Hunting College

From the first sight of the black cat, Jiang Yu knew it was the **** cat he was looking for.

Although I don't know why the black cat's eyes turned red, the unique temperament on its body and the satin-like smooth and shiny fur on its body made her believe in her judgment very much.

Moreover, the four-claw taxue is not a popular commodity. After spending so long in school, Jiang Yu has not seen the second black cat with four claws walking in the snow.

I finally saw you, but luckily I didn't miss it.

The little white cat slid through this thought, and was happy for a while, and couldn't help but snoring. Since it can easily complete the small goal of finding a black cat, then the task of catching the murderer shouldn't be too difficult!

With this good mood, the little white cat took a few steps back, and with a short run-up, he jumped up to the big locust tree in threes or twos. After several times of becoming cats, she has been able to master the instincts of some cats.

Such as night vision, such as hunting, such as climbing trees.

Although the tree shape of the locust tree is tall, the main trunk is not high, and it only relies on the branches scattered around to prop up its huge canopy. Therefore, although the white cat is still young, he can jump up with a run-up.

It's just that this locust tree is a bit older, and the cracking and roughness of the bark far exceeds that of other trees in the forest. The soft palm pad of the little white cat stepped on the bark, making it uncomfortable.

But in order to catch the black cat, she pulled her ears and endured the discomfort.

After climbing more than ten meters of rough bark and over the heads of more than ten cats, big and small, the little white cat finally came to the branch where Zheng Qing was lying on his stomach.

"Move aside!"

The little white cat gave a ferocious cry, lifted its front legs and kicked the black cat aside. The black cat turned his head and glanced in other directions, seeming a little dazed.

The little white cat felt dissatisfied, raised his paw, and reminded the black cat again.

The black cat finally reacted, and moved a little to the side, leaving enough space.

The little white cat finally breathed a sigh of relief, squeezed in with a shake of his head, and then lay down lazily.

...

Zheng Qing could not understand the meaning of meowing.

Although he has been a cat for a long time, he can guess what they want to express through the calls of these furry guys in different tones. But this guess is not as accurate as verbal communication after all.

Of course, because cats' social life and way of thinking are so simple, he doesn't need to carefully figure out the subtle psychological changes of cats. It is enough to be able to roughly guess what they want to say.

Just like now.

This little white cat seems to want him to lean aside and leave some space for her?

However, doesn't she know that this place is the place where cats can stay?

The black cat squinted, tilted his head and glanced at the chaotic little white cat, his tail hooked, and he was a little confused. Moreover, the little white cat climbed all the way, passing by so many cats of all sizes, why didn't the cat stop him.

Where did the sense of responsibility go? !

Is this the attitude of working as a subordinate? !

The black cat couldn't help but glanced back at the cats behind and under him.

I saw them huddling together in twos and threes, or licking each other's fur, or squinting and nap, or staring at the bark in a daze. There were also very few active guys jumping around in the narrow space between square inches, chasing each other. Branches with roots floating around. No one seems normal.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but put a palm on his face.

He shouldn't have any expectations for the sense of responsibility of cats.

Before his sense of self-blame faded, a heavy kick came from his waist. Of course, this is only relative. The black cat can feel that the little white cat has exerted eleven points of power, but she is too young, and even with the power beyond her ability, the impact on the black cat is minimal.

At best, it only played a little hint for the black cat.

The black cat moved in the direction of the kick of the little white cat, squeezing out a few inches of space. Forget it, the big cat is not as knowledgeable as the kitten. The world is so big, it doesn't hurt to let her a few inches.

...

Xu noticed the movement between the branches above.

The puppet cat who had been staying down there was also a little unable to sit still, hesitated for a few seconds, and tentatively climbed up a few steps. But it is only a few steps.

When it wants to find another few inches of space between the black cat and the white cat, without the black cat's response, the little white cat will squeeze it out very stingy.

Valuable resources are precious everywhere.

The puppet cat meowed a few times and found that the black cat stayed indifferently and even pulled its ears. It seemed that it wanted to block the earholes, and finally gave up the plan to be superior and honestly returned to its original state. The place.

...

There were a few dead branches and leaves hanging on the little white cat.

Maybe it was stuck on her body when she was walking on the lawn, maybe she was hung on her body when she walked through the bushes, or maybe it was inherited from other cats when she just climbed a tree.

In short, a few obtrusive leaves of grass hung on the white fur of the kitten.

As a slightly obsessive cat, Zheng Qing could not remain indifferent to those leaves.

Of course, it's impossible to lick the fur. He doesn't even lick his own fur, let alone a little white cat that appears inexplicably. If it weren't for the fate of several sides before, and her too young age made Zheng Qing feel compassionate, her reckless act of ascending to the throne would be enough for the black cat to beat her in the ground.

The black cat had tried to pretend to be blind.

But the white cat squeezed beside him, and those few dead leaves inevitably rubbed him twice from time to time, making him uncomfortable.

After holding on for a minute, the black cat finally couldn't hold it back, moved his body outwards, then lifted his paws, moved along the fur, and pulled the few dead grass away from the little white cat.

Little white cat froze for a few seconds~www.wuxiaspot.com~ seemed a little embarrassed.

But still obediently leaning his body under the black cat's paws, he kicked his paws, put his head on it, snorted, and the little tail flicked behind him, which was very uncomfortable.

The black cat was stunned, and the paw that had not been retracted was raised in the air, not knowing where to put it.

Is this to make yourself tickle her? !

Does she think she is the queen? ! !

Who is the boss of the cat group in the end!

The black cat was shaking its ears angrily, but did not remove its paws, but honestly pressed it on the fur on the little white cat's back and began to stroke it along the fur.

Just take care of the children.

He comforted himself so much, just licking the cat. A wizard can play a cat, and a cat that a wizard turns into can naturally also play a cat. Logically speaking, there is no problem at all.

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