifying, especially a female cat.
Fortunately, Li Xianyu's ability was self-healing, or this handsome little face would be ruined.
When he got on the bus, all he had left on his face was shallow but dense claw marks.
At this location, very few people took the bus. Li Xianyu sat in the last row of seats.
"What about the name Mengqi? I think it suits you very well. If you don't like it, Fiona is good, too. I still have several nice names here: Carter, Morgana, Lacus." Li Xianyu murmured but did not get any response from the proud cat. When he turned to look at her, it was standing on the seat, silently looking at the town that was gradually becoming further away.
