Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1225: What Exactly Is the Tattoo on My Body?!

"If you really want to see her, then keep your life safe and sound for me. I can save you once, but I can’t save you for a lifetime."

"Keep it safe? Heh, you’re a Demon and the one just now was a Demon too. Who am I, Jun Moyan? I’m just an ordinary person. Do you want me to protect myself with my fists or a gun? You think I don’t want to live?!"

Jun Moyan’s emotions stirred again, with his lips pressed into a line, all filled with self-loathing for his own incompetence.

Actually, when General Wu acted against him the second time and he inexplicably blocked it himself, Jun Moyan had a moment of doubt and expectation about his identity.

But he quickly extinguished it himself.

He clearly knew he was born of a human mother, with ten months of pregnancy, and has lived in the Human Realm for twenty-six years. The blood that flows in his veins is that of a human.

The more he thought, the greater the disappointment.

Reality left him unable to hold any expectations for his identity. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

As for the strange energy that just suddenly exploded from his body, Jun Moyan could only attribute it to the tattoos on his body.

Thinking of this, Jun Moyan suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing the tattoo on his left chest, which stood out starkly.

"What’s the deal with the tattoo on my body? You know, don’t you?"

Nie Jiuque instinctively glanced over. Upon seeing the tattoo, the hand hanging beside his leg clenched tightly, a murderous aura suddenly appearing in his eyes, and his entire presence turned dangerous.

Images from a thousand years ago flashed before him, of the Soul-suppressing Beast going mad and losing control, with both of them eventually perishing together...

"You do indeed recognize this thing."

He just knew the appearance of this tattoo couldn’t be unrelated to the Demon in front of him.

Nie Jiuque’s eyes gradually moved up to Jun Moyan’s face, the killing intent in his eyes surging, almost bursting forth.

"Recognize! Of course, I recognize it! How could I not!"

Nie Jiuque stared at Jun Moyan with eyes filled with hatred, speaking each word through gritted teeth.

"Even if it turned to ashes, I’d still recognize it!"

A thousand years ago, had it not been for it clinging to Yingying’s soul persistently, how would he and Yingying have been separated for a millennium?

Even more hateful is that a thousand years later, his Yingying not only forgot him completely, but treated him as an enemy several times, even ended up together with the true enemy.

And he, Nie Jiuque, could not even utter a word of grievance!

Today at the Cat Demon Clan, when he wanted to take her away, he couldn’t even find an appropriate identity or reason.

He even had to save his enemy and rival continuously.

Jun Moyan didn’t understand why Nie Jiuque had such deep hatred towards him.

"You hate me?"

Jun Moyan’s questioning words ignited Nie Jiuque’s emotions.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Nie Jiuque lost his sanity and shouted in rage:

"Shouldn’t I hate you? I wish I could cut you into pieces, dismember you, skin you and pull your tendons, banish you to the eighteen layers of hell, such that you never resurrect!"

The face under the mask, initially pale, became flushed with agitation, and so did his eyes.

Nie Jiuque’s words threw Jun Moyan into confusion.

What does it mean?

What does it really mean?

Countless scenes quickly flashed through Jun Moyan’s mind, all full of strange events since meeting Wen Xiao’ai, including the weird dreams he’d had before, about the "Living Tattoo" in his dreams.

——"I’m looking for you, they are all waiting for you to return."

Netherworld, soul fragment, indeed, there’s also a matter of past lives and present lives.

He is now the human Jun Moyan, but in his previous life... that was uncertain.

He didn’t know the Demon in front of him, so does his hatred extend from a past life?

Hence, Jun Moyan didn’t ask, "Why do you save me if you hate me," but instead took advantage of Nie Jiuque’s emotional agitation and lost sanity, to fish for answers:

"Who am I?"