[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-bigshot-s-sweetie-is-a-cat":3,"chapter-bigshot-s-sweetie-is-a-cat-bigshot-s-sweetie-is-a-cat-chapter-169":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},681299,914,"Chapter 169 Strange Dream","bigshot-s-sweetie-is-a-cat-chapter-169",169,"\u003Cp>The drunkard glanced at the two of them but said nothing, lying down on the bed to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qing Yi stepped forward, \"Are you hungry?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not hungry, just tired,\" the drunkard said without opening his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then you should rest early.\" Qing Yi turned off the light for him and went to his room with Bai Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the door closed, the drunkard opened his eyes again, sat up, glanced at the closed door, and slightly lowered his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he picked up the gourd of wine from the bedside table and began to drink again...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not the only one suffering from insomnia tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Moyan lay in bed with one hand behind his head, staring at the ceiling with furrowed brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The incidents that had transpired, which defied all logical explanation, made him feel as if the world had taken on an air of fantasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being constantly at a passive disadvantage made him very irritable, as if there was a fire suppressed within him that found no outlet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Completely unable to grasp the other party’s movements, unable to find their presence either, this sense of being at someone else’s mercy was undeniably a first for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Meow~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little milk cat around his neck moved, tightening its small paws around his neck and rubbing its little head against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Moyan raised his hand and smoothed its fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was well into the night before he slowly drifted off to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, less than half an hour after falling asleep, Jun Moyan plunged into a chaotic abyss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he had suddenly fallen from solid ground into a bottomless chasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The descent was swift, the wind tearing past his ears nearly preventing him from opening his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he fell deeper, the surrounding darkness grew and the cold encroached, as if he had plunged into a bottomless pool, seemingly never reaching its end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an indeterminate time, the pitch-blackness that had prevented him from seeing his hand before him gave way to a kind of hazy darkness that was visible but not clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sinister aura rushed towards him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His descent halted, but it didn’t feel like he was standing on solid ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down to gauge the ground, but saw only swirling black mist, unable to make out anything below the lower part of his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Moyan frowned and surveyed his surroundings with caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The area was shrouded in black fog, obscuring everything beyond three meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waves of cold, sinister air struck him, making Jun Moyan feel as if he were in hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward cautiously and proceeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The further he walked, the thicker the fog grew, the lower the temperature dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This bone-chilling cold seemed to freeze the blood in his veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this ominous place fraught with danger and the unknown, Jun Moyan should have been vigilant and fearful, yet he felt an inexplicable familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sense of familiarity, its origin unknown, struck him as both strange and baffling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an undefined period, the sound of river water slapping against the shore, interspersed with the shrill cries of countless ghosts, drifted towards him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Moyan’s steps halted, hesitating whether to continue forward or not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But curiosity prevailed, and after only a moment’s hesitation, he continued on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to uncover the true nature of this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The closer he approached, the clearer the wailing of the ghosts became, sending a chill through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The outline of an ancient stone bridge emerged from the fog, causing Jun Moyan to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bridge exuded a sense of antiquity and weight, as if weathered by countless years of rain and wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below it, a yellow river resembling muddy water churned beneath the bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river was turbulent, and one could hardly imagine the fate of anyone who fell in—it would certainly be bone-shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The roar and howls of thousands of ghosts seemed to emanate from the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust of cold wind blew, dispersing the black fog slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jun Moyan focused his eyes and when he saw what was in the river, he felt a tingling on his scalp, a chill running down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>",693,"2026-06-02T08:42:18.999Z",1,"novelbin.me","6ba3fd869553d184786f9d8eac923dff501fb5641d3683e10b15e184b7c78219","bigshot-s-sweetie-is-a-cat-chapter-170","bigshot-s-sweetie-is-a-cat-chapter-168",1425,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbigshot-s-sweetie-is-a-cat-cover.jpg"]