My Husband Turned into Garfield Before the Divorce

Chapter 19

Not bald.I'm tired.

Adrian was quite sensible, and Maomao stepped on my shoulder for a while after it dried.

I also have the occupational disease of a potion master—frozen shoulder and severe cervical spine problems. It is really comfortable for him to step on it a few times.

At least it was better than a cold massager, at least his paws were still warm, the weight was moderate, and the soft fur on his belly could still graze the surface of the skin.

Soft and slippery, I quickly fell asleep.

As if sleeping but not sleeping, that silly cat seems to be licking me again. It must be because I have a grudge against him for asking for money. It is really childish to wait for the opportunity to take revenge while I am asleep. Wait until I wake up and see how I deal with him.

Speaking of which, it has been two months since Adrian became a cat. As a holy swordsman, he has disappeared from the public eye for such a long time. This is something that has never happened except during wartime. There are gradually more rumors outside.

It may also be that we haven't divorced as quickly as the public wants, and those who have placed their bets have come up with tricks.

All in all, there are more people spying outside, and the director of the profiteer stopped the wave outside the research institute with a new round of income-generating means—if you want to stay within a radius of 100 meters, you must buy an expensive nutritional supplement, 2000 Yuan money can stand at the door for 5 minutes.The neighbors around followed suit, and ice cream worth 3000 yuan and fried eggs with double yolks worth 5000 yuan came out one after another.It is said to earn more than normal business.

I don't know how his brain came up with the idea.

People who were stopped by money turned their attention to my home.

The magic defense array at the door of the house was frequently triggered, which made Adrian and I very annoyed.

In the middle of the night I finally got angry.

Holding the cat in pajamas, adding some material to the defensive formation outside the yard.

Hehehe, let them experience the fate of angering a potion master.

Itching powder, sneezing medicine, scabies water, and a kind of mucus that can cause acne, which is taken from a plant in the deep mountains. When I first came into contact with it because I was inexperienced, I got it. The skin the size of a fingernail can be squeezed The acne family with four generations under the same roof feels very sour.

To be on the safe side, I also brought a few pots of piranhas over.

It's safe now, but it's not convenient to get in and out. I'm okay, Adrian can't remember the safe route.

No way, I had to hold him in and out.

"Egg, you're so smart."

This kind of unnutritious nonsense is quite useful after hearing too much, even though I think the holy swordsmen are a group of single-celled creatures with strong muscles and simple minds, and even owls are smarter than them.

It looks like we've temporarily blocked people trying to snoop, but the gossip doesn't go away, and even intensifies.

The frontier was attacked by a dragon, and because of Adrian's absence, the loss was heavy, and the whole country was in an uproar when the news came.

While everyone mourns the innocent people who lost their lives, they also question where Adrian has gone.

That tone made him think that Adrian was the murderer.

I'm actually very angry at this kind of rhetoric. The attacks happened in five cities far apart at the same time. Even if Adrian was on the front line, he couldn't be in five places at the same time.

He started to go to the battlefield and formally joined the Gonzalez Legion at the age of 23. He has participated in thousands of battles this year, saving countless lives and property of the empire.People have become accustomed to his victories, as if winning a battle is a matter of course, and defeating will be blamed by thousands of people.

Those despicable cowards are afraid of his light, huddling in dark corners and letting jealousy breed.

Day after day, I finally waited until this day, and finally had an excuse to criticize heroes.

Like a carnival, they clamored to use vitriol and dirty words on him.

I thought you were a hero, but that's all...

There are crazy people outside, and the director is worried that my safety will be affected, so he specially approves me to work at home during this time.

In between brewing potions, I spend a lot of time surfing the Internet and sparring with the scum.

Although my marriage with Adrian was bumpy, this time is the bottom line of being a human being.

I have to drink a lot of chest-opening potions every day, read many sharp-tongued books, keep my mind calm, and improve my level of cursing in all aspects.

Sometimes in the middle of the meal, when the inspiration for a curse suddenly pops up, I will put down the plate without hesitation and turn on the computer to output a wave.

Compared to my righteous indignation, Adrian was no different from usual, he ate well, slept soundly, played with the wind-up mouse, and sometimes he was even in a good mood.

"Don't underestimate the mind of a holy swordsman." He kicked his hind legs quickly, and rushed out like a round magic cannonball. A few times.

The fragile leather mouse quickly turned into a mess under his paws. He fiddled with it regretfully, then picked it up and threw it into the trash can.

"And what is this level of slander?"

I sat next to him and tore open a new pack of cat teasers, which was the bright pink color he likes: "Aren't you angry or sad?"

"There's nothing to be angry about." Under the guise of playing with a cat teaser, he secretly nibbled on my hand, and I turned around and wiped the drool on his back.

He twisted his neck and licked the hair on his back before continuing: "I don't care much about the opinions of irrelevant people. If they don't scold me, the dragon will not be easier to fight."

"That's the truth, but don't you feel uncomfortable being scolded?"

He licked his paw, and gave me a meaningful look: "There are many uncomfortable things, so what's the matter?"

The author has something to say: Garfield: Not bald, la la la la