"Alright, alright, stop playing." Du Yu hurriedly said.
As it turns out, cats are better off being smaller.
Whether it's accompanying their owner in daily life or playing games, at least humans can handle it.
If you keep a Siberian tiger at home, that's pure suffering—your "pet" might playfully kill you at any moment.
And the Desolate Silver Lynx is several times the size of a Siberian tiger...
"Be good! Come back, and let me try the Demon Skill." Du Yu repeatedly coaxed, finally getting the Desolate Silver Lynx back into his body.
He composed himself, steadied his mind, and then stepped to the left.
In an instant, another Du Yu appeared at the original spot.
Lin Shiwei slowly descended, curiously looking at the two Du Yus: "How does it feel?"
"Not right." As soon as Du Yu spoke, the body of the duplicate shattered.
Lin Shiwei: "Why?"
Du Yu shook his head: "It's hard to see this body as mine—it doesn't have the Demon Pet, Spiritual Artifact, or Holy Soldier inside.
