My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Meow, meow!" Unlucky guy, catch me quickly!

After staring at Song Zixuan for a while, seeing that he was still dumbfounded, the golden pagoda finally flew into a rage. It scratched Song Zixuan's chest with its sharp cat claws. The sharp pain on his chest almost made him scream.

However, after being scratched by the golden pagoda, Song Zixuan immediately remembered where he had seen this black cat before.

"Damn! Master Cat, why are you here? Where's your stingy owner?"

After recognizing who this little black cat was, Song Zixuan reflexively protected the little black cat hanging on him. But when he saw the shirt with a few holes on it, he suddenly had the urge to throw the black cat out again.

Damn, he had chosen specially to wear this shirt to look good, but it was ruined by a cat just like that. He really wanted to beat the cat up!

But when he thought of the first time he met this cat, he finally decided to forgive it.

Damn, he, a human, couldn't even beat a cat. How embarrassing!

"Meow, meow~" I came out to have fun. Unlucky guy, you said before that you would take me to the amusement park, sing karaoke, and dance everywhere. Now, take me out to have fun!

The golden pagoda completely treated itself as a boss and commanded Song Zixuan, this human, proudly.

However, Song Zixuan didn't know what it was meowing at all, so he certainly wouldn't take it out for fun.

Before Song Zixuan could say anything else, he heard a series of footsteps.

Song Zixuan and the few young masters and young ladies looked over. When they saw the dozens of people rushing towards them, their expressions immediately changed. Before they could react, dozens of people surrounded them in the blink of an eye.

Song Zixuan: "!!!" Damn! What day was it today? Why did they come to scare him again and again? Were they going to scare him until he peed his pants?

In the crowd, a young man recognized Song Zixuan and said in surprise, "Hey, aren't you the young master of the Song family? Young Master Song, do you know Lord Jin?"

Song Zixuan looked over and found that he didn't know that man. He opened his mouth and was about to speak, but someone beat him to it.

"I saw it just now. Lord Jin jumped on him. He must be very close to Lord Jin."

"Right, right, right, I saw it too!"

"Handsome, you're so close to Lord Jin. Can you help me persuade Lord Jin to give me a Heqi Pill?

"Handsome, please, please. I'll definitely give you a huge red packet after this."

"Right, right, handsome, since I'm almost as handsome as you, please help me?"

"Handsome, don't listen to him. Look at me. Am I very pretty? If you help me exchange for a pill from Lord Jin, I'll kiss you, okay?"

"Shoo, shoo, shoo. The powder on your face is thicker than the wall, okay? Pretty my ass. Handsome..."

Looking at the crowd that seemed to have gone crazy, Song Zixuan couldn't help but frown. Who could tell him what exactly happened?

The young masters and young ladies with Song Zixuan couldn't help but look at him with dumbfounded expressions, as everyone else praised him to the skies in order to try to get him to help them.

What was going on? Wasn't this treatment only available to popular celebrities?

Did they remember that Song Zixuan wasn't in the entertainment industry?

One of the young ladies finally couldn't help but ask a man in the crowd curiously, "What are you doing? Young Master Song isn't a celebrity. Why are you all crowding around him? And who is this Lord Jin you're talking about?"