Chapter 115:
Opening his eyes, it was the familiar prison ceiling.
The window divides the sunlight into four pieces, scattering dust in the prison floor.
Qiao Mu looked up and gazed out through the window, only able to see a small patch of blue sky.
"Back in jail again…" Qiao Mu muttered to himself.
His shadow twitched in the sunlight, and a little cat emerged from it. The cat lazily stretched and yawned against the corner of the wall, then settled down there.
This little cat seemed even rounder than before, with a chubby face and fluffy fur that shone mysteriously. It looked as if it had just absorbed the energy of ten young boys, like a fox spirit who had just finished its mischief.
Maybe because Qiao Mu had been in jail for so long, even a chubby cat started to look delicate and charming after staring at it for a while.
"You fat pig! You don’t even move after crawling out of your shadow. Just lying there like a lazy cat." Qiao Mu said, annoyed.
This fat cat treated its shadow as a home, coming in and out as it pleased. As a martial artist who only knew how to throw punches and kicks, Qiao Mu had no way of driving away this particular tenant.